Author's Note: Haha, I am such an evil bitch. Okay, maybe not, but for now I am. Why? I don't know. You can come up with your own reasons. XP

Sydney-Black- I got my idea for this story around two o'clock a.m. I really wanted to do a Hermione/Remus fan fiction so I grabbed my notebook and a pen and brainstormed for a while. And thus this story was created.

Changing the Course of Destiny

Chapter Four

Hermione exhaled slowly; a way of stalling to fix the final details. Remus' eyes flickered with excitement and shock (she was going to tell him the real reason!) before small flecks of self-satisfaction set in. Hermione ran a hand through her hair and leaned against the door.

"You see, I haven't physically been to Hogwarts before now. That was my stepfather's fault. You see, he was furious that I had gotten a letter from here. I don't know quite why, but that's beside the point." She paused and looked down at the floor before continuing her story. "But when he refused to let me go to Hogwarts, I started having these really weird dreams. Dreams about me attending Hogwarts. The scary thing is that they were actually correct… I mean, Charms class was where it was in my dreams. So that's why I've been like… Heading towards my classes, but then stopping and asking the way. Then he died last month. So I got to come here."

"So you're a Seer, or something like that, then." Remus said slowly after a couple seconds of his jaw hanging open. "That's… Interesting."

Hermione nodded. It sounded reasonable after all… Or at least she hoped that he believed her. Him being a werewolf was a problem though. His senses would be extremely fine tuned and perhaps even multiplied to some degree. Hermione could only pray that he couldn't sense that her story was a lie.

"But please don't tell anyone. I don't want people coming up to me and asking me to predict if their crush is going to fall in love with them or whatever. You won't tell anyone will you?" She willed herself to look worried and raised her head and met Remus' blue eyes with her own brown ones.

"I won't tell anyone." He assured her, but all the same thought something was amiss. Either she had blatantly lied to him and he was being stupid to not realize it or she had left parts out. Perhaps it was even a combination of both.

"Thank you." An awkward silence fell before Hermione asked Remus a question. "Can we please get to Transfiguration now? Professor McGonagall is going to have our heads on a silver platter as it is! I can't risk getting detention, it's going to ruin my perfect, I mean, my hopes of a perfect record!" This time she didn't have to feign worry; it was genuine.

Remus thought this over for a couple of seconds. If they did show up, they would most certainly get detention. She might hate him if he was the cause of ruining her record. On the other hand… If they never showed up for class, McGonagall wouldn't get to give them detention. Although she would have to look for them… But then what if she never found them…? A small grin spread across Remus' face. Here, a straight A student named Remus Lupin, was actually plotting ways to get out of detention. All for a mere girl he had met yesterday before dinner! A very interesting girl. He added in his thoughts.

"Amy, if we went back to class McGonagall would definitely give us detention." Before he could continue on with his reasoning he saw tears welling up in her eyes. "No, Amy, let me finish! But if we never show up for any classes all day then she wouldn't be able to punish us, because she can't find us!"

"Not show up for any classes?! The whole day?!" Hermione looked as though she were about to pass out. Admittedly, in his mind, Remus was in similar condition. "Are you insane? We'll miss out on everything. We have to, at the very least, get our homework!"

The girl has a point. He thought and tried to think of a solution that would work.

"I've got it! Okay, well, Prongs has an invisibility cloak! We could pull that out and after dinner go and get our homework. Does that sound okay?"

Hermione fell into a silence for a couple minutes before replying to his proposal. She thought it would work out, but then there was the problem of… Just missing a class. For no reason!

"… I guess that'd be okay." She admitted grudgingly. "I'm so screwed." Hermione muttered.

"Then it's settled. When class lets out we'll go with the crowd up to Gryffindor tower, because if we go now the teachers will notice. So I guess we have another half an hour left in this classroom." He added looking up at the clock.

"Great." Hermione replied dryly.

"So um… What do you want to talk about?" He asked. Hermione pushed him aside and went to sit down on a desk in the far back corner. Remus stood there for a second, blinking. What did she just do? Was she mad at him? "Amy?" He asked hesitantly. When he didn't receive an answer, he walked over to her. "Amy?" He asked again. She turned away from him, facing the wall. His hand closed around her upper arm and turned her back to face him. Remus was met with the sharp sting of her hand smacking his cheek. When he regained his composure, he noticed that her eyes were watering once more and she looked furious. Furious at him, he realized.

"How dare you! It's your fault that we're missing class! You can't just expect us to get our homework and everything will be alright!" She cried out and made a move to smack him again, but this time he was ahead of her and caught her hand.

"I-I'm sorry. I truly am, Amy. I didn't think. I just wanted an answer. I'm sorry." He stuttered and let go of her arm and her hand and looking down. "If you want to smack me again, I give you permission to do so." Remus braced himself for a smack, but was surprised when none came. He allowed himself to steal a glance at 'Amy'.

"Just because I didn't smack you doesn't mean that I'm not mad at you. However," She continued. "You found away that at least might work so I guess I'll forgive you. But next time, please. When you need an answer to something don't kidnap me and haul me off to some desolate classroom. Talk to me later. I have a question."

"Thank you. Go ahead."

"What happened to your buddies? They didn't follow us or anything. I thought that they had the class too." Remus frowned. That was a good question. A really good question.

"I… I don't have an answer to that. Wait. No, I do. I bet it's… Well." He fumbled with his words and a small blush crept across his cheeks. "They think that I, um, I like you or something. So they were um, trying to give me er… Advice and stuff like that." Hermione raised an eyebrow at that before laughing nervously.

"That's a good one. Someone liking me? Yeah, sure. Your friends are really weird, Remus." She laughed some more, though secretly was a little bit hurt. Hermione had grown a little fond of Remus. A little fond meaning more than liking him as just a friend. But it's not like anything could happen; he's my Professor in third year. That would most certainly not being proper.

Remus laughed nervously too, though it was half hearted. "Yeah, um, the things they come up with… Real crazy." He laughed again and ran a hand through his hair. Hermione's laughter faltered and she looked at him. His laughter was so… Fake.

"You, don't actually… Y'know, like… Like me or something, do you?" She asked carefully, almost disbelieving. A pink tint stained her cheeks although she kept looking at Remus intently. He bit his lip, looking down. He hated being put on the spot for a question to which he didn't know the answer. Or rather, an answer that he knew but he was afraid of rejection.

"Of course I do; you're my friend." He replied, hoping that this answer would be accepted.

"… That's not what I meant, Remus, and you know it." She told him quietly, looking down. No, he didn't like her and she had lured herself into a false hope. "But forget it anyway." She added as the sound of students filling the corridors reached their ears. Hermione rose and slung her bag over her shoulder and walked to the door.

Kiss her, you fool! Remus' brain shouted at him. He ignored it though, slinging his bag over his shoulder, casting the counter charmand following her into the crowd and up to the Gryffindor common room. At least his plan would work. McGonagall would never ever be able to pick them out of a crowd.

"Mr. Lupin, Miss Granger." Professor McGonagall appeared in front of the two friends. Shit. "Follow me please." She led them into her classroom and made them sit down. Closing the door, she turned to them and looked at them with disapproval stamped all over her face. "I trust you two have a good explanation as to why you were not in class."

Hermione opened her mouth to speak, but before she could Remus blurted out,

"It's not her fault, Professor. I, um, I made her come with me. She was lost and I told her I could show her where your class was. But I wanted to talk to her so then I led her to an empty classroom."

"And you let him do this, Miss Granger?" The professor inquired, looking at Hermione.

"No, she didn't." Remus cut in. "By the time she realized it was not your class I cast a charm on the door that would lock it. A simple 'alohomora' can't counter the charm."

"And what precisely did you two talk about?"

"He wanted to get to know me better." Hermione cut in. It wasn't the best lie, but it would work.

"I see. Now, you both are aware that I will have to give you detention and deduct house points?" Remus and Hermione both nodded, defeated. "Alright. You will both have detention at 8 pm sharp with Mr. Filch. Fifty house points will be taken from both of you. You may go now. To your next class, I might add."

At eight o'clock Hermione and Remus were being led down to the trophy room by Mr. Filch. The only sound that could be heard was the echo of their footsteps leading to the small room filled with awards and plaques. They came to a stop when Mr. Filch turned to them and grinned nastily.

"You will both be cleaning this room. Awards included. No magic. You will not leave until I check this room, is that clear?" Both nodded as a sign of understanding. "Good. Here are your supplies." He gestured to a pile of mops, sponges, assorted cleaning potions, among other things. "I will be in my office." Filch turned on his heel and exited the room.

"Amy, I'm sorry." Remus said softly before dragging a bucket of murky water and a mop out of the corner. He pulled the mop out of the water and began sweeping it over the cold stone floor.

"It's alright. I should have opened my mouth and told you that we were headed the wrong way anyway. Assuming all of the locations in my dreams were correct. I didn't want you to think I was a freak though." Hermione pulled another bucket and mop out of the corner and started at the opposite end of the room. She was astonished at how quickly the lies were pouring from her mouth.

"We just have to think about how to get the house points back. Maybe if we read one chapter ahead in all of the textbooks for the subjects tomorrow…" He trailed off.

"That'd only get us about ten points each. We'd need to figure out what's next in the classes. Maybe we could ask your friends what's going to be taught tomorrow in Transfiguration."

"That's a good idea…" Remus trailed off, leaving them in silence. The silence lasted roughly forty-five minutes, during which they both worked hard on eliminating all of the stains on the plaques and the cabinet's doors.

"Amy?"

"Yes?"

"When you asked me earlier if I liked you and I told you I did like you as a friend… I think I might be wrong." Remus bit his lip, pouring every once of strength and concentration into cleaning the plaque before him.

"What kind of wrong?" She asked quiet, though clearly.

"I think I might like you as more than a friend." Remus replied, not stopping to look up at her.

"It wouldn't work." She replied, though secretly wanting to tell him that she felt the same way.

"Why not?" He asked, trying to keep the hurt from his voice.

Because it would screw up my future.

"It just wouldn't. We only met approximately two days ago. It just wouldn't."

"… If we gave it more time?" He questioned.

Hermione bit her lip, considering this. If she told him no then she wouldn't have him as a friend. Then she couldn't be friends with Sirius and James.

"Okay then, Moony."

But you're right for me. The wolf in Remus wanted to protest. I know it; I can feel it. I wouldn't forget you, ever. Tomorrow, after we get you dark clothing you will know why my nickname is Moony, Amy. Just don't run away from me.

Author's Note: Hmm, I'm not particularly fond of this chapter… But I promise things will get better.

Thanks to: dancing in rain, jade emerald, blackrose23, Q-BriarXJade-Q, LZY, Sydney-Black, Nicole.

Reviews and flames appreciated.