AN: Sorry its taken so long to write this chapter (and it's short and ends on a cliffhanger) but this really went in a completely different direction than I was expecting and I had to go back and reread some of the books (Mostly the third one) in order to get this chapter right. But I wanted to share it with you because I had a realization that Hermione said that "a werewolf will only respond to a call from its own kind" and Hermione calls to Remus when he is transformed and he comes to her and I thought why would this happen? So I included it here because it helps with my plot development. As always, your comments and reviews are appreciated! Thank you for your patience! :)

Onwards with the story.

I'm shocked by what she just told me. I've never heard her talk that way before. I'm also elated because its proof of her desire for me. Its so cute how she blushes and looks away.

Before I can respond, she jumps up and walks to a corner of the kitchen to get to a shelf marked potions and I see her stand on her tip toes in order to reach it. I can't help but follow her, seeing her beautiful pert ass accentuated in chocolate satin makes my cock strain against my trousers.

I silently move until I am right behind her, she is so intrigued in her task, she doesn't even notice my approach. I see her hand on the door and I place my hand on top of hers while using the other to wrap around her waist and I feel her body tense.

"Baby, its just me. What's wrong?".

"Nothing… I just"

"Just what? Hermione talk to me"

"I'm… I'm scared okay".

"Scared of what?"

"Scared of you!"

I use my palm to turn her to face me and I see the pain in her eyes.

"You're scared of me? Is it because of what I am?" I say softly while my heart breaks in my chest. Makes sense she would be afraid of me being a werewolf, almost everyone else is, why would she be so different? Her passionate speeches aside, it's easy to assert things, but harder to actually enact them. I immediately pull my arm from her waist and extricate myself from her.

She looks at me eyes wide and says angrily,

"No, Remus, never! How could you even ask me that!?"

"I don't know… that just seemed the most obvious thing" I say as I smirk.

She really brings out my playful side. I can't help but bring my forehead to hers as I guide my hands to her supple waist.

My hands are immersed in cool chocolate satin and her lovely curves. I could die a happy man like this. I have imagined this many times, in the darkness of my flat or during my dreams, imaginings that I never actually thought I would have the opportunity to experience and I realize that actually doing it is far better than anything my mind could put together. Despite how much I have longed for her, I still was unable to properly do her justice.

I feel elated.

"I could never ever be afraid of you!"

Hermione places her hands on my face and moves her head back so she can look into my eyes. Remember how we told you what happened during third year the night we saved Sirius?

I nod my head.

"Well you transformed and Harry and I had used my time turner".

I didn't know where she was going with this but it brought back memories of the first time I was told this tale by Harry and her in the hospital wing while I sat on Harry's cot with Dumbledore looking on with those twinkling eyes of his and I can't help but smile. Even then, I was awed by her bravery. I had never met anyone who would willingly call to a werewolf. I was also embarrassed at myself and guilty that my affliction almost got them hurt and allowed Pettigrew to get away. The people who were my favorite students actually saw me as a werewolf who wanted to attack them. I didn't know how I could ever look in their eyes again. As though she knew what I felt, she placed her hand on top of mine and said to me with her eyes filled with compassion "Professor, neither Harry or I blame you for the events of that night. You did nothing wrong and you are our friend. We still respect and care for you and..."She stopped here and blushed. "I admire you for your bravery, kindness, and selflessness considering all the bigoted people you have to deal with and the painful transformations that you go through. I've never heard you complain even once". It took me years to admit but that little speech got me through some of the worst times of my life, during missions for the order, whenever I faced bigotry for my condition, Dora's death.

"Well I called to you so you would get away from our other selves, and you came to me. And I must say there are a great many emotions one expects one to feel when a werewolf not on wolfsbane comes running toward you, but I only felt surprise since werewolves only come to a call of their own kind and I'm not a werewolf"

"Once Buckbeak ran you away and Sirius and our other selves were saved, I always wondered what that meant for us".

I had never hear this part of the tale and it shocked me.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"It took me years to sort through all the drivel and incompetence regarding most wizard's understandings of werewolves, but when I finally did I couldn't bring myself to tell you, especially since you didn't seem to acknowledge it yourself and I didn't want you to know only to have you reject me".