It was a long while before Remus woke up and Hermione had just about pulled all her hair out as the nerves and anxiousness tore her apart. She needed to know what Remus wanted. She needed to know what was going to happen to the 'us' that they had created and the love that they shared. She hoped that their connection would transcend time and but Hermione had always been one to doubt herself, so doubt she did.
"Hermione, love; you need to stop pacing or I'm going to clobber you over the head." Sirius told her as he watched her over a cup of tea in the kitchen.
"Ugh! Why is it taking so fucking long?" She growled and Harry, who was also watching the spectacle , spat out his tea in shock. He had never heard Hermione swear like that before.
"When did you get so bloody violent?" He asked the woman as she picked up a plate and threw it against the wall in frustration.
"When I turned into a werewolf." She growled at him, eyes glowing a bright gold.
"I'm going up there." She told them, before storming out of the kitchen and up the stairs.
"Shit." The two said, before quickly hurrying after her.
Hermione was about to lose control, but as soon as she got onto the landing for Remus's room, she saw that he was just opening his bedroom door. She froze in her tracks, just staring at him, not daring to move in case he rejected her on sight. Soon enough he had seen her too. Remus leaned against his door frame, a frown marring his handsome scarred face as he looked at her. He remembered all right, and Hermione couldn't tell if he thought it was good or bad.
"Please say something." She begged him, vaguely aware of Sirius and Harry watching the confrontation from the stairs, enraptured.
"Why did you leave?" He asked her and Hermione's heart started to crumble.
"I had no choice. I wasn't meant to be there." She told him, willing him to see that she was telling the truth, that it wasn't her fault.
"Did you even want to stay?" He asked, sounding hurt and sad. Hermione rushed over to him and placed her hands either side of his face, making him look her in the eyes.
"Of course I did you idiot. Don't you remember that day I came running down to the Quidditch field a sobbing mess to say goodbye? It tore me apart to leave you; not to save you from all the horrible things that were about to happen." She told him. Remus leaned down and rested his forehead against hers and Hermione felt herself calm down.
"Why would Dumbledore take away my memories of you?" He asked. Hermione heard Sirius let out a string of curse words at the mention of the old fools name.
"He was desperate to kill Voldemort and I had what he needed to do it. When he couldn't have that, he didn't want anyone to. He wanted you focused and you couldn't be with a missing girlfriend." She said and he contemplated this for a moment.
"He should be glad he's dead." Remus said and Hermione smiled at the similar response.
"What do you want to do now?" She asked him and he looked at her intensely.
"Do you still feel the same way for me, as an old man?" He asked her, jokingly and Hermione's heart skipped a beat.
"I need you." She said and then his lips were on hers, smothering her with love and she melted into him. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he wrapped his around her waist, lifting her off her feet and spinning her around as his happiness overwhelmed him. They pulled apart, beaming at each other, completely content in each other's arms.
This was where she was meant to be.