Again, thanks for all the reviews! Oh, and Angel sumoritos, as fluffy and potentially romantic as their first meeting was, Moony's next visitor could be a drunk Mundungus Fletcher stealing his sneakoscopes . . .
Chapter 5
Hermione/Violet went downstairs to the kitchens to eat a very belated lunch. She was heating some soup on the stove when a sleepy Remus walked in.
"Hey" She smiled, pouring, obtaining a bowl from a cabinet.
"Do you want some soup?" She asked.
"Sure" He mumbled, and she grabbed another bowl and poured them portions, as he left the room for the bar, and returned with two glasses.
"Aguamenti!" He exclaimed.
"Cool trick" Hermione/Violet complimented, taking one of the cups of water.
"Thanks." They sat at an old wooden table, slurping their soup in silence.
"You know what? Since you know my deepest darkest secret, it's only fair that I should know something about you" Remus said jokingly.
"What do you want to know" Please don't ask why I'm here, please oh please don't ask that She internally pleaded.
"Why in the world is your hair purple?"
She laughed. "Oh, that." She squinted at her now empty bowl, thinking of how to word her answer properly. "You see, I had a bit of a falling out with my . . . wizardly friends. So whenever I return to areas like Diagon Alley, I like to disguise myself"
Remus nodded. He knew what it was like to want to hide what you really were.
"What happened?" He asked softly.
Hermione panicked, and apparently it was quite evident to the werewolf.
"Oh, you don't have to tell me. It was very . . . tactless of me to ask. I'm really sorry . . ." He awkwardly patted her back.
"Oh, look at the time, shift's about to start" She jumped up, knocking over her bowl. "How clumsy of me. . . Reparo!" She shouted, about to cry.
Again Remus was left alone, very confused again, as Hermione rushed out of the kitchen into the dusty bar.
The rest of the evening, Hermione put on a very convincing, cheerful façade, as she ran from table to table, in the surprisingly popular pub.
Remus watched her smiling while taking an order. Maybe it was just his eyes playing tricks on him, but he thought he saw a tear trickling down her cheek.
"What's wrong with you? You can't break down like that . . . You're such an idiot . . . It's been five years already, five bloody years." Hermione mumbled in the comfort of her room. She buried her face, feeling very despondent, and disgusted at herself for being 'weak', as she slipped into a feverish sleep.
And Remus stood outside the door, feeling guilty, but listening with his wolfish senses anyway, wondering if it would be alright to go in and see if he could ever comfort her. Instead, he went to his room and slept.