A/N: Finally an update to my story. Just so you know, my penname has changed: To Moony-Mione-Padfoot. As, I am having mad problems with the document manager and other stuff for this story, I may just take it down completely, so that I can revamp the whole darn story. Just have to wait and see how future uploads go…
In case you thought I did; I definitely do not under any circumstances, other than my dreams, do I own Harry Potter, in any way, shape, or form…
On With The Show:
CH. 19:
Hermione's P.O.V.
It's been a little over three weeks since the 'kissing' incident in Remus' office. He's been making himself scarce these days. He tends to avoid the Great Hall for most meals, according to Dobby, having the house-elves send them up to his quarters (as if they don't have enough to do already!)
So the only time I really see him is during DADA classes. Honestly! Does he think I am going to make a scene if I am face-to- face with him? Hmmph! As if! He's being quite immature at the moment. Whatever!
It isn't as though I'm asking him to tell me he loves me in front of the whole school; however, a little acknowledgement of the sparks between us would be lovely. But no, that river in Egypt is where he's at: Denial, baby! Carpe Diem! Grab the little bit of happiness that is afforded to us in this crazy, fucked up world. Merlin knows that happiness is a fleeting thing- especially with that psychotic, power-hungry shit-bag racist Crusty-warts (Voldemort) and those stupid, pathetic, brown-nosing, salad tossing sycophants of his on the loose, bent on genocide.
Any one of us could go at any given time. Better to grab what little bit of happiness we can, while we can.
Guess I'm going to have to give him a nudge towards my way of thinking. I think a bit of healthy competition is just what I need to make him realize that what we could potentially have is of the good. You know?