A/N: I am so sorry. I'm horrible at this. I know it's been a while and for that, I apologize. I have no excuses except that I suck. lol anyways, here's the next chapter. Please let me know what you think and/or how you think the story should go! I have a loose outline but would love to hear ideas!

Chapter 10

September 9, 1977

"Ours," a deep voice rumbled in Remus' head as Hermione sat next to Peter on the crimson bed.

"Shut up, Moony. She's not ours, we barely know her," Remus chided the wolf. He could feel Moony roll his eyes and shake his head in exasperation.

"Stupid boy. They are ours and we are theirs. Nothing will change that. No matter how hard you push your true feelings down they're still there," the gruff voice replied.

Remus felt his anxiety spike when he felt James take hold of his left ear and mark a small dot with a quill.

Needles. They used to be his number one fear. He'd been scared of them since he was a very young boy who fell while playing at a muggle playground that his mother had taken him to. A woman who had two boys a few years older than Remus insisted that his mom, Hope, take him into the small clinic by the park. Remus received a total of five stitches that day on his knee. Three months later he was bitten by Greyback and had a new number one fear. Himself.

He anxiously flexed his hands to calm himself and caught the tail end of Peter's sentence.

"-make sure Dumbledore can get the ingredients."

"Wait, Wormtail, you're going to be brewing the Wolfsbane Potion?" Remus asked. Last he had heard, Hermione was going to be the one to do it.

"Yes, he is. I was go-" Her voice was cut off by another deep rumble, almost a purring sound.

"So perfect. So smart. Our Hermione," Moony purred.

"I said, shut up, Moony! Stop this. We don't know her," Remus grumbled. He could feel the wolf getting more and more aggravated with his resistance to the young witch across from him.

"-you okay? You look a bit pale." She was standing in front of him, stretching a hand out towards him. The second her hand made contact with his forehead everything went dark.

The scent of honeysuckles and parchment overwhelmed Remus' senses as he slowly came to. He never wanted to leave wherever he was, wanted to bask in the sweet scent for as long as he lived, and longer if possible. He needed to see where it was coming from.

Remus opened his eyes, which widened at the sight and feel of Hermione being in his arms.

"Fuck," he didn't know what else to say. Remus promptly let go of Hermione's waist and stood from the stool.

"Hermione, I'm so fucking sorry. Moony… He…" the young werewolf stammered, running a hand through his hair, shakily.

"Deep breaths, mate. You're likely to pass out from hyperventilation if you keep at it at this rate," James told him, patting his back softly.

"I didn't know you knew a word that big, Prongsie," Sirius chuckled. "Hop up on this stool and let me shove this needle in you." He patted the seat while ducking a gold and red knitted pillow the other threw at him.

'Fuck off, Pads, I-" James was cut off by Hermione's voice.

"Boys! Please," she gestured towards Remus, who had backed himself against the bathroom door, shaking slightly.

"Remus, what's wrong?" Hermione asked softly, inching closer to him. He raised his hands to keep her at a distance.

"I-I just need some air, I'm f-fine," he stammered out, making his way to the door. Quickly running down the stairs, trying his hardest to get away from her, her scent. He had lost control. Moony had taken over his body, shoving Remus' consciousness to the back. The full moon wasn't for another eighteen days. Moony hasn't been able to take control this long before the moon in years. Something was wrong and that something had everything to do with a certain curly haired witch. Remus could feel a panic attack coming on.

"They're ours go back! Tell them how we feel," Moony growled in Remus' head.

"I DON'T KNOW HOW WE FEEL!"

Every pair of eyes in the Gryffindor common room shifted towards him at his scream. Eyes going as wide as the full moon, Remus was mortified. He suddenly felt hands on his shoulders and the scent of James, Sirius and Peter filled his nostrils. He relaxed slightly at the smell of his pack brothers.

"We need to get you out of here, mate," Peter whispered to him. "Room of Requirement?"

James and Sirius nodded in agreement. Sirius glanced back up the stairs to the boys dorm where they left Hermione. She stood at the top of the stairs with a confused look on her face. Sirius just smiled reassuringly and began following the others out the portrait hole.

As Hermione watched the backs of the wizards disappear behind the portrait she stood, confused.

What had made Remus so anxious? What made him react to her touch like that? Questions were scrambling around in her brain so she went to the only place in Hogwarts she could possibly find any answers. The Library.

It had been too long since she had been amongst her beloved books in the library. Her fingers grazed each shelf as she walked by them. The smell was the exact same, if not a bit stronger due to her heightened senses. Which made her chuckle seeing as she was twenty years in the past.

She spent a long while gathering the books she hoped had the answers she was looking for. As she turned the corner to her favorite reading nook she was met with a head of fiery red hair and smiled. Lily Evans. The young woman looked from the parchment she was furiously scribbling on as Hermione stepped into her periphery view.

"Oh! Hermione! How are you today?" Lily asked, moving some of her supplies over so Hermione could set her load of books down on the table.

"I'm doing well. The boys left me on my own so I figured I'd get in a smidge of reading before curfew. Yourself?"

"I'm swell. Just had to get away from Marlene, she was going on and on about Kingsley's arse in the dorm. I thought I'd finish up the Transfiguration essay Professor McGonagall set for us yesterday," Lily paused and rotated the stack of books that Hermione brought to the table so the spines were facing her.

Hermione plucked the first book from the stack and began leafing through, 'A Wizard's Pocket Guide to Common Beasts and Beings'. Quickly realizing that it was a biased, misguided and propaganda filled book written by a wizard who found himself in a room full of vampires one hundred and fifty years ago. He apparently narrowly escaped with nothing but his wand and left shoe. The book had ten chapters on vampires, three on goblins, two on veelas and one on werewolves. It reminded her of Gilderoy Lockhart, the way the man spoke of himself in each chapter.

"'Cursed by the Moon', 'A Guide to Werewolf Habits', 'Vampires, Werewolves and Veelas Explained'... Hermione, what is all of this? Why are yo- You know," Lily cut off her own question. Hermione slowly looked up and locked eyes with the other woman. Lily Evans. She could see Harry in her eyes and the way her brow furrowed. She could trust Lily.

The young witch quickly put up a nonverbal Muffliato.

"About Remus? Yes. I've known for a very long time that he is a werewolf," Hermione paused and stared at Lily, "Just… Come with me." Shrinking her short stack of books and placing them safely in a pocket of her robes she grabbed the red heads hand.

"Hermione, where are we going? Do you even know your way around this castle yet?"

"Better than you even know, Lily. We're going to the seventh floor." Hermione was leading the young witch to the Room of Requirement. It was time for Lily Evans to learn the truth about Hermione Granger.