Hello my dears, I had planned on getting ahead in my writing before I posted anything new, and I had planned on having a bit of a writing hiatus...but then decided I would simply wait until school started back and to get out as much writing as I possibly can.

Also something to note, if you want a time travel Remione from me that is strictly Remione, then my newest story (A Dalliance In Time) is for you :P The response I've gotten to it has been insane, insane I tell you.

Thank you all for all of your reviews and support, really thank you. I read all of your reviews, and I'll try and sit down soon and respond to them if I can. (I am so bad at responding, I know, I'm sorry, but trust me, I read them all and I love all of them).

Right, before I forget, an observation was made about how Hermione and Draco's size at this point may have hindered them from both fitting under the Invisibility Cloak, so I thought I'd answer it here in case anyone else was wondering about it. I was just going according to canon, with how Hermione, Ron and Harry could all fit under the Cloak for years, though when they were fully grown if they didn't stoop down their ankles would show. I may be wrong, but I just envision the Cloak being massive, but also really easy to fold up and tuck away.

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For Henny, because she is simply amazing xxx

Monday, March 10th, 1975

Remus Lupin's 15th Birthday

"Remus! Remus! Remus!"

Remus groaned, attempting to push away the hands that were shaking his shoulder eagerly. It was a cold morning, and his bed was very, very comfy; not to mention the fact that he had been having a delightful dream about Hermione; they were laying in a Meadow, the sun was shining and the sickly sweet smell of various flowers blending together was in the air.

Remus groggily opened one eye, smacking his lips together and tiredly dragging a hand down his face. Fully expecting to see James or Sirius looking at him, instead he was greeted by the face that had just been gracing his dreams, her raven curls were messily pulled into a high ponytail, and she was smiling unabashedly at him.

"Hermione?" Remus asked, blinking rapidly, his pulse jumping and then quickening. Shifting backwards and sluggishly sitting up-his limbs were heavy with sleep still, not as alert and awake as his mind was.

"Hello love, happy birthday!" Hermione exclaimed cheerily, left hand sliding across his sheets and taking up his left one.

Remus properly got a look at her then, and saw that she was kneeling on his bed, wearing an oversized, red and black plaid flannel shirt, and some tiny black shorts, and some thick maroon socks that came halfway up her shins.

The pale morning light from the barely risen morning sun was shining through his cream curtains-which he noted were drawn; they were charmed so you couldn't see the occupant behind the curtain, and the Marauders had all cast permanent silencing charms on their curtains (it was an agreement they made at the beginning of the year when their workload got heavier, because a few of them liked to read aloud, or when they were all in one bed and working on the Marauder's Map and didn't want to disturb Frank).

"Thanks, love," Remus smiled brightly, now fully awake. His eyes widened when Hermione flung herself forward, hugging him tightly. His face was buried in her neck, and her arms were around his neck. Remus hesitated a moment before wrapping his arms around her lower back.

They stayed like that for what seemed like forever, whilst simultaneously seeming like no time at all. Hugging each other, their breathing slowing to match the other's, Hermione playing with the hairs on his nape, and Remus drawing small circles across her back.

Hermione shifted and tipped her face towards his, whispering softly "do you want the first part of your gift now, or later?"

Remus marvelled at how dark her lashes were, and how close she was. Still unable to believe that she was really in his arms, holding him just as tightly as he was she. Seeing all the darker green specks in her eyes, and the brown edges surrounding her irises.

"Now?" Remus said a bit uncertainly, he had a feeling he knew where she was going, but at the same time he daren't hope. In case his hopes be dashed in one fell swoop.

Hermione smiled then, it was a lazy smile, one that brightened her eyes, and the corners of her eyes crinkled slightly. It made a warmth bloom in his gut and heart. She made him feel worthy of love, as if he special. It was indescribable feeling, and tears almost sprung to his eyes then, to know that someone so brilliant could love him, he doubted she was in love with him, but the fact that she felt any kind of affection towards him was enough.

Remus's heart thumped painfully as she leant upwards, as her face neared and as her soft and supple lips met his; his eyes fluttering closed. Then she was kissing him, gently, as if trying to say something, and he was being lost in her smell, the honey and vanilla caressing him and her heavy and quick heartbeat was all that he could hear.

Hermione firmly pecked his lips once more before leaning back, her hand now stroking his cheek, "right, I best sneak back out now, it's almost time for Breakfast and the other boys will wake up soon."

"I wish we could stay like this a little longer," Remus admitted gently.

"As do I my sweet, Moony. As do I," Hermione said, her bottom lip jutting out slightly. Something feral inside of him-the wolf-was whispering to claim her lips once more, to nibble and suckle at her bottom lip, but he resisted the urge.

Hermione kissed his cheek gently before removing herself from his arms, sitting up, still holding onto his arms, "I'll see you later," Hermione promised, squeezing his hand tightly.

"I'll see you later," Remus echoed, and smiled faintly as she let go of him, and quietly turned towards the curtains, parting them a fraction-peeking to check that the coast was clear-he blinked twice and then she was gone.

Remus fell back once more, his head hitting his soft sheets and mere moments later he heard, "MOOONY, WAKE UP YOU WANKER, IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY!"

Sirius, Remus thought absently, throwing an arm over his eyes, bracing himself for the body that flung itself onto him a few deep breaths later. Happy Birthday to me, Remus thought happily as the rest of the Gryffindor boys followed suit, and piled on top of him.

Saturday, March 15th, 1975

Hogsmeade Weekend

Hogsmeade Village

The Three Broomsticks

The wide room was filled to the brim with the villagers and students that had come down for the day. It was loud, boisterous, and Hermione could hear every murmur, every word, all blending together. It was a bit overwhelming and Hermione suspected it was the fox, ever since she had first shifted her senses were now all on high alert. All the time. She was aware of everything around her, everything.

She was just thankful Remus hadn't noticed her jump and flinch at every small noise or motion that caught her eye.

She looked around, trying to find a place for them to sit down, when her eyes landed on an interesting sight.

"Sirius Black! What do you think you're doing?" Hermione let out a low squeak-loud enough so that only Remus could hear her-her voice getting lost in the rest of the loud conversation surrounding them; she moved closer into Remus's side, trying not to focus on how nice it felt to be holding his hand.

Sirius was tucked away neatly in one of the smaller booths on the right hand side of the pub, hands holding Dorcas Meadowes face as he intently focused on kissing the Ravenclaw-passionately.

Remus was not as shocked-however, his lips were pursed in blatant disapproval.

"Really, Sirius?" Remus snorted.

"You knew about-" when Hermione noticed his lack of surprise she paused, gesturing with her free hand at the pair before them, eyes widening, "-this?"

"I knew he was taking her to Hogsmeade, didn't know he was going to get to know her, quite so well," Remus said, scratching the back of his head sheepishly.

Hermione wasn't bothered by the fact that Sirius was snogging the Ravenclaw's face off, or by the heavy petting that had now commenced. She was bothered by the fact that Riley had walked in right before them, and her friends were dragging her stunned body behind them. Oh, Riley, Hermione's heart hurt for the younger girl. Who was now wearing a carefree smile, but Hermione saw the flash of pain that was shining in her eyes.

Hermione had no problem with either of them dating until they figured out that they were meant to be together. Actually it would probably help with the whole soul bond thing.

Hermione knew that in a perfect world, Sirius and Riley would be together from now until always, happy and carefree. It was however, not a perfect world. One would have to be looking through rose tinted glasses to think otherwise.

"I think we best leave and go for a walk," Remus suggested, and Hermione nodded numbly, catching a glimpse of Sirius again as she turned to leave.

When she turned around she came face to face with Draco, Marlene, Mary, James, and Peter.

"Mione!" James exclaimed-his hazel eyes lit up as he grinned, "leaving already?"

"Remus and I are going to go for a walk through the village," Hermione smiled lightly.

"You sure you don't want to stay and have a butterbeer?" Draco drawled, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Nope," Hermione smirked crookedly, "I didn't get to celebrate Remus's birthday with him properly...you boys did your mini celebration in your dorm on Monday, but I still have to give him his gift."

Draco raised an eyebrow at that, but didn't say anything further.

Hermione and Remus said their farewells and left, walking out into the cool Spring air. The snow may have gone, but the earth was still cold, and for the most part, very, very wet.

"I never did give you your present," Hermione said to Remus, intertwining her fingers with his once more as they strolled along the path.

Remus glanced at her curiously, eyebrows drawn together slightly. Hermione smiled warmly up at him, his sandy blonde bangs were hanging in his eyes.

Hermione reached into her pocket, and pulled out a small box, they both stopped in their tracks and Hermione released Remus so he could open his present. She waited in trepidation as his fingers gracefully tore off the light blue wrapping paper, fisting it in one hand and then took the top off of the box with the other.

Hermione bit her lip as Remus stared in disbelief at what lay inside.

"Hermione Potter...this is a key," Remus said slowly.

"I got you a chest," Hermione explained slowly, "I had planned on giving the other boys similar chests in future...but yours is special," Hermione said, biting her lip uncertainly.

"Special how?"

"It's got your other gift in it," Hermione smiled shyly.

"There's more?" Remus asked, eyes wide.

"I may have gotten you half a dozen jumpers-" Hermione confessed sheepishly, "-and I may or may not have written you a poem or two…"

"You wrote me poetry?" Remus asked, dumbfounded.

Hermione put her hands to her cheeks, which were burning and she added, "the chest has blood wards, it can only be opened with your key and by you, and you alone...gosh...this is way too much isn't it? Or way too weird?" Hermione cowed her head, turning in a circle and pacing in the other direction.

Hermione froze as bright, bubbly laughter erupted from behind her. Pensive, frowning, she swivelled back around to see Remus walking towards her; face alight with joy.

"You are the most exquisite witch," Remus whispered when he reached her, narrowing his eyes a fraction, "blood wards?"

Hermione nodded slowly.

"That's dreadfully advanced...you did all that for me?"

"You don't care that I plan on doing it for the other boys?" Hermione asked after a few moments.

"Are you going to leave romantic poetry in theirs as well?" Remus asked in amusement, the corners of his lips twitching upwards.

"No," Hermione said, face now scarlet.

"Then I really don't see the problem-" then Remus got a mischievous look in his eye, he quickly ducked down and kissed Hermione chastely on the cheek before continuing, "-I think I'm going to go and read it right now."

"What?" Hermione blinked, mouth agape, and before she could stop him, Remus was running in the opposite direction, key held above his head like a trophy, a prize, a sword of triumph.

"POETRY HERE I COME!" Remus bellowed.

Hermione certainly hadn't been expecting this, without a moment's hesitation more, she sprinted on after him. She should have let him find the poetry himself.

Me and my big mouth, Hermione thought bitterly as she ran hastily after her boyfriend.

Her lungs burned and scorched, her throat dry, her chest rising and falling quickly with her heavy pants as she tried to swallow as much air as she could.

When she finally reached the Fourth year boy's dorm she found Remus sitting cross-legged on his bed.

She had snuck in earlier after the boy's had left their room, enlarging the chest at the foot of Remus's bed, shifting his other one so that there would be room. Now the chest lay open, and it briefly crossed her mind that she had to finish off the blood wards, since she needed his blood to do it, but that wasn't really what you asked someone for right after you've given them a gift.

Her poetry was in his hands, and he was cradling the parchment as if it was sacred.

"Pure as starlight, as beautiful as the rising sun as it kisses the sky and greets a new day," Remus whispered and it took Hermione a moment to notice he was crying.

"Remus?" Hermione asked worriedly, crawling onto the bed next to him, placing her hand on his shoulder.

She barely had time to react before he was pulling her into him and hugging her to him tight, clutching at her as if he was afraid she was going to disappear if he loosened his grip even by a hair's breadth.

Hermione sighed softly, burying her face in his chest and securely wrapping her arms around him.

"No one's ever written anything like that about me before," Remus said shakily, and Hermione just hugged him tighter.

"You deserve every word and more," Hermione responded. Silently adding to herself, happy fifteenth birthday Remus.

How long they stayed like that Hermione had no idea, but all she knew was that she felt safe, she felt happy and she felt loved.

Thursday, March 27th, 1975

James Potter's Birthday

Full Moon

The Full Moon had put a substantial damper on James's birthday, there were no bright grins as there usually were. There was no jubilant banter or mirth. Simply low spirits and grim, long faces.

The Marauders trudged through the school day, minds all occupied; with their ill friend in the Infirmary. Battling migraine after migraine, body wracking pain and ache after ache. Glad that at least he was away from all the overbearing sounds and smells.

It was strange to think and remember how on this day, two years prior, they had been utterly carefree and planning a surprise party for James.

They were growing up and the harsher realities of their lives were pressing in on them, poking and prodding at their worlds.

"We need to finish our animagus training," James said softly on their way to the Great Hall for lunch.

"I've already done it," Hermione murmured, and James, Sirius and Peter all stop short.

"What?" Sirius hissed. "When?"

"Beginning of the month," Hermione responded casually.

It was then that Sirius noticed that Draco didn't seem at all surprised, "you knew didn't you?" Sirius narrowed his eyes, pointing a finger at Draco; who was in a more irritable mood as of late, and easily goaded.

"Put your finger down before I shove it up Mulciber's arse," Draco snarled.

"Why don't you try?" Sirius growled, taking a menacing step forward.

"Boys. Boys," Hermione whispered harshly, "you're both being ridiculous and you need to get a hold of yourselves."

"That so?" Draco asked languidly, the words rolling off his tongue slow and easy like syrup.

"That is so," Hermione snapped, "I know we're all frustrated because we can't help Remus when he's suffering, and we all feel fucking useless, but you need to stop acting like petulant children! Arguing amongst ourselves isn't going to do anyone any good," Hermione finished with a huff and a curt nod; Draco swore he saw her eyes flash amber for a moment, but dismissed it as a trick of the light.

Hermione scowled as she spun on her heel and stormed away, leaving them in her dust.

"She's right you know," James sighed, rubbing his temple, shifting his glasses to then rub at his closed eyelids.

"Sorry, mate. It's your birthday and we're behaving like prats," Sirius apologised immediately-now feeling incredibly foolish for how he had behaved, and Draco echoed his sentiments.

Peter cleared his throat and the three wizards angled themselves in his direction, giving him their full attention.

"How about we have a small celebration for your birthday tomorrow James? In the Infirmary, when Remus wakes up?" Peter suggested eagerly. James smiled weakly, scratching his cheek before reaching over and ruffling Peter's hair.

"That's a brilliant idea, Pete, I would like that a lot," James swung an arm across Peter's shoulders and the two boys led the way to the Great Hall.

Draco and Sirius shared an apologetic look for letting their tempers get the best of them, and then followed after.

Now all that was left to do was to get through the rest of this terrible day. Terrible, terrible day.

That night the Moon haunted them, bathing the land with its light. They glared at it and wished that their friend didn't have to bend and break to her whims and fancies. None of them slept well that night. Not a wink.

I hope you all liked this chapter! Fluffy innocent Remione makes me happy, so hopefully it makes you all happy too.

Love,

Indieblue xxx