What exactly did Hermione know, how long had Hermione known whatever it is she didn't want to tell me, why was she scared that I would reject her if she told?

Questions kept swirling in my head. There was only one way to get to the bottom of this… I apparently would have to drag it out of her.

"What does it all mean Hermione?"

"Well first drink your potion and let me make us some dinner and then we will talk".

I can feel myself becoming exasperated. Why does she keep avoiding my questions? Why can't she just answer them for me.

"It will take a long time to explain and I'm quite famished. Please humor me".

"Oh yes. I completely forgot about the fact that you haven't had dinner yet and I completely forgot about my potion".

I feel slightly guilty for my anger now. The poor girl hadn't had any dinner and she must be starving.

She turns away from me and gets back on tiptoe to retrieve the potion and I can't help but imagine what it will be like to rip that dress from her body and while she screams my name in pleasure. That dress is going to be the death of me.

I can't help but saunter over to her. Her scent drives me to distraction and calls to me like a siren's song. I have this desire to caress every inch of her body, to hear her sigh and moan while her eyes darken and her pupils dilate as I make her cum over and over.

She turns back to face me just as I reach up to caress her neck with my fingers.

"Now Remus, before you drink this I need to let you know that I have been investigating some new potion ingredients in regards to its taste and healing properties post transformation".

Such an inquisitive and beautiful mind she has. Usually I would be just be happy at the amount of effort she put in to making the potion better but now I can't help but focus on more baser things.

"How did you do that?"

"Well after months of pouring over Snape's notes regarding the potion, last month I took of your saliva while you were transformed and asleep and I injected it into some bunnies and it turned them into were-bunnies. I then created several batches of wolfsbane potion with different healing plants and I discovered that elderflowers helped with the scarring and also seemed to be more pleasant to the bunnies in terms of taste".

I couldn't help but laugh… she made were-bunnies in order to test her new formulation of the potion. Just like a muggle scientist with their clinical trials.

"Were-bunnies? Can I see them?"

"Sure, but be careful as they are carnivores and would love the taste of your flesh since they transformed tonight. They tend to transform once the moon becomes 3/4 full and continue to transform every night until after the full moon sets. I think its due to their faster metabolism".

She must have used wandless magic to summon both her wand and the three were-bunnies' cages.

The transformation made the bunnies three times their size with sharp fangs and claws. All three were sleeping soundly.

I couldn't help but look at them sadly. They now were like me only, they transformed multiple times a month. Even though the new potion works for them doesn't mean it would work for me, surely she could see that.

"Just because the potion is safe for a bunny does not mean it would be safe for me".

"Don't worry Remus, I drank some earlier to make sure it wasn't poisonous and I'm fine".

"You what?"

She took the potion, was she mental?

"I drank some. The wolfsbane potion is completely harmless to a non-werewolf, provided that it was properly formulated and I must say that this formulation tastes much better than what you're used to".

She looks so hopeful as I take the potion from her. If she can be brave enough to drink the disgusting concoction, I could at least be brave enough to taste it.

The potion tastes much better. Its almost funny that she of all people would worry about its taste. Most people who could make it were worried enough about simply making it correctly. I can't help but snicker.

"This does taste much better. Thank you".

Her eyes grow soft as I drink down the rest of the potion. It always amazes me how such a little thing makes her so happy. I should take her out to dinner, its really the least I can do and I knew the perfect restaurant to take her.

"Would you do me the honor of dining out with me this evening Hermione?"

The quicker we get some food in her, the quicker I would get the answers I was looking for.