Remus relished the feeling of her tiny body pressed against his back and she clung to him as if for dear life as they swooped through the sky on his broomstick, he tilted the broom down so they could land and she squealed and buried her face in the fabric of his robes, he grip around his waist tightening still. Despite the freezing night air, he felt his cheeks flush and was suddenly extremely warm under his thin shirt and robes.

They landed to the earth with a thud and Remus managed to dismount gracefully while Hermione was unaware how close to the floor they were and she tumbled off the broom and expected to yelp in pain .. but the floor was soft and grainy, they had landed on sand.
Remus offered out his hand to help her onto her feet and he pulled her up with one arm.
"Remus .. May I ask, where are we?"
"At my cottage. We're in Norfolk, but unlike Bill and Fleur, my cottage is on the beach. Well .. To be honest, it's not really a cottage. It's a converted cave. Come, you'll see"
Hermione's brain was reeling. Lupin swung her trunk over his shoulder and she carried his broomstick and they wandered off into the dark.
After about five minutes, Lupin waved his wand silently. Hermione gasped at what she saw.
There was a huge white rock face, with what looked like half a country cottage poking out of it's face. It looked as though it had been constructed out of huge pieces of drift wood, laid horizontally on one another, huge slabs of old railways covered in wild flowers and splatterings of shells here and there, There was a path created out of thousands of tiny stones which crunched pleasantly under the sand. Surrounding the path were huge candles that flickered and never went out, despite the breeze. It was the most magical thing Hermione had ever seen.
"Oh Remus, " she breathed, "It's remarkable!"
"I'm pleased you approve Hermione. It's my favourite place in the world" he smiled softly and gestured that they should go inside.

Remus floated Hermione's trunk up the rickety wooden stairs whilst Hermione stood in the door way and gazed in awe of Lupin's beautiful home.

The inside was covered in photographs. Photographs of Lupin as a boy, countless ones of the Marauders, The Order, some people that Hermione couldn't name, some of Harry, The Weasley's and Hermione even spotted herself in a few of them. There was one of her, Ron and Harry in their third year with a towering Hogwarts in the background.
There were canles everywhere, which ignited with a simple flick of Lupin's wand. The entire place was bathed in golden light and it was incredibly warming. She grinned at Lupin.
The ceilings were draped in holly, mistletoe, ivy and twinkling fairy lights.
"You did all this?" she whispered softly. Lupin took her cloak from her shoulders and hung it on the back of the door. He nodded gently. Hermione sighed happily.

"I think this is going to be such a lovely Christmas"

Remus sat in his favourite armchair. Sleepily flicking through the newspaper and nursing a huge mug of hot chocolate. Hermione was laying on the love seat opposite in her pyjamas. Apparently, an over-sized white and blue stripey shirt that dangled just above her knees, now counted as suitable nightwear. Remus had to keep tearing his eyes away from her lovely, long shapely legs and concentrate on an article about Goblin's latest complaint on the wizard world.
Hermione was engrossed in the book he had given her earlier that day.
Remus felt a glowing inside his chest that she was so comfortable in his company to simply sit in her pyjamas and read. He watched as her eyelids began to droop and she yawned widely. She put the book down on her chest and took a sip of hot chocolate. She placed it down on the floor and her eyes fluttered wildly, until the shut completely. Her head began to sag until it was resting in the pillow beside her and the steady rise and fall of her chest told him that she'd fallen asleep.
He smiled softly to himself, wondering if it would be best to simply cover her in a quilt or carry her upstairs. Carrying her up to bed was tempting.. But he stopped himself because he knew it was only because it was an excuse to hold her. But she did look absolutely adorable, spread over his sofa, her lovely legs poking out from her shirt, the buttons straining slightly as her breasts rose and fell underneath the blue and white stripes. He was desperate to scoop her up in hi s arms and take her to bed .. but not her own and discover just what was underneath those shiny white buttons. To feel her curls fall through his fingers and his kissed her tenderly and lay her down, her curls then fanning out on his pillow, like a curly golden brown halo ... Then he frowned at himself.
"Remus. That is not why she agreed to come here. She came because she has to stop thinking about Ron. She wasn't over Ron. She was heartbroken.
She didn't come on holiday to stared at by men nearly 20 years older than her who could think of nothing more than ripping her clothes from her body and ravishing her where she lay ..
"Hush Moony..." he whispered to the wolf in himself.
He fetched a spare quilt from the airing cupboard and laid it over her body carefully. Hermione immediately huddled into it and she mumbled something in her sleep.
Remus was about to walk away ...
But he couldn't help but gently cup her face and let his fingers dance up into her hair.. she mumbled again and she he snatched his hand away. His wolf hearing heard her ramblings.
But he still second guessed himself.
"Good night sweetheart" that's what she had said.
Sweetheart
Sweetheart
Sweetheart ...