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Remus missed her. He missed constantly feeling her presence. He missed the way she tasted, the way she smelled. He missed their conversations. Even Moony whimpered inside him. But he would never admit to any of it.

After the teens went back to Hogwarts, Sirius took him aside and gave him a black eye.

"I told you not to hurt her again mate."

Remus thought he deserved worse.

'It's better for her in the long run, no matter how much it hurts now.'

Remus loved Hermione too much to drag her down with him.

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The days seemed to drag, filled with meetings with his contacts and thoughts of Hermione, until one day, working in the Grimmauld Place library, he saw It. A Hogwarts Owl heading straight for him. He desperately hoped it was from Hermione. He opened the library window to let the owl in, and it swooped in and landed on the table he was working at moments before. It gently set the envelope that was in its beak down on the table and took off.

Slowly, with hope in his heart, he approached the nondescript looking letter. The moment his eyes landed on the small, neat scrawl, his heart gave a little leap. The letter was indeed from Hermione.

He picked it up and sat down on the chair and just looked at it. Minutes passed as an internal conflict waged within him.

'You know you want to open it, so fucking open it. But I don't deserve to read her words to me. Stop being a fucking coward and open it!'

Before he lost his courage, he ripped the seal off the envelope and yanked out its contents and began to read.

'Remus,

I can no longer stand not hearing from you. I miss you terribly. I refuse to stay away from you. I would rather have you in my life in some capacity, rather than not have you at all. How I wish you would reciprocate my feelings entirely, but that is of no consequence. I do not how much you have heard about the things going on here, but let me tell you everything just in case.

We have a new Defence teacher. She is a toad of a woman, I swear. It has only been three weeks since term began, but already she is changing things, and not for the better. She treats us like naive children and in short is making our lives miserable. I could list a load of things she has done, but that would take too long. Suffice it to say, the wheels in my head are turning. I will not allow her to undermine the things Harry and Dumbledore have done, are doing, and will do.

Please Remus, respond to this. I really miss our conversations. Even though I have the boys to talk to, and Ginny, it is not the same. With you I can talk about absolutely anything. There is a special place in my heart only you can fill.

Always,

Hermione.'

He didn't know what to do. The more rational side of him knew that he should sever some ties with her, for it seemed that her feelings for him had not cooled down at all. His more emotional side wanted to write back. She was being terribly honest, and he didn't want to hurt her anymore than he already had.

He made up his mind. He wanted the same things she did. He couldn't stand the thought of not having her in his life at all.

'Hermione,

I miss you and our conversations as well, more than I can ever express. I want to be in your life, and want you in mine, no matter how much logic says it should be otherwise.

I will always be your friend Hermione, and I hope you will always be mine.

I have to say, I have not heard much of what has been going on, for I have been meeting with other people, if you know what I mean. Be careful of what you do Hermione, for I know what that formidable mind of yours is capable of. I do not want you in unnecessary 'trouble'. Who is this new teacher of yours?

Remus.'

Remus signed the letter with only his name, for he knew that the way a letter was signed revealed much about the nature of the writer's feelings. He sealed the letter in an envelope and put it on the fireplace mantle, ready to be sent the next day.


Hermione couldn't believe that Remus wrote back. She had hoped so fervently that he would, and he did. Her chest warmed at the thought of reading his words to her. Closing her bed curtains, she hastily opened her letter.

She couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment that he signed the letter with just his name.

'He can be such a coward.'

Hermione immediately felt ashamed at her thought. It really wasn't his fault. He'd lead such a hard life, and had really no true experience with romantic relationships, Tonks didn't count, that it was no wonder he was wary and insecure.