(Someone asked when Hermione's birthday was. In all honesty I have no idea and don't feel like looking it up! So, considering this is already as A/U as it can get, I'm going to go ahead and create Hermione's birthday. It's July 2nd. Mmkay? Mmkay! Remus' was February 14th. He is sixteen. Hermione will turn sixteen on the 2nd of July, coming into her fifth year. Yes, I'm aware that they're supposed to be fifteen in their fifth year, yet I somehow made up reasons for them to be sixteen. K? K! Happy reading!)

Chapter 10

There were two things Hermione loved most in her world. One: Magic. Two: Sex. The second of those two things was still extremely new to Hermione's vocabulary, and so she made sure not to let it take over her life. She went to such an extreme that she'd had Remus panting behind her for two weeks.

The young werewolf had tried every tactic thinkable to coax Hermione into the bedroom, yet nothing had worked as of late. He sulked around, therefore, and brought a metaphorical storm cloud over his head wherever he went.

"What's the matter with you?" Lily poked Remus in the side that rainy Friday morning, a smirk playing at her lips.

"Nothing," he snapped, chomping into his piece of buttered toast.

Hermione snickered and leaned over to whisper in Lily's ear, "I'm holding out on him."

Lily giggled furiously, "Remus, it really isn't all that bad to wait."

"No! We already have... You know," Remus went pink in the face and forced the rest of his toast into his mouth.

"Oh. Well, Hermione, that's just mean," Lily said in a mocking voice, winking obviously at her best friend. The girls giggled quietly at Remus' expense before serving themselves breakfast.

"Ha ha, very funny. Laugh at the poor bloke," James glared, "It's different for blokes than for girls."

"How so, James?" Lily dropped her muffin onto her plate and snapped her head around to sneer at her boyfriend.

He quickly hunkered down, mumbling something that sounded like an apology. The group returned to their breakfast, not speaking another word.

The rest of the day moved on smoothly, each student busy packing their things, ready for the Hogwarts Express. Hermione and Remus were two of the only six students staying at the castle over the summer, and they were the only Gryffindors that weren't going home. This brought joy to Remus, hoping that once they were finally alone he'd have a chance to get Hermione in the sack.

Monday morning came and still no submission from Hermione. Remus finally cornered her in the common room, fire in his eyes, "Do you not find me attractive?"

Hermione gaped, "Wha- huh?"

"I've been trying to bed you for nearly a month now and you avoid me like the plague," he growled.

She swallowed hard, noting his stance. He had her pinned to a wall, his arms at either side of her head. Suddenly, she leaned up and smothered him with a passionate kiss. The two stripped in seconds and Remus nearly let out a scream of joy once he'd found his way inside her again.

These escapades continued nearly daily for two weeks until finally, Hermione cut him off, "Remus.. I don't want to get knocked up."

"Don't you take a contraceptive?" He asked in shock, wondering if Hermione had even heard of such a thing. She seemed to sheltered to him.

"Yes! Of course! I'm just worried," she took a seat next to him on the couch, her head falling gently over onto his shoulder.

"We'll cool it," Remus ran his fingers through her curls, enjoying just sitting with her for once. It was true that they'd been humping more than a pair of rabbits, yet Remus had been enjoying every second of it.

"Remus.. I've been thinking about my life here," she sighed softly, burying her nose into his neck.

He frowned, "What about?"

She nuzzled in deeper, "I'm happy, but I miss everyone at home."

Remus wasn't sure what to say to this. He needed some sort of advice. Yet Lily, everyone's guru, wasn't available, "I wish I could help."

Suddenly, a shocking bright light illuminated the common room. Hermione and Remus both shielded their eyes, curling into each other. Once the light had passed, they unfurled, blinking to adjust their vision. Before them stood Remus' older self.

"Professor Lupin!" Hermione jumped off the couch and ran to embrace the older man before realizing that he and his younger self were one in the same. She hopped back and coughed, blushing horridly, "Oh. Sorry."

Remus chuckled, "No, no. No reason to apologize, Hermione," he patted her lovingly on the head and glanced down at his younger self, "Are we behaving?"

"Yeah," the younger Remus went white, examining himself as an adult.

"Good. Hermione, we have something to discuss," Remus pulled her onto the couch, wanting so desperately to jerk her into a romantic embrace. Yet he couldn't. She was not even sixteen.

"What is it?" Hermione curled up next to the younger Remus, staring at her old professor in wonder.

"You have to wake up," he smiled warmly.

"What? That makes no sense. I'm not asleep," she furrowed her brow.

"Wake up, Hermione," he stroked her cheek, leaning down to kiss her forehead.

"Professor, I'm awake!" She was getting angry.

"Wake up!"

Hermione popped open her eyes to Remus standing over her, shaking her shoulders.

"You were having some sort of nightmare," Remus sat next to her.

"No. I was dreaming. And I rather liked it," she punched him in the arm playfully and sat up, stretching.

The rain was pouring outside, lightning brightening up the sky. So her old professor hadn't come to visit. It was a dream. She shook her head in confusion, "When did I fall asleep?"

"We were talking. You said that you were thinking about your life here and then you just fell out," Remus informed her with a frown.

She sighed and wiggled off the couch, stretching more thoroughly with her feet planted firmly on the floor. Now she wondered what the dream meant. Was the older Remus trying to reach her somehow? No. It was just a dream. She dismissed it with a smile and turned back to her Remus.

"We have a long summer ahead of us."

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July 2nd came quickly, bringing with it Hermione's birthday. She knew from the way Remus had been sneaking around that he was planning something. She hopped out of the bed, showered, brushed her teeth, and dressed in record time, unsure of when he'd surprise her.

As she jogged down the stairs to the common room she spotted something out of the ordinary. The entire room looked different, yet familiar. She noticed two people sitting on the couch next to Remus.

"G'morning!" Lily grinned and jumped up to come hug her best friend. Hermione beamed and laughed.

"Hey! What a surprise!" She squeezed Lily back.

James stood and gave a little wave. Hermione returned it. Although she didn't really care for James, he was still a nice person, and after all he was Lily's boyfriend. She had to at least try to be polite.

Remus pulled her down on his lap and left a long kiss on her lips, "We have presents for you."

Hermione grinned and reddened, "Oh, you didn't have to do that."

Remus nodded and handed her a little box. Inside was the most beautiful blue-beaded bracelet with HG and RL etched on a little silver piece. She grinned and showered him with kisses after slipping it on.

Lily handed her a big box. As Hermione unwrapped it she nearly sobbed out loud. It was a picture of the group, Hermione, Remus, James, Sirius, Lily, and in the very far left corner, half of Peter. Hermione laughed and clutched it to her chest.

James handed her an unwrapped cloak. Hermione gasped, recognizing it immediately as the invisibility cloak Harry had in her time. Now she knew she had to give it to him and sign as his father. She hugged the three in a bone-breaking squeeze, muttering her love and thanks.

"I don't know what I'd do without good friends."

(Okay, so I know it isn't very eventful at the moment, but Chapter 11 is full of action. Please review!)