Title: Shoot The Moon
Disclaimer: I own nothing!!!
Author: Me of course—who else???
Chapter Four: Werewolf Senses
After Lupin cooked dinner, they both sat in the living room and ate their food. Hermione went upstairs, announcing that she felt tired and so she wanted to shower and rest. Lupin bid her good night, and he went out to the front porch to sit and think. He had no idea what the bloody hell was going on. It seemed as though he was in the same position as he was in the previous night, and that made him angry. Why was she causing him so many conflicting emotions? He wasn't supposed to feel. He had made a promise to himself a long time ago that he wouldn't.
The Church was dark except for the few solitary candles that were flickering at the altar. A young man walked in down the aisle and he looked up at the huge emblem of the Cross, upon which Jesus had been crucified. With a sigh, he went up to the altar and took a candle. Holding it up to the flame of another one, he lit it and placed it back.
"Oh God, I have never…never prayed much…but there's just a promise that I have to make here, I don't want to put someone through the pain of ever being with me…I don't want anyone to suffer the way that I suffer," he said quietly. A tear ran down his cheek and he quickly wiped it away. "Just help me to do this," he said. He turned around and walked slowly out of the Church.
But weren't promises made to be broken? He wondered. He shook his head. There was no way that he would do it. She was so young, but that was only in numbers, in her maturity level, she was an extremely old person. With her being 20 and him on the brink of 40, there was almost a 20 year difference. He smiled to himself. She was such a sweet girl, and he knew that the only reason that she kissed him was because she felt lonely and he had practically invited her into his arms. He too needed her, he needed someone, and so since she was there, he helped himself to her, feeding off her loneliness, as she fed of his. But it wasn't good though. It wasn't meant to be. Plus, as he had said earlier, who wanted to be with someone like him? A werewolf? He closed his eyes and shook his head. There was no way, no way that he would do it.
As he walked back inside, he sniffed the air; there was a scent that laced the air that bothered him, what the hell was that? He wondered. Then he realized what it was—blood.
Hermione sighed and came out of the small bathroom. Her favorite time of the month had arrived and she was feeling extremely touchy. Maybe that was the reason behind her throwing herself on her former teacher. She went into her room and closed the door behind her.
Good Lord, was she trying to commit suicide? Sprinting upstairs; he burst open the door. She was sitting on the bed, creaming her legs. She stared at him.
"What's wrong?" she asked. He looked at her and sighed with relief. "Remus, what the hell is going on?" she asked standing up. He shook his head.
"I…I smelled blood," he said. She looked at him and then when she realized what he was talking about, she gasped. "I thought that you were…"
"Oh, Merlin!" she said sounding exasperated. She plopped back down on the bed and then she looked at him. "You, smelled the blood?" she asked. He looked away and nodded.
"Yes, er, werewolf senses," he said sounding embarrassed. She shook her head.
"Oh, dearie," she said. She looked at him one more time and then she exploded with laughter. "Werewolf senses?" she asked. He felt his cheeks colour.
"Yes…but…why are you laughing?" he asked. She opened her mouth to answer, but she couldn't speak, she was consumed with fits of laughter. Falling back on her pillows, she laughed. He stared at her with a confused expression on his face.
"You…you…" she took a deep breath and steadied herself. "Wow, well, it just sounded so funny," she said. He smiled.
"And what's funny about that?" he asked walking towards her. She shrugged.
"I don't know," she said. He sat next to her and smiled.
"You know, Hermione, I don't think its right for me to take out my loneliness on you," he said sadly. She looked at him.
"Meaning?" she asked. He shook his head.
"You know very well what I mean," he said. She sighed.
"I suppose you're right," she said. "But…I must admit, I would have never guessed that you were such a good kisser," she said with a giggle. He shook his head.
"No I'm not," he said. She grinned.
"Oh, come on, you must have been a heart breaker when you were at Hogwarts," she said. He laughed.
"Oh, no, that was Sirius. A different girl every week, I wouldn't be surprised if he shagged almost every girl in our classes," he said with a fond smile. She laughed. "I remember once he tried getting with Lily and you know…James had really liked her, so they got into a huge argument, and James broke his nose, while Sirius gave James a black eye," She laughed.
"Really?" she asked. He nodded. She sighed. "I'm sorry too," she said. He looked at her. "I just, I was feeling so…oh I don't know…and then this happened…" she said gesturing to her stomach. He smiled.
"Why don't you lie down and rest? You've had a tiring day," he said. She nodded.
"So have you," she said.
"Yes indeed, I think that I should be heading to my room now," he said. As he got up to go she pulled him back.
"Remus, I just want to tell you…that…you're an amazing person," she said. He blushed.
"Oh, Hermione, please," he said. He leaned over and kissed her forehead.
"Good Night," she said.
"Good night, and if you need anything, call me," he said. She smiled and nodded. When he left the room, she sighed, and went under the covers.
In his room, he still smelled the blood, and it was almost intoxicating him. It wafted around in the air, and as he went into the bed he felt himself becoming aroused. The damn wolfish instincts were kicking up and he was getting irritated. Reaching over into the drawer of the night table, he pulled out a small vial of a calming potion and he opened it and drank it. He began to feel drowsy and he fell asleep a few minutes later.
A/N: Thanks for all the reviews guys! But you all seem to be a bit confused about some things! In this chapter I placed the ages, at the request of AKANinaBlack lol and along with a whole bunch of you. In the first chapter, I had said the time, but you guys probably missed it—its three years after the war. So its just a rough estimate that Hermione is about 20 and in my little world, Lupin is almost 40. Not 40 YET! Lol
No biggie! My aunt and uncle are 20 years apart and they get along just fine =)
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