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Rated M for profanity and mild lemons in later chapters.

Thanks to Molly for editing the first six chapters and Messer-Moony-sezs-awhoo for the remaining 19. Also thanks to all of you who have read and reviewed my story so far.

Chapter Three

The Best Detention Ever!

HPOV

I never thought I would be excited about having detention. Ron and Harry felt horribly for me when I told them, but I reassured them that I deserved it, and I did. At dinner I watched him intently. His gaze kept darting between me and then-for some reason-back to professor Snape, who spent most of his meal talking with the Muggle Studies teacher.

I decided to change into something a little more…noticeable, before detention. I put on a pair of tighter fitting jeans and a purple top. I've been told I took good in purple. Because the castle can get quite cold I slipped on my Gryffindor school cloak and headed for his office. I took a deep, calming breath before knocking.

"Come in." I opened the door, stepped in and closing it softly behind me, began walking slowly over to his desk where he sat. He did not look happy; in fact he looked incredibly disappointed.

"Please have a seat Miss. Granger." He motioned to the chair across from him, which I quickly sat in. "Do you want to explain this to me?" He said putting my exam from earlier that day in front of me.

"I believe it speaks for itself, sir." I continued to be defiant.

"You don't really believe my exam is Hippogriff shit, do you?"

Sighing, I replied, "of course not."

"Then why did you write this."

"So I could talk to you…alone." I gave him a small smile. He did not seem pleased with my antics.

"Miss Granger, we discussed this. I-"

"We did not discuss anything," I stated a little louder than intended. "You have been ignoring me Remus."

"We are simply going on with our lives Miss Granger."

I rolled my eyes, "Come on Remus, this is ridiculous. I like you and you like me. I don't see the problem."

"You don't? Then I shall point it out to you." Remus put the palms of his hands on his desk and leaned across it. "First of all I am twenty years older than you, second I am your teacher, third of all I am a bloody werewolf and fourth you deserve some one better."

"Now, that is a load of Hippogriff shit!" I exclaimed from my seat.

"Excuse me?"

"First of all Remus, I don't care about your age, my parents are fifteen years apart in age and they have been happily married for twenty-five years now. Secondly, so what if you are my teacher, there is no rule against dating a student as long as they are of age. Third I know you're a werewolf and I don't care. I would brew Wolfsbane for you every fucking day if I had to, and third I don't want anyone else, I want you!" At this point I was yelling. My breathing was fast and heavy. I had never talked to a teacher like that in my life.

He looked completely taken aback.

I watched him as he came around his desk towards me. He put his hands on either side of my shoulders and looked deep into my eyes. "Hermione, are you sure you want this?"

"More than I have ever wanted anything." There was a brief pause where we both just stared into each other's eyes. He was looking at me so intently as if he was trying to read my mind. I wished he would, than he would truly know how I felt about him. Suddenly, he hugged me. His strong arms wrapped tightly around me. I happily returned the hug, placing my head on his shoulder.

We just stood there for a good five minutes before his words brought me back to reality.

"You know you do still have to serve detention, don't you?"

"Oh, of course, what would you like me to do?"

Remus went back around to his desk and handed me a copy of the exam. "I do not desire to give you a 0, please retake it". I smiled and happily took the exam. Within twenty minutes I was done. I handed him back the exam and grabbed my bag to leave when he stopped me. Placing a hand on my shoulder…

RPOV

"There is one more thing before you go." In the midst of everything, I had almost forgotten to ask about the incident in Snape's class.

"Yes?" She smiled up at me. Merlin I love that smile.

"Professor Snape mentioned you had some difficulties in his class this morning".

She rolled her eyes. I wanted to laugh; it was so not a normal Hermione gesture. But instead I tried to maintain my professional decorum.

"That is disrespectful Miss Granger." Just because we were a couple did not mean I wanted her to get the impression she could disrespect the other teacher's authority, or mine for that matter.

"Sorry. Um, well actually, Ron messed with my potion. I think he's still angry at me for not agreeing to date him again."

"Why didn't you tell professor Snape that?"

Hermione sighed before explaining, "I didn't think he would believe me. He never has before."

I knew-of course-that she was right, at least about him not believing her before. He never took the word of a Gryffindor. At least before the end of war and before a certain Muggle studies teacher came into his life.

"If something like that happens again, just tell the truth." She nodded, though I could see in her eyes she doubted it would do any good.

And then, for a moment she just stood there staring at me, like she was waiting for me to say something or do something. Should I? Why not? Your dating her you idiot, kiss the girl!

I leaned in placed a soft kiss on her cheek. She smiled and returned the favor. "I'll see you in the morning Remus." And then she left.

I sat down at my desk grinning like a love struck teenager. Wait. Did I just say love? I did. Did I mean it? Lord, I'm losing my senses. I like her I won't deny that, but love. Then again, I've never been in love before, I have never felt for a woman the way I feel for Hermione. Merlin, I am in love.

HPOV

Harry and Ron were surprised when I told them all I had to do for detention was retake my exam.

"Man, you got off lucky." Ron said.

"I guess. Ron." I decided to confront him about the potions accident. "Did you mess with my potion this morning?"

He denied it of course, but I could tell he was lying. He was a horrible liar. "You prat, you could have really hurt someone."

"Oh please Hermione. You don't care about that, you're just angry because you got a 0 for the day."

That was it, I was tired of his immature pranks. If he wanted to act like a first year, then I will sink to his level. I pulled back my arm, balled my fingers into a fist and punched him in the face, just like I did Malfoy, in my third year. He grabbed his nose, which was bleeding profusely.

"Damn it Hermione!" He yelled.

"You know what Ron. I don't think I can handle being your friend anymore." And with that I stormed up to my room.

At breakfast the next morning I mostly watched Remus eat, although I tried not to be too obvious. My daydreaming of once again holding the wolf in my arms was interrupted by the sound of my name. Not by one of my friends, but by the deputy headmistress.

"Good morning professor McGonagall." I smiled. She however did not look happy. "Is something wrong?" I asked.

"Please follow me." So I did, directly to her office.

"Professor, what is going on?" I asked her sitting down in a chair opposite her desk.

"Is it true you punched Mr. Weasley?" She asked, looming over me like a dark, heavy, rain cloud.

He had ratted on me. The git!

"Yes. I was provoked." I stated simply, crossing my arms firmly over my chest.

"Oh, please explain." She crossed her arms and glared down at me.

So I did, concerning what he did to my potion and what he said when I confronted him.

"I can understand why you are angry, however," oh no, the rain cloud in about to burst, "you should not have succumb to violent actions, especially against a boy who is supposedly your best friend."

"I know professor. It was very immature of me I assure you it will not happen again."

"I know it won't, because you will be serving detention because of it." Looks like the raincloud just turned into a storm.

"What!" That was completely unfair. All the times I covered for that little snot and then I go and do one little thing wrong and not only does he rats on me, I get detention.

"I have to say Miss Granger I am very disappointed in your actions as of recent."

What was she talking about? I'm a goodie-two-shoe. I never do anything wrong. I am the embodiment of the perfect student.

"What else have I done exactly?" I pressed her.

"You're detention with Professor Lupin to start." She rolled her eyes after saying that. "Also giving up your prefect badge."

"Why would giving up my prefect badge have anything to do with my behavior?"

"It's just all very unlike you." My favorite professor sighed as she pinched the bridge of her nose. She sat down in the chair next to me and gave me a very motherly look. "Hermione, does this have anything to do with Professor Lupin?"

Oh crap. I've been caught, but I couldn't let her know that. "Why would it, professor?" There you go Hermione play it off.

Again she sighed. "I know you are, well, dating him."

My eyes widened. How could she have possibly known that? It's been a day, well officially a day. Had she noticed our glances at each other, or the smiles? Maybe she wasn't positive and was just digging for information.

"He told me." She clarified.

"Oh." That bloody wolf would soon be getting a lecture. Not that we had agreed to keep it secret or anything, but to go and tell the deputy headmistress, what was he thinking?

"Just so you know, I had to fish it out of him."

"And how exactly did you do that?" I asked, my annoyance growing with each passing second.

"Well." She began. "He came to me with the issue of Mr. Weasley and asked that I talk to you about it. When I asked him why he did not do it himself he stated that he thought it inappropriate. When I asked him why, well after several times of asking him why; he stated that he thought it would look like favoritism due to your relationship."

"I see." Oh he is defiantly going to get it.

"I must say I disapprove."

I crossed my arms, restraining myself from glaring. "And whys that, his age?"

"To start with, yes."

"No offence Professor, but Remus and I have already had this discussion, and we feel that our feelings for each other outweigh any concerns we may have."

"He said the same thing," she admitted.

"Then you know how we stand."

"Yes, well, you still have a detention to serve."

"Alright. When and where?

"Professor Snape's office, tonight 7 pm."

"Very well," I grabbed my bag and quickly headed toward the door.

"Miss Granger."

I turned to face her, the look of annoyance on my face still very apparent.

"Why did you give up your prefect status?"

I shrugged and then asked her. "Why was I not made Head Girl?" With that I turned and left.

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