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Chapter Two: Reunions

/Eight years later/

"Mummy! Wake up!" Hermione heard as she woke up, feeling someone shake her slightly.

"What is it?" she said when she had gotten awake finally and turned to see a little boy there.

"There's something in my closet." she heard the little boy say and she sighed as she stood up and put her robe on. Mid-Winter it was and she chilled easily.

"Alright, I will go check."

Boggarts were common to be in the closets and cupboards there in that household. It was old and deep in the countryside of London.

She walked into the boy's room and opened the closet wand in hand, when she saw what came out she nearly lost her balance. Lying on the floor was a dead Remus.

"Riddikulus..." she muttered and sighed. It wasn't the first time for a boggart to take that form in her presence.

"See? It was just a boggart sweetie.." she said as she tucked him back in bed.

"Mummy, who was that man?" he asked and pulled the covers around himself as his mother helped.

"Umm....he was an old friend.." she said and kissed him on the cheek. "Night..." she said as she made her way out of the child's bedroom, placing random toys back in their right places. On her way out she turned to look at the sleeping form of the child. He had his father's icy eyes, his sandy hair, his clear pale skin. Almost everything about the boy was a mirror image of the father.

She shut off the light and headed back towards her room to try and sleep again. She slipped into bed and looked at the clock. It was 1:30 in the morning, she hadn't even bothered to look at the clock before she had went to check her son's closet.

She took off her robe and got under the covers, her chocolate orbs running across the window scenery. This was the night that she had left Remus. It was snowing just like it had that night that she kissed his lips for the last time. She sighed as she closed her eyes and went to sleep, her last thought was of him...

"Remus..." she moaned softly, feeling his lips travel from hers down her neck and heaving chest, still going further, past her flat stomach and still further till he had reached his destination.

She gasped slightly at what he was doing to her, it was kinky but it was pleasuring.

She said his name one more time as she felt herself rise high into climax. Hermione felt him kiss his way back up her body, lingering in some places moving fast in others, but each speed would lead eventually back to her lips.

She had to admit, foreplay was fun, but this felt so much better than foreplay as if it deserved another name. Loveplay she decided to name it, and it was called that from then on between the two of them...

She smiled in her sleep as she lay there, the covers around her tightly as she remembered that night still long ago. That memory would never leave her mind, no matter how hard she tried to make it leave.

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The next morning came and there was a knock at the door. Hermione got up off the couch and set her cup of coffee down, knowing who it was.

"Thanks so much for this Ginny.." she said opening the door and hugging her.

"It's no problem. I like watching little John." Ginny said walking in and slipping off her cloak, not noticing Hermione smiling at the mention of Remus' middle name. "Anyways, you need someone to watch the little devil when you're off to work."

"If I could, I would take off for a while, but you know the Ministry, they won't let you off for anything." she said slipping her own cloak on. "There's coffee and tea made, I know you drink both. Um, some lunch is already fixed for the kids."

"Yeah, little Abigail has wanted to see John again. It's amazing how they get along..."

"Ginny, look who their father's are. Both have Maurader blood in their lines..." she whispered as a little girl stepped out from behind Ginny. "Well hello there Abbie.." she said smiling as she caught sight of the little girl's emerald eyes and red hair. She was clearly a Potter and a Weasley mix.

"Hi Aunt 'Mione. Where's Jay?" she asked in a sweet tone. She was seven years old, the same age as John. They were both born on the same day, Abigail being six weeks premature and John being right on time.

"In his room honey, go on up." she said and put the hood of her cloak up. "I'll be home around 8:00. Again, thanks."

"No problem." Ginny said smiling and shut the door behind Hermione.

Later on Hermione was sitting at her desk in the Ministry. About a year ago she had been appointed for a job there.

She sighed looking at a picture on her desk, it was of John and Abigail when they were only three. Though Abigail wasn't hers, she still adored the little girl as if she were. She and John were like brother and sister, they saw enough of each other, five days out of seven she and Ginny were at her house.

The both of them would be at Hogwarts in four years, and she was dreading it. Remus had started working there again shortly after she had left him. She guessed that now with her gone, he had nothing left to care for besides teaching, his second priority besides her. She guessed he knew she worked at the Ministry, but respected her wishes by staying away as she wanted.

Time flew by and soon she was due to be home. She packed up a few papers in her briefcase and headed for the elevator. As she went down she started thinking of why she had left him when she did. It was all because of one thing: Fear.

She walked out the door, memories flooding through her mind, that she didn't even notice where she was going and she bumped into someone.

"Oh, I am so sorry." she said, her face going crimson immediately, she wasn't always this clumsy.

"It's quite alright." the man said offering his hand so she could stand up and then she looked up at the man to apologize once again and thank him for helping her up after dusting herself off. She saw the man's hair and thought she'd seen it somewhere, then her eyes traveled to his eyes. No, it can't be! She thought to herself as she looked up into those soft yet icy blue eyes..

"Remus?" she said almost in a whisper, unable to talk.

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