A/N: The spell that Remus said last chapter literally meant to "create a Secret Doorway" That's why Molly couldn't see it. ON WITH THE CHAPTER!

It was a few days after Hermione had found out about her parents. She was still very sad; no doubt about it, but Remus had helped her make it through. He had comforted her when she needed comforting, and stayed away when she didn't want to talk. Hermione supposed that this was because he knew the feeling of loss so much himself and knew almost exactly how she felt. Hermione wished she could just sit and talk with him all night about her feelings, thoughts, and anxieties. She certainly couldn't talk to Harry or Ron. It was different now, in the trio. The boys were getting ready for their Auror training, which would certainly be strenuous, and frankly, Hermione didn't think they could be very thoughtful about it, even if they tried. The only problem was that it was the full moon that night, and Remus would be transforming. So would Romulus, for that matter. Hermione felt sorry for the two mild-mannered werewolves. Mild-mannered. Ha. The brothers were walking paradoxes, although there was something about Romulus that simply made her uneasy. She just couldn't put her finger on it.

The next morning Hermione awoke to sun streaming in on her face. She rolled over and groaned. When finally she felt like getting up, she traipsed, bleary-eyed downstairs into the kitchen. When she got down there, the kitchen was already full up with people. She looked up at the clock. 10 o'clock. No wonder. Hermione loaded up her plate with bacon and eggs, and just as she was about to leave, Molly noticed her.

"Oh, Hermione, are you going upstairs to eat?" She said, and Hermione nodded. "Oh, that's wonderful. Would you mind being a dear and taking this tray up to Remus? I'm afraid he's still a bit tired after his…. change." Hermione nodded, and Molly handed her the tray to take upstairs. Hermione levitated it up the stairs with her. When she got to Remus' room, she knocked quietly on the door. Shortly after, Remus answered the door, looking scruffy and tired and completely adorable. He rubbed his eyes and smiled sleepily at Hermione.

"Hey." He said, and his gaze lifted to the tray of food floating behind Hermione. "Is that mine?" Hermione nodded yes. "Thanks. D'you want to come in and have your breakfast with me? I take it the kitchen is full." He opened the door wider invitingly.

"Sure" Said Hermione, grinning and walking inside Remus' room. Looking around, she noticed a very masculine arrangement. The room had a couple of (brown) comfortable-looking chairs, a glass coffee table, and a large mahogany bookshelf full of books. Hermione set the trays down on the table, and sat down in one of the chairs cross-legged. Remus followed suit, and soon they were eating (well more like wolfing down) their breakfasts in companionable silence. When at last they both had finished, Hermione looked at Remus.

"There is something I have been meaning to talk to you about." She said, "I'd like to go back…. to…. my house. I need to organize a funeral. I suppose the house is mine now. Anyway, I need you to be there. That is..," She faltered, "If you want t-"

"Did you even need to ask? Of course I'll come with you." Remus reached across the table and took Hermione's hand. Hermione then got up and Remus pulled her onto his lap and looked into her eyes with a burning heat and intensity that made Hermione feel like she could just die right then and be happy.

"No matter what happens, you know I'll always be there for you"

They had to wait until the next day, as Remus was still recovering from his transformation.

"Ready?" Remus asked, looking at Hermione when they finally got outside. Hermione took a deep breath and nodded.
"Ok, It'll be easier if we apparate together, so one of us doesn't get lost. Take my hand," Hermione did as he told her, "Concentrate on the nearest safe aparition point near your house and...one...two...three!" and with a big CRACK sound, they were gone.