Disclaimer: I do not own Remus or Hermione - JK Rowling, I do not own the song Like a Prayer by Madonna and I do not own the situation which belongs to Darkwing731, story "Still So Close To You". Very good story. GO READ IT! I COMMAND YOU!
I love him. Hermione Granger thought to herself as she layed in her dorm room. At the moment she was alone, everyone else was down in the Great Hall having dinner. She had told Lily that she hadn't felt hungry but now she regretted it since her stomach had grumbled for food but she needed time to think; she needed time to sort her thoughts out about Remus John Lupin.
She knew it was wrong. She couldn't love him, he was her Professor for Merlin's sake, but there was that little voice that always said, Not in this time he isn't. The battle had been going on for hours, days even weeks and everthing that was happening around her was not helping. As she had layed there, she had actually considered what Lucius Malfoy was telling her. She had actually considered to going out with him, to sleep with him, just to get back at Remus. But for what? She hadn't made him go out with that Rose girl. Hadn't she told him before that she had felt nothing when he took her Hogsmeade just so she wouldn't get tangled up in a relationship with her future Professor?
She let out a sad sigh, realizing that no matter what her brains and logic told her, she loved Remus, she didn't care anymore. She just didn't care. She got off from on top of her bed and sat on the bench below the window and stared at the waxing quater moon. When was he going to tell her? When was he going to trust her? Hermione smiled as she took her eyes off the moon and down to the grounds below. Trust. How could someone trust someone else when they were lying about who they were?
"Life is a mystery, everyone must stand alone.
I hear you call my name and it feels like
Home."
Hermione started to sing a song that she knew from home, her own time. She quickly banished the thought of her own time. Remembering Harry and Ron was just too painful still. Sweet Merlin did she miss them both. I silent tear fell down her cheek.
"When you call my name, it's like a little
Prayer. I'm down on my knees, I wanna take you
there. In the midnight hour, I can feel your
Power. Just like a prayer, you know I'll take you there.
"I hear your voice, its like an angel sighing.
I have no choice, I hear your voice, feels like
Flying. I close my eyes, oh God, I think I'm
Falling, out of the sky. I close my eyes, Heaven
Help me."
She closed her eyes. She tried to picture Ron, Harry, Ginny, Mrs. Weasley, Fred, George, anyone back home just to prove that she didn't love Remus. All she saw was Remus' sandy hair and amber eyes. She sighed.
"When you call my name, it's like a little
Prayer. I'm down on my knees, I wanna take you
there. In the midnight hour, I can feel your
Power. Just like a prayer, you know I'll take
You there.
"Like a child, you whisper softly to me. You're
In control, just like a child, no I'm dancing.
It's like a dream, no end and no beginning
You're here with me, it's like a dream. Let
The choir sing."
All she could see was Remus whispering "Happy Christmas, Jane," as he gave her the silver necklace that she always wore. She took a hold of the necklace, the dimond shaped teardrop with a ruby in the middle, outlined in a thin gold lining.
"When you call my name, it's like a little
Prayer. I'm down on my knees, I wanna take you
there. In the midnight hour, I can feel your
Power. Just like a prayer, you know I'll take
You there.
"When you call my name, it's like a little
Prayer. I'm down on my knees, I wanna take you
there. In the midnight hour, I can feel your
Power. Just like a prayer, you know I'll take
You there.
"Life is a mystery, everyone must stand alone.
I hear you call my name and it feels like
Home.
"Just like a prayer, your voice can take me
There. Just like a muse to me, you are a
Mystery. Just like a dream, you are not what
You seem. Just like a prayer, no choice,
Your voice can take me there."
She laughed. Is anyone what they seem anymore? Surely not. Not even back home were people as they seem. Remus was a werewolf, Sirius was a conicted innocent murderer, Pettigrew was a tratior, Harry wanted to be normal, Ron was braver than he looked, Ginny was fierce, Mrs. Weasley was stubborn, Mr. Weasley was calm and she...Hermione Jane Granger was scared and she was lying.
"Just like a prayer, I'll take you there. It's
Like a dream to me. Just like a prayer, I'll
Take you there. It's like a dream to me. Just
Like a prayer, I'll take you there. It's like
A dream to me. Just like a prayer, I'll take
You there. It's like a dream to me.
"Just like a prayer, your voice can take me
There. Just like a muse to me, you are a
Mystery. Just like a dream, you are not what
You seem. Just like a prayer, no choice,
Your voice can take me there.
"Just like a prayer, I'll take you there. It's
Like a dream to me. Just like a prayer, I'll
Take you there. It's like a dream to me. Just
Like a prayer, I'll take you there. It's like
A dream to me. Just like a prayer, I'll take
You there. It's like a dream to me."
Hermione sighed. She knew she needed to get back to her own time. She knew that she should not love Remus. She knew she should love Ron...but she didn't; not anymore at least. All she saw was Remus when she closed her eyes, no matter how many times she thought of home.
As she looked out the window she saw a stag, a dog and a werewolf run into the trees. She smiled, she loved Remus John Lupin and nothing was going to change that.