A/N: This is the quickest I've ever updated one of my fanfictions. I really hope you enjoyed the first chapter. PLEASE REVIEW!

Dedication: This fanfiction is dedicated to my best friend. KK, if you're reading this, I'm sorry, because I know how much you hate the thought of Remus and Hermione falling in love.

Disclaimer: I could claim to own Harry Potter. I could claim to be good at drawing. I could claim to not be tired as I sit in bed writing this. Alas, none of these are true.

Chapter Two

Hermione had made Remus move over to the couch so she had more room to "work" while she looked at his wounds.

Remus had no experience in the medical field, so he was grateful to Hermione- the brightest witch and muggleborn of her age- for doing this for him.

At the moment, however, Remus was uncomfortable.

Hermione stood beside him, wrapping a new, clean white bandage around his shoulder and arm. This didn't make him uncomfortable. What did was the fact that he was now shirtless.

Remus could tell Hermione was uncomfortable as well. She was blushing furiously, her eyes pointedly fixed on his arm. She was chewing on her bottom lip, and she was unnaturally still.

"Sorry," he said, breaking the awkward silence that had once again formed.

"For what?" She asked, still not looking at him.

"Sorry if I'm making you uncomfortable."

She blushed harder and scratched behind her ear, something she did when she was nervous.

"It's alright," she said. "Besides, it's necessary, isn't it?"

He nodded, and she finally looked at him, offering him a small smile.

"Your arm's done," she said, stepping away and folding her arms.

"Thank you," he whispered.

She smiled again and nodded.

"It should be completely healed within a week. It's a shame Madame Pompfrey was out of the supplies she needed to properly heal you."

He chuckled.

"I'm not surprised," he said. "The first years this year are... well, let's just say they're a bit accident-prone."

She laughed, and Remus grinned. She sat down next to him on the couch, and he was once more reminded that he was topless.

They sat in silence for a moment, until Remus broke it by asking a question.

"Have you ever considered teaching at Hogwarts?"

Remus had recently begun teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts. Hermione shook her head.

"No," she said. "I've always felt my calling has something to do with writing. I'm working on a novel right now, about the adventures that Harry, Ron, and I had while we were at Hogwarts."

Remus looked at her and nodded.

"I've always imagined you becoming a Transfiguration teacher."

She raised an eyebrow.

"Really?"

He nodded again, looking deep into her chocolate eyes.

"You are an amazing witch. You have everything it takes to be the next McGonnagall."

"Really?" She asked again. "And what exactly does that take?"

He smiled.

"Well, you're strong. Smart, too. Confident, extremely talented, and..." he paused. "Beautiful."

Her eyes widened, and her lips parted in surprise.

Remus felt his cheeks grow warm. Had he really just said that? Hermione turned to him, her eyes finding his once more.

"You think I'm beautiful?"

He swallowed. How could he tell her how he felt? What he felt for the woman in front of him was more than love. He didn't have words to describe it, he just new that the only thing he wanted in the world was to take Hermione's face in his hands and kiss her.

"Yes," he said, his voice rough, almost husky.

She scooted closer to him, watching his every move. Her eyes finally moved to his bare chest, to his abs, and then back up to his eyes. He felt her hand press firmly against his chest, right over his heart. His eyes fluttered to her lips, his hands sliding around her torso to grasp her hips.

"Hermione," he whispered.

As soon as her lips pressed against his, his heart exploded. He pulled her against his chest, one hand pressing into the small of her back and the other digging into her long, gingery brown locks. She dug a hand into his hair, moving her lips against his like they had done this a thousand times before. The hand pressed against his chest moved up and down, his skin tingling where she had touched him.

Remus could hardly comprehend what was happening.

He was snogging Hermione Granger.

He was snogging Hermione Granger.

She moaned against his mouth, and he felt her shudder. He kissed her harder, not wanting to let her go. She tasted of toffee.

He moved closer to her and pressed her against the side of the couch. Her hovered over her, one hand cupping her face.

He slowed the kiss, finally pulling way for air, his thumbs rubbing circles into her cheeks. His eyes opened, and so did hers, and he stared into her eyes for a long moment before reality came crashing down once more on his shoulders.

He was a Werewolf.

There was a monster within him.

He was putting her in danger.

They- he- couldn't do this.

He couldn't hurt her.

"I'm so sorry," he said, sitting up.

She continued to stare at him, still slumped against the side of the couch. She looked so vulnerable, just sitting there, her eyes so wide it looked like she was afraid.

"I..."

She cut herself off, not finishing the thought.

"I'm sorry," he repeated. "I didn't mean-"

She shut him up by grabbing him by the shoulders, pulling him back down and smashing his lips against hers. He was shocked, unable to do anything for a moment. And then, the monster within him took control, and he seized her waist once more. Her lips parted, allowing him full access. A low growl escaped his throat, but she didn't seem to hear it.

He felt her hands once more running up and down his chest.

Oh, she was so going to be the death of him.