The next morning, Hermione was the first one in the common room. She waited for Harry and Ron, they were going to breakfast together. As always, Harry was the first one to come downstairs, Ron always had trouble with getting up.

'Hermione, what are you wearing?' was the first reaction from Harry.

Hermione was wearing a shorter skirt, which showed a very big part of her legs. Her blouse was tighter than usually, so that her figure came out better. The top buttons of it were unbuttoned and her hair was abnormally neat.

'What do you mean?' Hermione asked innocently.

'Come on, why are you dressed like this?'

'Do you like it?' Hermione asked, ignoring Harry's questions.

'I think it is sexy, yes. Maybe a little bit too sexy, but it suits you,' Harry said honestly.

'Then what is the problem?' Hermione said.

'Nothing, you just look so… different. And I was wondering why,' Harry tried again.

'Because I felt like it.'

'Is it to impress your crush?' Harry teased.

'Maybe. Do you think it would work?' Hermione asked.

'Depends on who it is, but you are refusing to tell me,' Harry said.

'Harry, stop being so nosy! It is none of your business and when I want to wear this, then I am wearing this,' Hermione said.

'Okay, okay, I just wanted…'

But Harry never got the chance to say what he wanted, because Ron came downstairs with a sleepy look on his face. He didn't seem to notice the chance in Hermione's clothes at all. Not that Harry or Hermione were expecting him to. Knowing Ron, he wouldn't even notice when Hermione was wearing a house-elf sleeve.

'Morning, Harry, 'Mione,' Ron said.

'Morning,' Harry and Hermione answered and they went down for breakfast.

In the afternoon, during Defense Against the Dark Arts, Hermione noticed that her classmates were also dressed remarkably different. Lavender and Parvati had the same strategy as Hermione, seeing their clothes. Sophie was wearing more make-up than she usually did. Of course professor Lupin had noticed this change in his students, but he didn't say anything, he only raised one eyebrow when he saw the girls.

The lesson was very interesting, they all had to fight a boggart. Parvati tried to faint indeed when she had to face her worst fear, but Lupin didn't fall for that. Of course he didn't, he was smarter than that. He saw that she was perfectly fine and all Parvati got was a scolding for disturbing the lesson.

Lavender also tried to get some attention from the professor, and it went well, until she started a fight with Sophie. That fight was about the professor, of course, but he didn't know that.

'You bitch! You are so selfish!' Sophie cried and she hit Lavender with a book.

'I am not! You are going to pay for that!' Lavender shouted back and she slammed her fist in Sophie's face, which caused a bleeding nose.

'You are pathetic! I can't believe I ever considered you as a friend!' Sophie yelled as she grabbed Lavender's hair.

'Why are you so jealous? You are unbelievable!' Lavender punched Sophie in the stomach. The two were now on the ground, swearing at each other.

'ENOUGH!' Lupin shouted and the girls stopped immediately. 'What do you think you are doing? Thirty points from Gryffindor! Don't let me see you in a fight ever again, or you will be in much more trouble. Now get out of this class and inform professor McGonagall.'

'I am sorry, sir, please don't…' Lavender tried, but Lupin didn't want to hear it.

'Get out, Miss Brown, now. Don't make me say it again,' Lupin repeated and his voice became a little bit less friendly.

Sophie and Lavender nodded and went both out. Hermione smiled in herself. The others had failed and now she had no competition at all. She looked at professor Lupin, who was still a bit angry. Not that Hermione minded, she loved it when he was angry. It gave him a sort of dominant look.

'That was it for today, I'll see you again on Friday,' Lupin said at the end of the lesson and the students grabbed their bags and headed towards the door.

Hermione, however, stayed in the classroom again. Even Parvati left as soon as possible, probably still embarrassed by her actions.

'Professor?' Hermione asked carefully.

'Yes, Miss Granger?' Lupin said, not looking up from his desk.

'I have a question about that assignment from last week,' Hermione said, wondering why her professor wouldn't look at her.

'Oh, and that is?'

'I was wondering if I could have it back, I wanted to bring some other elements in it so I could get a better mark for it,' Hermione said.

'I don't have it for you now, it is in my office. I will give it to you on Friday,' Lupin said. His answer was very short and not that warm, which was not where Hermione was hoping for.

'But, professor, I was hoping that you could give it to me now so that I don't have to think about it anymore,' Hermione said.

Lupin sighed and walked away from his desk.

'Miss Granger, why are you doing this?' he asked, looking out of a window.

'What am I doing, sir?' Hermione asked.

'You know what I am talking about.'

'No, professor, I'm sorry, but I don't.'

'Your clothes, why are you wearing those clothes? What do you want to achieve with this? It is not like I haven't noticed your strange behavior,' Lupin asked, now more softly.

'I… I don't wanted to… I mean… why don't you look at me?' Hermione asked, not knowing what she had to say else.

'I can't. Please, answer my question now,' Lupin demanded and his voice became low.

'I think…' Hermione hesitated for a moment, 'that… I have a crush…'

'I think that you should leave,' Lupin said, not waiting for Hermione to finish her sentence.

'No, professor, I won't leave! You have no idea how this is for me! Please, look at me, you are making me very uncomfortable,' Hermione said frustrated. She wanted that kiss and she was going to get it. Right now and right here.

'No, Miss Granger, get out,' Lupin said and he turned around. Now looking at Hermione. When he looked at her, his heart was filled with desire. She looked beautiful, but it was too dangerous. He couldn't do this. He couldn't let the wolf have his way.

'Professor, why aren't you just calling me Hermione, like you always do? Do I make you nervous?' Hermione asked, coming a little bit closer to the professor.

'Don't do this. I am serious. Now get out before it is too late,' Lupin growled.

'Why? I don't want to leave yet,' Hermione said, still coming closer.

Lupin wondered for how long he could take this.

'Hermione! Get out, or you will regret this!' Lupin said, raising his voice a little bit now. But Hermione took one step closer to him and pressed her lips against his. She was demanding and Lupin felt that the wolf was asking for more. He couldn't control it. He grabbed Hermione with both hands and pressed her against the wall with an enormous strength.

'Run, now. You don't know what you are doing,' Lupin tried one last time, but Hermione was having too much fun. She loved the way he had her pinned against the wall and she loved the kiss. She just wanted one more.

'Come on, one more kiss,' Hermione said, but then she saw something in Lupin's eyes. 'Professor? Your eyes…'

Lupin felt that he couldn't control himself any longer. He had known for a longer time that Hermione was his mate, but he didn't want to bother her with that. Now that she was so persisting, there was no way back for her and he knew that. He just didn't hope that he was going to hurt her.

'You are mine, Hermione. Mine. Do you understand?' Lupin asked with a dominant voice.

'But… Professor, I… Are you?' Hermione stuttered, she saw the yellow eyes of her teacher. She had read something about that. He was a werewolf. She had been so stupid, God knows what he was going to do know.

'I've asked you something,' Lupin said again with a soft growl.

'Y-yes, I understand,' Hermione managed to say, not knowing what she had to say else. She had read about this as well. It seemed that her professor wanted to lay claim on her and that he considered her as his mate. Of course, she wanted him still, but she was not prepared for this.

Lupin pressed Hermione stronger against the wall, closing the gap between them. He pressed his lips against her once more, now more demanding and rough. His hands pressed painfully against Hermione's shoulders, which made her wince. She tried to get his hands off her, without success.

'No, you can't go back. I will have you. You are mine and no one else's,' Lupin growled against her lips. He suddenly lifted her up and lay her down on the desk, with surprisingly much softness.

'Please, professor…' Hermione began.

'No, call me Remus, I am yours after all,' Lupin said, kissing her once again.

'Remus, I don't think I can…' Hermione started again, only to be interrupted.

'Then why are you dressed like this? You can't deny, you want me as well, I can smell you. I've told you that there is no way back. I've warned you. Now I can't let you go,' Remus said in her ear. Hermione felt his breath against her skin and she did enjoy it, she couldn't deny that. But still, he was her teacher. But whatever she tried to say, Remus didn't let go of her. He didn't stop. And Hermione really didn't mind.