Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter…but I sure would like a piece of Mooney.

Rated M for profanity and some mild lemons in later chapters.

Hello all, this story is written from the POV of both Hermione and Remus who are the main pairing. This story has been edited since its original version. Thanks to Molly for editing the first six chapters and Messer-Moony-sezs-awhoo for the remaining 19.

Chapter 6

Meet the Parents

HPOV

Making our way through the barrier we were quickly greeted by my parents "Mum!" I ran to my mother hugging her tightly. I had truly missed her.

"Hello sweetie," she said, returning my hug. "Gosh you get more beautiful every time I see you." I blushed at the compliment.

"Now where's my hug?" my father asked, opening his arms.

"Hi daddy," he hugged me tightly, but quickly let me go. I then went over to Remus, taking his hand in mine.

"Mum, dad," I said smiling up at Remus and then up at my parents. "This is Remus Lupin."

"It's a pleasure to meet you both." He said shaking my father's hand first and then my mothers. My mum looked overjoyed that I had found a responsible, stable, well-mannered boyfriend. Meanwhile, my father looked skeptical, as he always did when I brought home a boy, which really wasn't that often.

We quickly headed to the car. Remus loaded his things into the trunk and then together we sat in the back seat. It was so adorable; he looked curiously around our BMW. I had to wonder if he had ever even been in a car.

"What are all these buttons for?" He whispered pointing to four black buttons just above the door handle.

I laughed. "This one is for the locks." I said point to the first. "These two are for the windows," I said pointing to the middle two, "and this one is to warm the seat."

"Ah." He then pressed the seat warmer, which he quickly reacted to his bottom heating up by moving a little to the right. I couldn't help by laugh.

"Am I that amusing?" He asked me. I could tell he didn't find it nearly as funny as I did.

"Sorry but yes. Have you ever even been in a car?"

"Not since I was a kid, and it didn't have all these contraptions."

"When was that?" I questioned him.

"Well, that's probably a story for another time," he said finally getting the seat warmer to turn off.

"We have a three hour drive you might as well just tell me."

Remus laughed and shook his head. I could tell before he started the story was going to be a good one. "Fine, the summer of our fourth year James, Sirius, Peter and I got together at Peters house to go swimming. His parents had gone out and just happen to leave the keys to his father's truck out where we could get them."

"That was foolish." I laughed having a pretty good idea of where this was going.

"So, James convinced Peter to take it for a joy-ride. James drove, I sat passenger and Peter and Sirius sat in the bed of the truck."

"Where did you all drive to?"

"I'm not sure," he laughed, "but by the time we got back we had run over three mail boxes, two garbage cans and a stop sign."

Not only was I laughing but so were my parents. "Boy son, I bet you got in deep trouble for that stunt," my father said.

"We definitely did, Peter got the worst of it. His mother spanked him in front of all of us. James didn't let him live it down for months". Remus expression suddenly turned to a frown and then looked down at his feet. I had a feeling that telling the story aloud was a sudden reminder that he would never again be able to make memories like that with his friends. After all, he was the last surviving Marauder.

RPOV

When we arrived, Mrs. Granger told Hermione to show me to the guest room. Their home was absolutely beautiful- inside and out. It actually made me feel quite ashamed of my own dwelling. Before heading to the guest room she dropped her things off in her own room. I was surprised by the motif.

"Pink, Mione?" I asked as I gazed around the light pink room trimmed with flower boarders.

"Yes well, it was decorated when I was 9, and since I went off to Hogwarts at 11 and I'm only here for the holidays I didn't really see the point in changing it."

"Ah."

"Come on," she said grabbing my hand, "I show you your room."

We headed one door over into a room just a bit smaller then her own. It was decorated in deep blues and yellows. It had a cozy, warm feeling to it. I placed my bag on the bed and was ready to leave when Hermione shut the door.

"Yes?" I asked with a raised eye brow.

"I would like to kiss my boyfriend," she said walking over to me wrapping her arms around my waist. I wrapped mine around her as well.

"Well, I would be a fool to refuse that offer, wouldn't I?" Then we kissed.

"I love you," she told me, moving my bangs out of my eyes.

"I love you too." I gave her another quick kiss before heading back down stairs.

We sat on the couch and chatted with her parents. They told me a bit about their business, and I responded with a bit about my family and work. The conversation, of course, soon turned to the impending holiday.

"As you can see we purchased a tree," Mr. Granger said pointing an evergreen in the corner of their sitting room. "But we haven't had the chance to decorate."

"We'll take care of that daddy!" Hermione said with a smile. "You know how much I love decorating the tree."

"I do, which is why I saved it for you."

"Oh please," Mrs. Granger said rolling her eyes at her husband. "You just didn't want to take a break from that blasted computer you bought."

"You finally brought a computer?" Hermione asked.

"Yes, and now he won't get off the bloody thing." We all laughed, well except Mr. Granger.

Hermione's family actually reminded me a lot of mine. I too was an only child and being together during the holidays was especially important to them. In fact when I told them I wasn't going to be able to join them for Christmas they were rather upset. When I explained to then why, however, that seemed to help them understand. Plus we will be visiting them for New Year's so they would get to meet Hermione.

I was a little worried about the meeting however. I told them she was a younger than me, but I didn't say how young. I didn't think they would mind, my parents had been bothering me for years about getting married and having children. They loved me, so they didn't really seem to understand why women have such a hard time with my condition. There had only been three serious relationships I had been in where I had told them about my condition. Hermione, Tonks, and a girl I dated while in school named Julie. Julie dumped me the very next day.

Hermione had such a big heart and kind spirit; it was almost like my condition was nonexistent to her. When I brought it up she made it sound like I simply got a cold during that time. She was so wonderful; I don't know what I did to deserve her.

We had a wonderful pasta dinner and then chatted a little more before her parents headed to bed around 10. We went out to her back garden and sat on the porch swing. Hermione laid her head on my shoulder and I stared up into the night sky. The moon was a crescent. There wouldn't be another full moon for over a month.

"Remus?"

"Yes."

"Does it hurt?'

"Does what hurt?"

"When you transform?"

I sighed. I knew she was going to ask me that eventually, and with her kind heart, I knew the answer would bother her.

"Yes, very much." She looked into my eyes; they were filled with a look of sorrow. As if I was sick or dying. "It's okay Monie, I'm used to it."

"Still, you shouldn't have to deal with it. It-it's just not fair." Her eyes began to water.

"Mione don't cry." I wiped away a tear that had fallen to her cheek. "It's really okay. When I'm teaching I don't even have to worry about it because Severus makes the Wolfsbane."

"But during the summer you do and what if Severus stops working or you do? I just-"

"Hermione, stop!" I raised my voice just a little. I know her and she would rant for an hour if I let her.

"I-I'm sorry. I just feel bad for you."

"Please don't. I dislike it when people pity me just as much as when they are afraid of me."

"I'm sorry, you're right. It's just I love you, and I can't stand to see people I love in pain."

"That's because you have the kindest heart of anyone I have ever met." I leaned down and kissed the top of her head. "I am beyond lucky to have you in my life Hermione Granger. Not only have I found a woman who loves me and accepts me for who I am but also someone I can share the deepest parts of my heart with. I never thought I would find my soul mate, but I know I have in you."

She smiled up at me, her brown eyes shining from the still lingering tears. "You-you really think I'm your soul mate?"

"I do."

"Oh Remus…" She pulled me into a hug so tight I caught myself gasping for breath.

HPOV

I dreamed about him all night. We would be walking and talking, sometimes kissing. I woke up in the most cheerful mood. I whistled as I made my way downstairs where I found my mum and dad sitting at the table drinking coffee.

"Good morning," I said pouring myself a cup then sitting down next to them.

"Why are you so happy this morning?" My father asked. I just shrugged.

"Well I have to get to the office." My dad said rising from his chair. He then leaned over and kissed my mum and then hugged me.

"I'll see you in a few hours," my mum told my dad, as she had plans to go into the office late that day. After dad left the house my mum turned to me and gave a curious glance.

"What?"

"I do not believe I have ever seen you this happy this early in the morning."

"I just slept well."

"Humm. Did you sleep well by yourself or did you have company?"

I blushed fiercely. "Mum, please. I wouldn't do that with you two in the same house."

"It's okay dear. I understand passion. I may be you mother but your father and I still-

"Mum, please don't!" I could hardly believe my mum was just about to tell me that they still shag. I knew that, but I didn't want to hear it. "Remus and I aren't at that stage in our relationship yet and if we were, I sure as heck would not go at it with him in my parents' house." I explained.

"Alright, just checking."

Moments later Remus came bouncing down the stairs, he seemed to be in as good of a mood as I was. My mother shook her head and gave me a look as to indicate she did not believe a word I had just told her.

"Well, I have some things to do before work," my mum said rising from her chair. "Enjoy your day you two." She then left Remus and me alone in the kitchen.

"What was that look for?" Remus asked sitting down next to me.

"She thinks we, well, spent the night together."

"Oh. Why?"

"I guess because we are both in really good moods." If I had been totally honest with myself at that moment I probably would have admitted that the idea of sleeping with Remus was becoming more and more tempting.

I looked up and smiled at him as he looked over the muggle paper my father had left on the table.

"Remus?"

"Yes?" He said picking up the paper.

"You still want to open that bookstore, right?" I asked him taking another sip of my coffee.

"Yes, although I haven't had a lot of time to work on the idea."

"Are you planning on selling only wizard books or muggle too?"

"Both."

"You know there's a used book shop a few blocks from here, we could probably get some muggle books pretty cheap."

"Alright," he agreed.

Looking up from his paper our eyes met. I could get so easily lost in that raging blue sea. He grinned before leaning in and kissing me sweetly on the lips. I wasn't satisfied with the simple gesture and pulled him closer once again crashing his lips onto mine. We both rose from our chairs wrapping are arms tightly around each other. I soon found myself against the kitchen wall, my hands rummaging wildly through his sandy brown hair. Remus pushed himself tighter against as he placed his left leg between my thighs. Our breathing was now heavy and deep when suddenly he pulled away.

"What?" I didn't want to stop.

"Not in your parents' home. It would be disrespectful."

"They're not here Remey, they wouldn't know…" I said once again wrapping myself around him, and once again he pulled away.

"Believe me Monie. I want to more than anything, but not in your parents' home."
"Damn it Remus! The one time we have for no chance of interruption and you blow me off!" I stormed out of the kitchen and stomped up the stairs to get ready for the day. I'll admit I over reacted, but for crying out loud we are adults. I shouldn't worry what mummy and daddy think. When I headed back down stairs an hour later I found him in the sitting room looking at old family albums.

"Hi," I said quietly sitting down beside him. Not looking up from the album he simply nodded. "I apologize. That was extremely immature of me. You are right we should not behave in that way in my parents' home. Forgive me?"

Remus finally looked up at me I could see he had been crying. "Remus, what's wrong?" I queried while placing a hand on top of his.

"I am not a teenager Hermione. I don't live in the moment anymore. Perhaps you deserve someone who does."

"Oh please don't start this again." I rolled my eyes. He wasn't really going to go on about our age difference again was he? I thought we were past that.

"Think about it. A boy your own age would have taken full advantage of that moment in the kitchen and what did I do? I had to reason myself out of it."

"You did the proper thing Remus. You were right. Going at it in my parent's kitchen would have been wrong. Fun, but wrong."

Remus gave a small laugh. "But you see, that's the problem, I'm not fun."

"Oh Remus…" I wrapped my arm around his shoulders and pulled him to me. "If we were in your quarters would you have shagged me in your kitchen?"

He laughed, "Yes."

"See, you are fun."

"You are too good for me Hermione," he said placing a sweet kiss on my forehead.

"No, not too good, I would say just right." He smiled and I could tell he was over his bout of self-pity. That was defiantly something I had to work on him with. "I love you, you silly wolf."

"I love you too Mione."

RPOV

For some reason she is one of the few who can bring me out of my pity parties. I know I really should have a higher sense self-worth, but life has not been kind to me. Hermione looked through her family album with me, putting stories behind the pictures. She truly did have a wonderful family. We then decided to head to the muggle used book store. We were rummaging through the one pound bin seeing if there was anything worth purchasing.

"Oh, how about this one?" I said holding one up a book on how to put together the engine for a 45 ford truck.

"Oh, definitely- people like Arthur Wesley would love it." I couldn't help but chuckle. I gathered up a few more books, as did Hermione and went to pay for them. As we exited I ran into an unexpected face.

"Narcissa?" Both Hermione and I said simultaneously.

"Mr. Lupin, Miss. Granger. What a surprise." She then looked down at our joined hands and back up at our faces. "A true surprise."

"I didn't think to run into you in a muggle book store Narcissa." I said

"Yes, well behind the muggle shop is an extensive wizarding one," she whispered. Hermione and I were both surprised.

"How do you get into it?" Hermione asked.

"You go past the bathrooms to the last door on the left, say muggle, and you're in."

"Wow. Well, thank you."

"You're welcome, Happy Christmas." She gave an odd sort of smile and then walked into the store.

Back at Hermione's house we went through the books one by one. We even decided to pull a few out for Arthur specifically including on how to put together the engine of a 45 Ford Truck. When her parents came home they- of course- asked us what we were doing. Hermione quickly explained about my idea of opening a book store, Mrs. Granger in particular found it fascinating.

"You know," Mr. Granger said as he cracked his knuckles, "I have at least a dozen boxes full of old books in the garage. You are welcome to go through them if you like."

"That would be wonderful, thank you Mr. Granger."

"No problem, and please Remus call me Dave."

"Okay, thank you Dave." As Hermione and I continued to look through the book we purchased, her parents headed into the kitchen. Now being a werewolf is a curse but it also has an advantage. I had an extremely acute sense of smell, vision and hearing. Unbeknownst to Hermione, I was able to hear their conversation all the way in the kitchen.

"They certainly are a cute couple," Mrs. Granger said. "I believe our daughter has found her match."

"I agree. They are just too perfect for each other." Mr. Granger concurred.

"Most importantly he seems to make her happy."

"Um hum."

"Then why am I worried?" Mrs. Granger asked her husband.

"You probably just don't want your little girl to grow up. You said the same about that Ron boy."

"That was different; they were friends that had just confused their feelings for each other."

I couldn't have agreed with that last statement more. That was what happened between Tonks and me. Sometimes having a simple friendship with the opposite sex could be difficult, especially if they were attractive.

"I think it's different with Remus though," Mrs. Granger added. "I can tell he truly loves her and will protect and care for her. I can see it in his eyes."

"Oh?"

"He looks at her the same way you look at me, Love."

"That settles it then. They are perfect for each other."

So now I knew her parents approved, and that meat a great deal to me. Of course, they still did not know about my condition, but Hermione and I both decided to hold off on telling them.

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