Monday:

Remus,

I hope everything's going alright. I really wish you would let me visit you at night. Seeing you during class just isn't enough. It's good to hear your voice…even if it is about Goblin Rebellions. Some subjects will never be interesting (no matter how sexy the Professor is).

I hope you haven't taken what the witch said to heart. She might have looked like us, but she didn't think like us. Don't eve feel guilty, Remus. I know some of what she told you. I can't speak for the others – although I'm sure they would agree with me – but you are not a burden. Your age, lycanthropy, scars…none of that matters to me Remus. You will have lycanthropy. You will always be older then me. You will always have scars. I know that. I knew that when I agreed to marry you. It doesn't bother me. It never bothered me! So please don't feel guilty. No matter what the witch said, you are always going to be the most brave, most handsome, kind, and intelligent man I've known.

I just wish you'd believe that. Are you okay physically? I know Harry said there would be some aftereffects….no sudden cravings for cake? If you ever need to talk to me, you know where I am.

Love Always,

Hermione

Tuesday:

My dearest Hermione,

I am going quite well, actually. Poppy said my legs would be a bit weak from not being used for so long and I'm afraid she's right. It's nothing for you to worry about. I've been standing and walking around for all my morning classes, it's just by the later ones that I start to tire. One of the disadvantages of muscle dystrophy combined with old age I'm afraid.

I'm sorry the subject isn't interesting enough for you. I also must say, hearing you use sexy and Professor in the same sentence, even when referring to me is a bit strange. I'm sure you have several suggestions about my teaching and I'm sure I would regret asking. I'm sure the rest of the student body would not agree with your definition of "sexy."

As for guilt – I honestly cannot remember what was said after she turned into my father. It was just mindless eating, which was lucky in a way. I saw her turning into you and the others…it just didn't register, or at least I couldn't remember it after awhile. You were right about the side affects – I've been overeating a bit lately. It's inconvenient but nothing more – it's also why you won't find me in the Great Hall for meals for awhile. It's much easier to portion when there aren't plates of food in front of me.

I do hope falling asleep randomly hasn't caused you any trouble.

Remus

Wednesday:

Remus,

I've been falling asleep randomly since Sunday, and Neville stopped sneezing yesterday – to the great relief of the boys dormitory. I expect the side affects linger by how long you were there, so you will have to last another week or more I imagine. I've always said you need to eat more. A few more pounds will not go amiss. Besides, I miss seeing you at meals.

I hope your legs are healing…shouldn't they be improving by now? I'm praying tonight's transformation won't cause any greater harm…although you tend to move much less than Moony. He tends to have a hyperactive side.

As for your accusations, I am shocked. What are you implying about my suggestions? I'm sure a few of the girls would appreciate my ideas. Don't you want your class to be paying attention?

I'll see you tonight!

Love,

Hermione

Waiting in the Shrieking Shack, Remus felt distinctly uncomfortable without his clothes. He felt so huge, standing in the middle of the shack exposed like this. He kept looking down, seeing his big belly in the way, obscuring his feet. He had almost put his clothes back on before he reminded himself he could hardly afford to sacrifice more clothes. Besides, Hermione wasn't due to arrive until after the moon had risen. A new fear suddenly struck him. How would the wolf look with the extra weight?

The moon came to rest in the sky and Remus dropped to the floor with a cry. He would find out…

If that was what the wolf looked like with extra weight, Remus should never consider losing it. Remus would kill her for saying it, but the werewolf just looked adorable. When Hermione had first seen Remus as the wolf, she was terrified. After a few times however, she started looking that the wolf as a bit more of a vicious dog. Mooney was over seven feet tall on his hind legs and up to Hermione's waist when he was on all fours. The werewolf was incredibly strong, but, like Remus, always rather thin although not quite as thin as Remus. The wolf's muscles and thick layer of coarse, grey fur made him seem less gaunt then Remus.

The extra weight – it wasn't all that much – Hermione guessed maybe twenty at most. After all, Remus hadn't gained that much. Hermione had noticed that his face was a little fuller, healthier looking, but she hadn't given it much thought. Critiquing people's appearances wasn't something she did. The wolf just made the weight look much more prominent, and made the wolf look friendlier. The wolf's ridged muscles were less defined, the face less gaunt and skeletal, and the entire picture was brought together by the wolf's little potbelly hanging off its frame. The wolf was standing on all fours, watching Hermione with glowing yellows eyes. He looked a bit more like a wolf/dog hybrid that someone might keep as a pet.

Hermione did her best to avoid completely losing herself with Remus. She had started looking forward to the full moons because it was her only free time with Remus. Her promise not to rush him was gone the second she saw him. Human or not, he was her Remus. Hermione ran forward and wrapped her arms around his neck, burring her face in his fur.

"I miss you. I've been so worried…How's your leg?"

The werewolf just stared at her bemusedly. "Right. I know. I know. You're fine, no need to be concerned."

Remus nuzzled her arm gently in response. She laughed and started scratching his ears.

"You're so cute, Remus."

He lifted his head up, tilted it to the side, and looked at her questioningly. She had said a lot of things as Moony, but "cute" was never one of them.

"I'm sorry! You're just so…you're like a really tall, strong pudgy dog. And you're practically purring."

Remus suddenly growled and backed up to the far wall. She noticed...and Moony was much thinner than he was as a human. Did she know how much he had gained as a human? At times like this, Remus was thankful he couldn't speak. Hermione was rather upset he couldn't.

"What's wrong?"

The wolf refused to look at her. Hermione was confused.

"I'm sorry? What did I…oh. Remus! I'm not calling you fat! You're just so cute like this! I mean normally you're so intimidating…"

Remus huffed, which Hermione figured was the wolf sighing.

"Come here? Please?" He didn't move. "Oh, don't be self-conscious. You're a werewolf, Remus. Wolves don't care how they look."

He pawed the ground nervously.

"You're worried about you as a human?"

The wolf nodded.

"Remus, I hadn't noticed anything. You just looked healthier than usual. You've always been so thin… It must be….twenty pounds at most? If I recall, you did eat three table's worth of cake." When he still refused to move, Hermione started to get annoyed. "Honestly. I could care less about your weight, Remus. It's a few pounds. I haven't slept right in a few nights and I just want to spend one night with my husband, human or not. So if you want to sit in the corner all night, fine. I'm going to sleep."

The bed was torn to shreds and the pillows and blankets were nothing more than scraps. Still, Hermione folded her robe and placed it behind her bed and then lay down on the floor. Remus watched her for a few minutes then – as Hermione predicted – padded over. No matter how uncomfortable he was, Hermione knew he wasn't going to let her be uncomfortable as well. He laid down in front of her and reluctantly let her curl up around her, her head resting on his fuzzy, padded stomach. His paw came up to rest on her back.

As self-conscious as he felt, he couldn't deny how much he missed sleeping next to Hermione, no matter what form. She looked so peaceful, despite the fact she was sleeping on floorboards with a few inches of dust and her pillow was a werewolf.

As grateful as he was for her presence, when Hermione awoke, Remus was nowhere in sight. Her robe was underneath her head and Remus' robe was covering her. He had left.