(Ookay, so I managed to get like two reviews off the last chapter. I thought I'd get more! :O this chapter is a little less Severus oriented but it does have him in it. Questions? Comments? Drop me a review!)

Chapter 22

Remus groaned and rolled over, slamming his hand down on the chirrping alarm clock beside the bed. Hermione was already in the shower, having woken an hour before her husband.

He stood and shuffled slowly into the bathroom, using the loo before slipping into the shower behind Hermione. She smiled and leaned back against him, eyes closed as the hot water cascaded over the couple.

"G'morning," Remus mumbled into her ear.

"Morning," she cooed.

"How was your night?" Remus inquired as he grabbed for the soap.

"Mm... I slept pretty well," Hermione turned to face him while she shampooed her hair.

"I slept like shit," he sighed and scrubbed his face.

"At least it's Friday. We can sleep in tomorrow morning," Hermione kissed his chest.

"Hmm... Unless Aariya and Liam get up at the crack of dawn," Remus groaned.

She laughed softly, "Our children? Never."

"Ha!" He smirked and handed Hermione the conditioner before scrubbing his own scalp.

She giggled as she coated her hair with the lavender scented conditioner, rinsed it out, and stepped out of the shower. She felt around for her wand, "Accio warm towel."

A plush, pink towel flew into her hand and she dried her eyes before wrapping it around herself. Just then, there was a little knock at the door, and in walked Aariya.

"Mummy, are we goin' to the babysitter?" She stared up at Hermione with hopeful, wide eyes.

"Yes, dear. Go get dressed," she smiled warmly.

Aariya skipped off toward the bedroom she shared with her brother. Hermione smirked and turned to a now soaking wet, but clean Remus.

"I'm gonna get dressed and drop them off with Severus," she gave him a swift kiss on the cheek, "Be ready. Today is our first day with the seventh year students."

Remus rolled his eyes, "They'll all have seventh year syndrome. Won't listen to a bloody thing we say."

"Some will," Hermione called from the bedroom.

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"Class," Remus swept through the classroom to the front, scribbling his name on the chalk board, "I am Professor Lupin, not to be confused with my stunning wife, Professor Hermione Lupin," he gained a couple of chuckles, "Now. The ten of you have selected the Care of Magical Creatures class as one of your main courses of study for seventh year. This means that either you signed up for classes too late, or you want to actually care for these creatures as a career."

"I want to care for dragons," a Slytherin girl in the front smiled widely.

"I just forgot to sign up for classes," a Gryffindor grinned sheepishly, twirling one of his curls.

The class roared with laughter, "All right, settle down," Remus smirked, "I'm hoping that you all are serious about this class, no less. Any issues that arise not pertaining to this class will be handled on your own time. I do not wish to play mediator."

"Understood," the class chimed.

Remus gave a satisfied grin, "Turn to page two in your Magical Beasts: Level 7 books, please."

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"My name is Professor Lupin. I expect for you all to call me by this name, even if you know me personally outside of class," she flicked her eyes to a blushing Ginny, "For your first assignment, I would like to hear what career you plan to apply Potions to. If you simply took this class for pleasure, write about why you enjoy Potions."

Ginny raised her hand, "What if your mum made you take Potions?"

There were giggles littered around the room, "Then you write about why your mum made you take the class, Miss Weasley."

"Okay," Ginny grinned and tapped the feather of her quill on her chin.

"Getting back on the subject," Hermione sighed, "I want all of you to know that I am available during school hours and an hour afterward for tutoring, but I do have a family and life of my own. If you need extra help, sign this list here on my desk and I will arrange tutoring for you with either another professor, myself, or a qualified student. If you wish to become a tutor, leave your name on the chalk board after class," she eyed the mixture of Slytherins, Gryffindors, and Ravenclaws. Not one Hufflepuff had chosen the class.

"Shall we start writing?" A Ravenclaw girl asked shyly.

"Yes. Begin. You have an hour. Whatever is left, do for homework," Hermione took a seat behind her desk and set a timer.

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"What is the problem?" Severus stormed into the living room where Liam was attempting to tear a book out of Aariya's grip.

"It isn't him's book!" Aariya squealed, "It's my book!"

"No! Mine!" Liam cried.

Severus snatched the book out of the children's hands, examining the cover, "Actually, it's my book," he sighed, closing the Advanced Potions book and setting it up high where the kids couldn't reach.

Both kids began screaming at an ear piercing pitch, flailing their arms as two tantrums set in. Severus groaned and walked into the other room. Fifteen more minutes and Hermione would come pick up the little devils. Since they'd arrived that morning, both had been evil. All they'd done all day was fight.

"I want my mummy!" Aariya screeched.

"I want your mummy too," Severus mumbled, near tears.

(This was a short chapter. I'm sick as a dog, and my best friend's birthday is tomorrow. Epic fail. Please be patient with me. I'm going to try to update again today, but I might not be able to. Please review.)