AN! This chapter is really short. i'm sooo sorry that it's been soooo long, but i finished school, and then i had graduation, then gradnite, then my b-day, and i have a summer job on top of that. it's just been crazy. i haven't had a day to myself in a few weeks. but finally i found some time to type out this short sad excuse for a reasonable chapter. So, i hope you like it, and i'll get another one out this weekend if it kills me.

Remus blinked sleepily at the light coming through the window.

"Too early…" He mumbled sleepily. "Don't you think?"

Silence followed.

He sat up, confused. After quick observation, he realized that Hermione was not in the room. He stood and muttered, "Hermione? Where'd you go?"

Annoyed at the lack of response he took a quick look in each room and came up empty.

She…left? Weird.

-Usually I'm the one to pull away.- He thought bitterly, fingering the scar on his neck.

He sat on the couch and rested his head in his hands, ruffling his hair roughly, so immersed in his thoughts that he didn't notice the portrait open.

Hermione watched, amused as he seemed to be arguing with himself inwardly. She walked over and set the tray she was carrying down on the table in front of him.

He looked up quickly, raising an eyebrow.

"I thought you'd left."

She simply reached over to the end table next to the couch, picked up a scrap of parchment, and handed it to Remus.

He read it silently

-Remus,

Be back in 15. I've gone to get breakfast. I'm starving!

Hermione-

"Honestly Remus. You must be getting old. I left that not in plain sight."

Remus's jaw dropped, and with werewolf-quick reflexes, reached out and grabbed her around the waist, pulling her onto the couch next to him. She squealed as he mercilessly, leaning and repositioning himself over top of her.

She laughed and jerked around, trying to get away, but finally gave up, shouting, "Uncle! Uncle!"

He relented with his hands, but remained on top of her.

"I am not old." He stated defiantly.

She reached up and moved a tendril of hair that had escaped back behind his ear and said softly, "You're right…you're not."

Their eyes held the others as they each tried to fight off what they were feeling. Remus, knowing in his mind that he didn't deserve her, and Hermione, sure that he didn't want her. Both slowly succumbed to desire in their hearts, drawing closer until their faces were inches apart. Hermione licked her lips, leaning up slightly, trying to close the increasingly small distance.

BANG!

They broke apart quickly, both breathing hard, looking around for what had fallen.

Remus reached down and picked up the book that had fallen off the end table.

-That was too close.- He thought to himself. –I can't afford to let this happen. I need a distraction…-

He reached over to the tray and pulled one plate over to himself, eating the French toast she had brought to avoid talking about what had almost happened.

Hermione sighed and quietly picked up her own plate, cursing whatever force that had toppled that book.

told you it's pathetic. luckily the next one should be slightly longer. wait. it's pretty short too. well, the one after it is more reasonable. i'll try and get those out to you guys. don't be too mad at me!