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A/N: I know you're all getting just as tired, frustrated, and annoyed at Remus as Hermione is, but I promise a little more in this chapter. Small word of caution, there is very little dialogue in this chapter, so be prepared to read.

Also, thank you Aljinon, your advice was great I chucked the outline and this chapter came out a lot easier.

Hermione grunted and shirfted her bodyweight off her arm that was tingling painfully, almost asleep. She lifted herself from the slightly damp grass and looked over to see Remus on the ground not too far from her. She slowly made her way into a standing position, her head spinning and hating the movement. She moved her legs slowly until she could walk normally and walked into Remus' house that wasn't too far in the distance.

Hermione walked straight into the shower after gathering her clothes from the kitchen floor. The warm water of the shower relaxed all her tense muscles, allowing her to slump very unHermione like against the shower wall. She stayed like that until the water started to cool off. She quickly bathed, but the water was still ice cold by the time she was done, forcing the grogginess from her mind.

She begrudgingly got out and put on her clothes, wincing slightly at the strain of her already sensitive muscles. She opened the bathroom door, hoping he was still laying face down in the grass, but she knew she wasn't that lucky. The smell of coffee wafted to her nose and she was half tempted to stay and attempt civilized conversation just for some. But her pride wouldn't let her. She brushed past him, grabbed her sandals and slipped them on before walking back past him and going into the living room to floo to the Burrow. She didn't even bother to look back at him, and she missed the look of longing in his eyes.

When she got back she ate a light breakfast for appearance sake and left before Remus could even get there. She didn't even give Harry or Ron a greeting as she brushed past them on the way to the library. At least there she knew she wouldn't have to deal with it all. The thought of burying herself in a large book was slightly calming and she found her steps slowing some as she reached the library door.

She picked up the overly large book she had left off in and made her way to the table and chairs. Slinking down and getting comfortable, she opened the book and began reading. Eventually the real world was sucked away and the surreal world of this book was all that mattered to her. She was thankful for that small grace.

That night, however, no book was able to keep her mind off how much she wanted him. And it was starting to cause her a lot of pain emotionally and physically wasn't doing too much better. She paced the entire night in the bathroom, praying no one needed to use it. Thankfully, she spent the night alone in there, millions of thoughts racing through her mind.

The main two thoughts were Remus and her friends. She knew she needed to clear the air with Remus, but she was too proud for that, or at least at the moment she was. And she knew, even if it terrified her, she needed to tell her friends. She blanched at the thought of Harry and Ron hating her, but she knew it was nonsense. The only reason they would have to hate her was because she kept a secret from them, she reminded herself. Strangely, that wasn't a comforting thought.

It was over two weeks later when Hermione finally saw Remus again. She had succesfully avoided him at the Burrow, Head Quarters, and at his house. She had a small feeling he played a part in the avoidance as well. It was just too...easy. And she thought she had calmed her emotions enough to talk to him. But seeing him walk in the kitchen as she was finishing her work on the potion for the day, they all flooded back in a wash of pain and need. If she hadn't been clutching the chair, her knees would have given out on her at the mere sight of him.

She grabbed her robes and made her way out of the kitchen, brushing up against him in the process. Then she opened her mouth. She didn't know what made her say it, or how she found the courage to do it, but she did.

"Just so you know, I wouldn't have regretted it."

Needless to say, Hermione was more than a little crushed when she saw he was deliberately avoiding her now. When she would go down for breakfast, he would leave. When she showed up at his house at the normal hours again, he would be leaving or already gone. And he wouldn't come back until after she was finished.

A pang of sadness would wash over her every time she saw him, or thought she would see him. He was acting more childish than Ron. But her only comforting thought was he couldn't avoid her for three nights out of the month. And those three nights, she had him to herself.

Then that first night came, and hit her hard. She didn't even have the nerves to stop the shaking. All she could do was rock back and forth in the corner, her knees clutched to her chest. Her knuckles were white from the exertion and she was more sweaty than usual. But she couldn't stop the shaking. All thoughts of going to Remus were lost when he had given her a blank look that morning, and a slow shake of the head.

Her body, however, seemed to have very different intentions. As soon as the first thought of Remus popped into her head she was on her feet and headed for the fireplace. She mentally berated herself, knowing she shouldn't be going, he had told her not to go. But her body did not care. It craved him and it seemed to be moving on a will all its own.

Wearing nothing but a large button down shirt that had once been her fathers and a pair of underwear, Hermione floo'd to the only place she shouldn't be going. When her eyes settled back into their sockets, she searched the living room for him, finding nothing. She made her way to the kitchen, wiping the soot off her feet on the rug as she went. When she rounded the corner, she practically smashed right into him.

The sight of him made her knees give out again, this time with nothing to hold her up. Her hands landed on his chest while his arms grabbed her and pulled her back up. Hermione was highly aware he was bare chested and sweating, and the fact her body was directly pressed against his. Her breathing picked up as she looked up into his eyes.

"Please," she whispered. "Make me forget."

That was the last time Remus had to be told. As he held her in his arms, he bent down and captured her lips in a kiss that could only be described as perfect. The mold of her lips to his, the feel of her breath as she opened her mouth to him, the touch of her tongue on his. His barrier of self control crashed down around him as he ravaged the beauty in his arms.

Hermione woke up on the couch, still halfway on top of Remus. The memories of the night before flashed in her mind and she smiled, a real smile. She looked over at his clock and cursed under her breath. She needed to hurry if she wanted to get back before they noticed her absence. She slipped out of his embrace and pulled on her panties and shirt.

Buttoning it back up, she walked silently over to the fireplace. Just as she buttoned the bottom button she felt his arms wrap around her waist and his body press up against her back.

"Leaving like that will take 5 years off a man's life," he murmured in her ear.

Author Babble:

Well I must say, it's about time! And sorry for the lack of details, I'm attempting to keep this a 'T' rating. If it ever does progress to 'M', I'll rewrite the scene and repost it.