AN: I know I know it's been way too long in between updates. I moved, have had a few personal issues, had mucho uni work and been ill. But hopefully this chapter will make up for the lack of updates.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry and co. I am only borrowing them!

Everything's So Wrong and That Is Real – Chapter 6

Remus conjured a blanket and watched Hermione sleep peacefully. He was angry at what the Death Eaters had done to her. He knew the guilt of injuring people while being a werewolf but never the killing of someone as close to him as his friends or family. Remus promised himself he would help Hermione in whatever way he could. Sleep claimer him not long after that.

Hermione awoke refreshed, warm and feeling safe. Remus had a protective arm around Hermione and the two of them were covered by a blanket. Remus was still asleep. Hermione smiled, she owed a good night's sleep to the attractive werewolf. Hermione started, attractive? Well, yes he was but it wasn't like Hermione to actually think about how soft his lips looked and wonder how they tasted. She shook herself mentally. Remus slowly opened his eyes and looked down at Hermione.

"Good morning. Sleep better last night?" he asked.

"Good morning. Yes I did, thank you," Hermione replied.

Remus stretched slightly.

"Planned much for today?" he asked.

"Um…I think I'd like to go to Diagon Alley with Harry and Ron…Would you like to come?" Hermione finished nervously.

Remus thought for a moment, "Alright," he replied cheerfully, "Perhaps we should get up then."

"Of course."

The pair stood up and walked towards the door. Remus went to open it.

"Remus?"

"Yes Hermione," Remus turned around.

Hermione hugged him, "Thank you for last night."

Remus returned the hug ignoring the barrage of voices in his mind. Some telling him to notice her skin, her scent, her warmth and others telling him to stop now before it got out of hand. They pulled apart and Remus opened the door. Hermione's cheeks were warm and she was confused.

"I'll go wake the boys and get ready," said Hermione.

"Alright, I will meet you downstairs," replied Remus.

Remus went to his room focusing on getting ready. As he stepping into the shower, he accidentally allowed his mind to wander. His thoughts of course wandered to Hermione. He was going to help her adapt to being a werewolf and to help her cope with her parents' deaths. He realised that in doing so he would be spending a lot of time with her. He squashed that thought down quickly. It was not proper to think of Hermione in such a way. She used to be his pupil; she was his best friend's son's best friend. While she was twenty-three, definitely of age, she was still too young and innocent. Remus rubbed his face and cleared his mind of all thoughts, finished his shower, got dressed and went downstairs to wait for the trio.

Hermione walked towards the boys' room, her thoughts whirling around in her mind. She was confused about her body's reaction to Remus. She enjoyed his company, there was no doubt about that, but this was something deeper. She wanted to spend time with him, she felt wonderful waking up next to him that morning, with his arms around her. She wanted to keep touching him, to make sure he was tangible, to make sure he wasn't going to disappear. She knew that he was to help her with adjusting to being a werewolf, which meant he was to spend more time with her. That thought sent an unfamiliar tingle down her spine. She shook her head as she had reached the boys' room. She knocked, even though she knew they wouldn't hear her, walked into the room and smiled softly at the sight before her. Ron and Harry were in the same bed. Harry's head was on Ron's chest and Ron's arms were wrapped around Harry. Hermione stepped further into the room and closed the door behind her. She walked over to the bed and tried to wake them up.

"Harry, Ron," she said as she shook them slightly.

Harry slowly opened his eyes first.

"Morning," he said huskily, his voice still full of sleep.

"Morning," she replied, "So how long has this been going on?"

"Huh?" Harry suddenly realised his position, "Oh Hermione, we, I, that is."

Hermione silenced him by putting her finger on his lips, "Shhh, it's okay. I'm happy for you both. You deserve it Harry."

Harry smiled shyly.

"The reason I came in was to ask you two to come to Diagon Alley with Remus and I."

Harry looked at her, "You look like you are feeling better."

"I slept a little better last night," Hermione admitted.

"No nightmares?" he asked.

"You knew about that?"

Harry smiled sadly, "You are trying to hide nightmares from me Hermione."

"Oh…yeah."

"It's good to see that you are feeling better. If you need to talk we are here for you Hermione."

"I know, thank you," Hermione squeezed Harry's hand, "I'll let you wake Ron up and I will meet you two downstairs after I get ready."

"Alright," Harry nodded.

Hermione smiled and left the room, closing the door again. She walked to her room and like Remus allowed her mind to wander while she took her shower. She argued in her mind.

'He was her teacher.'

'Was being the operative word.'

'He was too old.'

'Age is just a number.'

'You are both so alike. Intellectuals, mature and now both werewolves.'

'What did it matter anyway? He wouldn't be interested in her.'

With that thought Hermione shook her head, finished her shower and got dressed.

When Hermione entered the kitchen Bill and Remus were chatting. Remus sipping a cup of tea. Molly was bustling around in the kitchen. Hermione poured herself some tea and sat down across from Remus.

"The boys will be down soon," Hermione told Remus.

"Alright."

"How're you feeling Hermione?" asked Bill.

"Better than I was, thank you," Hermione said giving a small smile.

"That's good. I'd better get going but if you need to talk ever, just let me know."

With that Bill stood up.

"Thank you Bill," said Hermione.

Bill smiled at Hermione and nodded to Remus before leaving. Both Remus and Hermione sipped their tea lost in their own thoughts for a few minutes before the boys came into the dining room. Ron was yawning loudly and stretching as he walked through the door followed by Harry who smiled at Remus and Hermione in greeting. Ron collapsed into the chair next to Remus and put his head on the table. Harry sat next to Hermione. At that moment Molly came into the dining room with plates of food. Ron immediately sat up and started gobbling down food.

"What are your plans today dears?" asked Molly.

Ron started to reply but was interrupted by Harry, which was fortunate as Ron's mouth was full to capacity.

"We are all going to Diagon Alley."

Molly nodded, "Have fun and be careful."

Breakfast went by quickly and uneventfully. The group then made their way via the floo network.

Hermione shook off the disorientating effects of the floo, she didn't think that she could ever get used to that way of travel. Hermione looked around Diagon Alley, there were considerably less people and shops than usual however it was still pretty busy.

"Ready?" asked Remus.

Hermione nodded in reply. The group moved along the Alley occasionally ducking into stores that one of them found interesting. Hermione was enjoying herself, she felt relaxed and content. The day passed quickly, after lunch the men were looking at a Quidditch store front. The display enthralled Hermione for all of ten seconds and she decided to wander a little further down the Alley to see if there was anything of interest for her. Hermione was looking in a bookstore window when she was tapped on the shoulder. She turned absently, expecting it to be her friends. How wrong she was. It was the dark haired, silver eyed man from her prison. Hermione was rooted to the spot.

"Puppy," the man said huskily, running a finger along her jaw line, "You're mine."

"No…No," she whispered slightly shaking her head.

He grinned and ran his finger across her lips. Hermione's eyes started to fill with tears. She stepped back and found herself against the shop front. His eyes raked down her body and he licked his lips. His eyes darkened slightly with lust.

"Sweet, virgin puppy," he growled softly.

Before he could say anymore Hermione's name was called.

"Hermione? Where are you?"

The man looked at Hermione and then turned and ran in the opposite direction to the voice. The three men saw Hermione leaning against the shop front looking down the road.

"Hermione, we've been looking for you. It's getting late, we should head home," said Ron.

Hermione blinked back her tears and quietly said, "Okay."

Remus noticed the change in Hermione's attitude and asked, "Are you alright Hermione?"

She looked up into his kind eyes and found she couldn't lie and shook her head.

"What happened?" asked Harry, who had also noticed the change in Hermione's demeanour.

Hermione couldn't help it, she started to cry, "He was here."

"Who?" prompted Remus.

"Him, the one who bit me."

Remus scanned the area.

"Is he still here?" he asked.

"No," she whispered, "I want to go."

"Of course," he said.

The group made their way back to the floo point. All were quiet. Hermione had fought to stop the tears coming down and was simply looking pale. Molly went to ask how the day had gone but with one look at the group she decided to keep quiet. Hermione walked up to her room. The three watched her knowing she wanted some time to herself.

Hermione walked into the bathroom. She felt dirty. Remembering the way the man had looked at her sent shivers down her spine and not the good kind. She stripped off quickly and turned the water on. Standing underneath the shower spray Hermione broke down. She turned the hot water on higher practically burning her skin. She scrubbed at her skin trying to erase memories. Her skin was raw nearly bleeding and red. Tears kept pouring down her face. Finally she calmed herself down enough to turn the water down to a more bearable temperature. She slipped into some comfortable clothes and decided to go into the library hoping to see Remus. She wanted that safe feeling she had woken up with again. Remus was sitting on the couch, staring off into the distance and looking contemplative. Hermione shut the door behind her and startled Remus out of his thoughts.

"Sorry," she said quietly.

"It's alright," he replied.

Hermione sat next to Remus on the couch. She could feel him watching her but it wasn't intrusive like the man's look was.

"He called me puppy. He said that I was his."

Hermione started crying again, she wiped at her face angrily. She was sick of crying, sick of being in pan and sick of being scared. Remus put his arm around her shoulders in a comforting gesture.

"He made me feel so dirty by the way he looked at me."

Hermione buried her face in Remus' shoulder. Remus rubbed her back and murmured soothing words to Hermione til she stopped crying. Hermione turned her head so she was resting on Remus' chest and sniffed. Remus looked down at the movement just as Hermione looked up. Hermione leaned up slightly and let her eyes flutter shut as did Remus. Their faces were close when there was a knock at the door.

"Hermione? Remus?" came Harry's enquiring voice.

The pair pulled away from each other quickly. There was an uncomfortable feeling between the two and Hermione stood up to go to the door.

She turned, "Thank you for listening."

Then Hermione opened the door and gave Harry a hug before walking to her room. Harry looked in to see Remus who gave Harry a weak smile. Harry returned the smile before following Hermione to see if she was alright. Remus sighed and slumped in his chair. Things were getting more and more confusing.

AN: Well there you go. Hope you liked this chapter.