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A/N: Hey ya'll thank you so much for reading! I really love it when people tell me they like this story! Please continue reading many twists coming! Enjoy. P.S. Since I am (Regretable) Not J.K.Rowling I own only the plot!

"Hermione stop!" Remus called as he chased her down the lonely corridor. She didn’t stop though, she just continued running, tears blazing down her cheeks. Finally he caught up with her, turning her around to face him. "Hermione listen to me… I like you… I really, REALLY like you," Remus said holding on to the sides of her arms. "And that’s what scares me the most!" He said shaking her lightly. "I barley know you… and yet I have never wanted anyone else so much in my life!" He said brushing her tears away from her cheek.

Hermione remained silent, as if too afraid to speak. His eyes were bearing into her, as if trying to test her. The tears continued to fall, making her feel weaker with every moment that passed. She met his eyes, but their intensity made her turn away from him. He wrapped his arms around her, trying to comfort her, yet nothing worked.

"Hermione… please I want to know how you feel!" Remus said stroking the back of her head lightly.

"I can’t…" was all she could bring herself to say in between sobs.

"Why not, Hermione?" He asked her pulling apart slightly. "I told you how I feel… now why won’t you tell me how you feel?!" Remus asked, his own golden eyes glistening with tears.

"Because it isn’t fair!" Remus felt his heart sink; she must not have felt the same way about him. If it wasn’t for the fact her arms were around him, and he couldn’t resist her no matter how hard he tried, he would have pulled away. "It’s not fair to you… and it’s not fair to me!" She called, heightening his confusion. How was it not fair to her?

"Hermione… just tell me you like me, or you don’t! What ever you do… please just don’t play games with me!" Remus begged, still holding on to her tightly.

"Remus, I can’t tell you how I feel, not when… not when I know nothing good can come from it!" Hermione cried, holding on to the front of his robe.

"What?" He asked, confused. What did she mean nothing good can come from it? His mind was swimming with questions. "Hermione… please just tell me what's on your mind?!" Remus asked, looking into her deep brown eyes.

"Do you like me or not?" He asked slowly.

"Yes," Hermione whispered looking at him with glittering eyes. Remus felt his heart lift as the words fell off her lips. Suddenly she pulled away, ready to run. Yet Remus wouldn’t allow that to happen. He tightened his grip on her arm, pulling her back on to him.

"Hermione, please don’t run from me! Please tell me what's wrong!" Remus begged. Hermione fought with herself. She wanted to tell him she couldn’t love him because she couldn’t stay. Still how could she? Dumbledore told her not to tell a soul she was not form their time, yet now that temptation was greater than ever. Hermione rested her head on Remus’ chest, listening to his steady heartbeat.

"Remus… I’m scared," she said looking up at him with puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks.

"Of what?" He asked in a puzzled voice. What could possibly scare her so much as to feel she couldn’t have feelings for someone?

"Of falling for you," she said looking around, knowing it was too late for fearing this.

"Why?" He asked her looking at her intently.

"Because I know… I know I can’t have you," she said, feeling the sturdy wall she had put around her heart tumbling down.

"Hermione… I like you… I love you and you like me… why can’t you?" he asked puzzled, still holding on to her. Hermione looked up at him once more, feeling the pain of knowing all too soon she must leave stabbing in her heart.

"Remus… you don’t understand," Hermione whispered, leaning her head on his chest once more.

"But I want to," he said, trembling as he felt his composure and self-control slipping away.

"I know you do," she said lifting her eyes to meet his. "But it’s not that simple," Hermione finished, locking eyes with him.

"Hermione… I have never felt anything so close like this for anyone else, and I doubt I ever will," Remus said holding on to her tight. "Please let me in… stop closing me out," he added not knowing she had a very good reason to keep the doors of her heart.

"I can’t…" Hermione started but Remus cut her off.

"All you keep saying is you can’t… Hermione, please… I’m begging you to stop listening to your mind and listen to your heart!" Remus said holding onto her tight.

Finally he decided that if words couldn’t sway her, actions would have to. He swooped down, pressing his lips against hers forcefully. He kissed her with a passion he had never felt before; it was so powerful he felt as if he were going to burst.

Hermione’s heart fluttered in a giddy whirl as she felt Remus’ tongue caressed hers gently. Her mind was screaming for her to pull away, telling her this wasn’t right. Still the Werewolf within her was howling so loudly in triumph she couldn’t hear her own thoughts clearly. She got on to her toes, wrapping her arms around his neck so tightly she worried she might suffocate him. She felt him pull away quickly, only to take a deep breath before diving right back into the kiss.

Remus shivered as she kissed him back, feeling his grip around her waist tighten. Their kiss had started soft and slow, now it had erupted into a rough fit of passion no one could deny. Remus heard her moan into his mouth, only heightening his unquenchable thirst for her. He began feeling light headed, but didn’t know if that was because of the intimate moment they were sharing, or the lack of air.

Finally they pulled away from each other, Remus brushing his lips against hers twice more. "Tell me…" Remus managed while panting for air. "Tell me you felt that?" He begged, feeling the air fill his lungs once more. Hermione looked at him with an undeniably hunger, answering the question for him. Remus looked over her head, turning his neck, yet never letting go.

"What are you looking for?" Hermione asked puzzled.

"Well I’m shocked, by now James usually…"

"Hey guys!" Came that annoying male voice they were beginning to loathe called…

"James…" Remus said, not taking his eyes off of Hermione.

"Yes mate?" He asked a bit worried due to the tone in Remus’ voice.

"No offence Prongs… but… go away!" Remus ordered, touching his forehead to Hermione’s smiling at her fondly.

"Righty-o mate!" James said before gliding off quickly, not wanting to annoy his friend any further.

"He has great timing doesn’t he?" Hermione laughed, looking into Remus’ eyes, feeling her heart racing.

"Yeah…" Remus laughed, taking one hand off her to push his hair back, quickly replacing it. "So… still think you can’t have me?" Remus asked, wanting so desperately to make Hermione his.

Yes, Hermione thought to herself… maybe she could find a way to stay back in time… or ask Dumbledore to not obliviate his memory. "No…" she said quietly, thinking she couldn’t deny her heart of what she wanted so greatly. Remus held her tight to him again fearing that if he let her go she would try to run again. "Remus… what day is it?" Hermione asked a bit nervous.

"The… holy shit, Hermione… run!" Remus said grabbing on to her hand and pulling her out of Hogwarts onto the grounds. Hermione felt her skin tingle as they ran threw the passage under the Whomping Willow. She looked up at Remus, whose face was beginning to be covered in thick, blonde hairs. She looked at her hands; her nails were growing into claws as they reached the shack. Once they were both safe inside they began to laugh, until the pain came. Hermione grabbed on to Remus, feeling the similar feeling of her skin ripping open again.

“I love you, Hermione,” Remus murmured before he began to transform and howl at the silvery, full-moon.

"I love you too, Remus," was the last thing she remembered saying before once again, everything went black.

Remus’ eyes slowly fluttered open as the sun light poured into the room. He looked to his left, finding a girl with bushy brown hair only a few feet to the left of him. He smiled, as he looked her over. Her back was to him, and her bottom was covered with what looked like a small maroon rag. "So… this is what is so different about Hermione," Remus heard Sirius say as he sat on the couch.

"Guys!" Remus said worried, not knowing if Hermione wanted them to know yet. His eyes shifted around the room.

"Don’t worry mate, we covered her up before she changed," Peter said blushing as he looked at Hermione’s unconscious figure. Remus growled as he watched Peter’s eyes on Hermione, making Peter look away immediately.

"Well Remus, imagine our surprise when we come in here and find two Werewolves prancing around," James said looking at Remus with a quirked brow.

"And mate you’re so protective of her it’s not even funny! Every time we tried to get near her you would try and scratch us!" Sirius said rubbing a gash he had on his cheek.

"Yeah, it was really cute… you fell asleep licking her head… we almost threw up!" James laughed, tossing his head back.

"Well, now you guys know," Remus said running his fingers through his hair as Hermione stirred. "Guys get out so she can get dressed!"

"What about you?" Peter asked with a quirked brow.

"She’ll want me to be here… she is only a pup… this is her second transformation," Remus said quietly, shooing them out of the room. Hermione’s eyes opened slowly, as she lifted her head to look around the room. She noticed Remus was standing with his boxers on and his back to her.

"Remus?" She asked, looking at him sadly.

"Yeah?" He asked, pulling his shirt on keeping his back to her.

"You think you could pass me my clothes? I’m freezing!" She asked waiting for him to pass the jeans and sweater she saw in pile sitting on the table.

"Sure," He said passing the bag to her, closing his eyes so he wouldn’t anger her. She couldn’t help but laugh; he was such a gentleman she didn’t even have to ask him not to peak. She pulled on her knickers and bra, standing up with her back to Remus as well. She shivered in the cold of the room, quickly pulling on the red sweater and dark jeans.

"Okay you can look," she said to Remus, making him walk over to her, and place his hand on the side of her face, brushing his lips against hers. She cringed at his touch, because of the small bruise on her cheek.

"Sorry," he said seeing the mark on her cheek.

"It’s alright," she said before coughing. She began feeling dizzy yet again, a normal symptom after a transformation. She began swaying, causing her to fall. Remus’ quick reflexes allowed him to catch her. "How long till that stops?" She asked laughing lightly.

"Oh it never stops… you just get used to it eventually," he said carrying her out of the room, where James, Sirius, and Peter were standing.

"Here let me take her," Sirius said taking Hermione out of Remus weakening arms.

"What are you guys…?” Hermione gasped, but Sirius cut in.

"We’re almost always here for Remus’ transformations, we were quite shocked to find you here though… don’t worry we won’t tell anyone," Sirius said as they began walking out of the Shrieking Shack. Noticing her shiver, James took off his jacket and laid it across her.

"Thanks," she said awkwardly, wondering why they were being so nice to her.

"Hey… us Marauders watch out for each other," James laughed.

"Now she needs a nick name… Moony’s already taken… so, what?" Peter asked.

"What?" Hermione asked a bit confused. "Are you asking me to be a Marauder?"

"No! We’re just kinda drafting you… now for a nickname…" Remus laughed with the little strength he had.

"How about curly?" Peter asked, making James whack him in the back of his head.

"That’s stupid! How about… Pup?" James asked looking at Hermione, as if to ask what she thought.

"Pup?" Hermione asked him confused; thinking it was the stupidest thing she had ever heard.

"James… she won’t be a Pup forever," Remus said rolling his eyes.

"Yeah but when we met she was a Pup… and Pup’s are usually small… and she’ll always be smaller than us," James said shrugging.

"I guess that works… she is really light," Sirius said shifting Hermione in his arms slightly. Hermione blushed, guessing it sort of was a compliment.

"Pup it is…" Peter smiled, looking up at the other boys smiling.

"Pup," Remus rolled around in his mouth, warming up to the thought of it.

"Pup," Hermione whispered almost mournfully.

"Well let’s hurry before Pup here passes out!" Sirius laughed, moving faster.

"Are you guys always gunna call me that?" Hermione asked in general, directing it to no one.

"Yep!" James laughed, cleaning his square-wire rimmed glasses on his shirt. Hermione rolled her eyes, not liking the sound of being called Pup. She thought about it for a while, but she couldn’t concentrate. She was so tired… so very tired.

"Hey you’re awake!" Lily said as she walked into the hospital, carrying a small bag in with her.

"What's that?" Hermione asked a bit puzzled to the bright pink bag.

"Well since you couldn’t go to Hogsmeade I thought I’d bring you back a few things!" Lily stated dumping the belongings of the bag on her bed.

"Lily, you didn’t have to get me anything," Hermione said looking over the things.

"I know… but I felt bad going out and leaving you in here all day," Lily said showing Hermione all the different lip-gloss and eye-shadows she had bought her. Hermione smiled, it felt pretty good to have a girl for a best friend. She knew Harry and Ron would never bring her something like this.

She frowned at the thought of them… she had completely forgotten them. With all the troubles going on in her life, for a while it was as if nothing outside of this world existed to her. She looked at Lily, making her think of Harry. Yet the red color of her hair brought her attention to Ron.

That brought another problem to her eyes, what would Ron think? She knew Ron liked her… would he still like her when she got back? How would she explain that she was madly in love with their old Professor?

Madly in love? Hermione asked herself as she caught what she has said. She looked over to the bed on her right. "Where is Remus?" She asked feeling a shiver move down her spin.

"Right here Hermione," Remus said as he returned from the bathroom smiling.

Hermione returned his smile, locking eyes with him. She could feel a deep sigh escape her lips as she began to swoon at his deep golden eyes and sandy blonde hair. She mentally slapped herself; she wasn’t supposed to be like this. The old Hermione wasn’t at least.

Lily noticed the two gazing at each other and took a hint. She gathered all the make-up she had gotten Hermione back into the bag. "Well Hermione, I’m going to take this back to the dormitory… see you in a bit," she said walking out and smiling wildly.

"How’re you feeling?" Remus asked her as she strained to sit up in her bed.

"Same… you?" Hermione asked, meaning same as after every transformation.


"Sorry to hear that," Hermione said cracking her knuckles out of nervous habit. "Remus… after the transformation… how come you always wake up first?" Hermione asked curiously.

"Well…you go into more of a shock then I do… after all, you’re just a pup," he said making Hermione groan at the name.

"Must they call me that; I mean is it really necessary?" Hermione asked, looking down at the blankets of her bed.

"In there eyes yes... but if you like I’ll still call you Hermione," Remus laughed sitting on the edge of her bed, taking her chin in his hands, just as his lips were only inches form hers he stopped and pulled away looking around.

"What?" Hermione asked a bit confused to his actions.

"Every time I get even close to kissing you James runs in," Remus said. His eyes shifting around the room. He took her chin in his hands, glad the coast was clear. He moved closer to her, so their lips were barley apart.

"Hey guys!" A now extremely annoying voice said as it entered the room. This time, rather than pulling away, Remus continued kissing Hermione. Feeling it wasn’t worth pulling away. James laughed before exiting the room, the Marauders map in the pocket of his robe.

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