Remus paced the small room he and Hermione were staying in at Hogwarts. He could no longer smell blood on his mate, which meant she could have sex; he was also a few days away from a full moon. He had had a raging hard on since last night and he didn't want to step outside of the rooms, in fear that he would scare some poor student. He had tried putting on his robes, but even they didn't hide anything. It looked like he stuck a flag pole betwen his legs. He sighed and rubbed his hands on his face. The baby was almost a month old now and she was in a good routine. Calli was the pride of Remus' life and he showed her off to all of his friends. At night, after Hermione fed her, Remus would burp her and then rock her to sleep in his arms. Hermione usually found the two of them asleep in the rocking chair. She would gently take Calli and place her in her crib and then wake Remus. The two of them would sit on the couch and sip hot chocolate and talk. Remus loved those talks. He got to know Hermione all over again and she him. She also learned everything that had happened in this new time. Right now Hermione and Calli were visiting Minerva and Pomona. The teachers at Hogwarts had unofficially adopted Calli as their neice. Even Severus would hold the infant and talk to her, but you would never hear baby talk come out of his mouth; no, he explained the complexities of Wolfsbane and the dangers of mixing dragon's blood with unicorn blood, just as if he were speaking to a potions colleage. The other teachers would tell him that there was no possible way an infant could understand him. Severus would simply say that he could speak to his goddaughter however he wanted. Hermione would smile at the two. Calli was good for everyone. Severus and Lily were her godparents and she had endless aunts, uncles and cousins.

Hermione was enjoying her visit with Minerva and Pomona. Calli was sleeping peacefully in Minerva's arms. One thing that Hermione still wasn't used to after all these weeks was calling the teachers by their first names. She was also completely shocked by Minerva McGonagall, head of Gryffindor and all around the most serious adult Hermione had ever come across, smiling and laughing at her daughters antics. The young girl in question had taken to blowing bubbles and crossing her eyes whenever someone would talk to her, resulting in said person laughing and hugging her closer to them. Hermione was slowly fixing her relationship with Harry, Ron and Ginny. They weren't back to where they had been before, but they were getting there. It was so different for Hermione. Most of her friends from the last while were now adults and so was her lover. Speaking of lovers, Remus was more attentive now than he had ever been. Hermione admitted that her breasts were quite a bit larger after having Calli. Sometimes she wished she could shrink them, but that was too dangerous to do when she was still feeding Calli. She had spoken to Madame Pomfrey and when Calli was weaned, she would go and see the mediwitch about getting reduced. Remus seemed to like them though. Each time she exposed herself to him whether on purpose or accident he would growl. She looked up to the clock and noticed it would soon be dinner. She politely excused herself and took Calli and headed back to their rooms. She fed the girl and changed her. She wanted to wash up and placed the infant on a blanket on the bedroom floor and went into the washroom. She left the door wide open and stepped into the shower. After a five minute scrub down she stepped out and wrapped a towel around her waist. She ran into the sitting room just in time to find Remus coming into the room with Sirius. She yelped and ran into the bedroom and loudly shut the door. Sirius looked amused and turned to Remus.

"No wonder you never want to come out of your rooms, Moony. If I had a witch that looked like that I would never leave my bed!"

"You had better be making a really big joke, Padfoot, or you may find yourself waking up in a vets office." Sirius did a loud gulp and laughed nervously.

"Of course, I mean I don't know how anyone would notice Hermione's big, lucious,..."

"That is the end of your sentence, right Pads?"

"Was I saying anything? Just ignore me, ramblings you know." Sirius quickly left and headed down to the Great Hall for dinner. Remus watched as Hermione came out of the room dressed and Calli on her hip.

"Ready to go?"

"Yes, did he see anything?"

"Not a thing."

"Oh Merlin, that means he saw everything."

"Only what the towel wasn't covering and it covered all the essential parts."

Hermione simply nodded and said, "Would you like to see all the parts that were covered?" She walked ahead and left an open mouthed, stunned Remus behind.

Remus woke the next morning, sore and exhausted. Calli had finally taken to sleeping the entire night and he and Hermione had spent the entire evening catching up on the last 20 years of missed sex. Although according to Hermione, they had only covered one year. If this kept up, his thing would fall off from over use; was that even possible for it to fall off? If it was, that would still be a way to go. On his head stone they could write,

Here lies Remus John Lupin,

member of the Mauraders, member of Order of Phoenix, werewolf, father and lover. His life was wrought with hardship and autrocities, but he died from being shagged to death, so he had the best life out of anyone.

1968 - 2006

You Are Forever our Hero

He laughed at an image of Sirius and James toasting a glass of firewhiskey to him and then secretly asking him how he managed to do it for that long and to please impart his knowledge on them. The image faded and he saw Hermione and Calli, all alone and without him, then he saw Sirius lean over to her and whisper something in her ear and she giggles, then dream Sirius wraps an arm around her and they snuggle in together. Remus growled at the image and shook his head. Ther was no way Hermione would go to Sirius, he was too immature for her. He wouldn't let his jealousy cloud his mind. He could still feel their connection and the only thing he ever felt pouring out of Hermione for Sirius was tolerance, like the kind for an older but much more immature brother. When Remus came around, he had to wade through a pea soup fog of lust and love coming from Hermione. Remus knew he would neer have to worry about Hermione going to another guy, but what did he want her to do especially if something were to happen to him? Would he want her to seek someone out, to care for Calli and herself? Would he be able to give them up, even in death? Would he want her to spend her life alone? He shook his head, he would hae plenty of time to ponder those questions later, now he had to get into Hogsmeade for a little shopping.

Little did Remus know, those questions would demand an answer much sooner then he would have ever liked.