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Chapter 6

That weekend brought more snow and a long awaited trip to Hogsmeade. Remus and Hermione had barely spoken to each other since he'd asked her on a date for privacy reasons. Every time they were around each other a Marauder would randomly pop up to ruin their alone time.

Hermione didn't mind so much considering she was all nerves. It wasn't so much to do with having a date as it was the person she was about to date. She couldn't imagine how this all would change the future, but she couldn't keep herself from being interested in him. There was something different about Remus, something alluring and beautiful. He was quiet, calm, and intellectually gifted as she was.

Hermione invested all of Saturday morning to her hair and makeup before choosing a particularly snug pair of jeans, an Ozzy t-shirt, and a pair of sparkly purple trainers for her outfit. She threw on her black, zip-up hoodie and snatched her purse before heading down the stairs to the common room.

Lily had taught her how to apply a straightening charm to her hair early that week. Hermione had pulled her new, silky strands up in a high ponytail that reached as far as her mid-back. Her eyes were lined with black and her lips were a pouty, glossy pink. Diamond studs adorned her ears and she had a brand new cartilege piercing to match.

Feeling utterly adorable, the golden haired girl sauntered up behind Remus, tapping him on the shoulder. He immediately dropped his conversation with Sirius and turned to gawk at her.

Sirius went beet red, nearly steaming with jealousy as Hermione gave Remus a flirty smile.

"You look beautiful," Remus swallowed hard, grabbing his satchel, "Are you ready to go?"

Hermione nodded, blushing at the compliment. Remus took her by the hand and started out of the common room.

"Coming, Sirius?" Remus called over his shoulder.

Sirius was still standing stock still, eyes flaming, "You go ahead. I'll catch up," his voice was uneven with bubbling anger.

Remus shrugged, "Suit yourself, mate," and with that he and Hermione were gone.

The walk to Hogsmeade was longer than Hermione remembered. She and Remus stared straight ahead the entire time, completely silent. Everything felt so awkward and new that Hermione wasn't sure what was appropriate and what was not. Remus was feeling the same anxiety, debating whether he should lace his fingers with hers.

Finally he decided he should take her hand. He smiled warmly in response to her awkward giggle as the young couple walked on toward Hogsmeade.

Another ten minutes passed before they reached the little wizarding town. Students, teachers, and other witches and wizards were bustling around the little town. Hermione's eyes fluttered from shop to shop, gazing with wonder at how different and new everything looked.

She happened to spot someone outside of Honeydukes that looked extremely familiar to her. Upon closer examination she realized it was her own mother. Hermione squeaked and froze in place, causing Remus to turn in alarm.

"Is everything okay?" He asked cheerfully.

Hermione swallowed hard and nodded, "One second."

Remus shrugged, confused, and adjusted his satchel, "I'm going to head into Honeydukes for a table. Meet me in there?"

Hermione nodded once more and watched as he walked off. She stared at a twenty-something version of her mother for a while, watching as the young woman charmed plants to sing outside of Honeydukes. Her mother was a witch? She'd never suspected a thing. That would mean that Hermione was not actually a Muggle-born but a half-blooded witch.

She slowly strode up to her mother and smiled softly, "How do you do that?" She asked softly, referring to the charm the older woman was using.

"Oh, it's my own charm," the future Mrs. Granger flicked her wand at a flower, "Tunes."

The flower automatically began to sing along with the others. Hermione grinned, "Wow. I'll have to remember that."

She headed off into the store, almost closing the door when it opened again. Her mother smiled in at her, "What was your name?"

Hermione laughed nervously, "Hermione Evans."

"Hmm.. Hermione. Such a melodical name," the woman smiled brightly before letting Hermione on her way.

A wide grin of wonder was still plastered on Hermione's face as she took a seat across from Remus. His nose was buried in a candy menu at the moment so he didn't notice her presence until she cleared her throat rather loudly.

Remus dropped his menu in surprise, "Oh! Hi," he smiled awkwardly, brushing his hair out of his eyes.

Hermione giggled at him and shook her head, mind still reeling from the new found information that he mother was indeed a witch. Why had she left the wizarding world? Did Mr. Granger know about his wife's past? Hermione decided then to confront her mother as soon as she returned to her own time.

"I'm getting some chocolate turtles and a coffee. What would you like?" He asked, bringing her out of her deep thoughts.

Hermione licked her lips at the thought of sweets. She hadn't had anything high calorie in quite some time, "I think a piece of German chocolate cake might do it."

Remus smiled and hopped up to go order their sweets while Hermione was left to divulge herself in thought. It was only moments later that she was torn out of them again by the aroma of chocolate.

She graciously took the plate Remus had handed her and examined the perfectly constructed dessert.

"Okay. So how do you like classes so far?" Remus stirred creamer and sugar into his coffee. Hermione did the same to her cup of Earl Grey.

"I love everything except Divinations. What a load of complete-"

"Rubbish," Remus finished the sentence for her.

Hermione grinned, "So you think it's garbage too?"

He nodded quickly and took a sip of his coffee before diving into his chocolate frogs. She watched him eat with curiosity. He was the most polite boy she'd ever met.

"What's your favorite class?" She asked him after a large bite of cake.

"History of Magic, no doubt," he smirked, obviously being sarcastic.

"Seriously!" She giggled and playfully pinched his arm.

"Erm... I'd have to say Transfiguration," he stared into her eyes as he spoke, sending shivers down her spine. She loved his eyes. They were simply electrifying.

"I like History of Magic," Hermione murmured, the sheer magic between them flowing through her.

Both had completely neglected their sweets, staring at each other in wonder. There was such chemistry there. Everything felt bright and sharp like lightening.

Hermione blushed as Remus took her hand under the table, squeezing gently. A small smile crept onto her lips as she squeezed back.

BBBBB

"I think I'm falling in love already," Hermione flopped back on her bed, staring at the canopy over her head.

Lily sat across from her on her own bed, hanging posters she'd bought on the walls, "Oh really? Are you sure you aren't just in like?"

"In like what?" Hermione sat up, confused.

Lily set down the poster she was charming onto the wall, "No, in like. It's the milder form of being in love. Easily confused if you've never been in love before."

Hermione nodded, listening to her guru with feigned interest. All she could think about was Remus. He was so adorable, smart, sweet, warm-

"Are you listening?" Lily was all of a sudden standing at the end of Hermione's bed.

"Oh. Yeah," Hermione blushed and smirked up at Lily.

"You're utterly hopeless."

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