Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter…but I sure would like a piece of Mooney.

Rated M for profanity and some mild lemons in later chapters.

Hello all, this story is written from the POV of both Hermione and Remus who are the main pairing. This story has been edited since its original version. Thanks to Molly for editing the first six chapters.

Chapter One

Book Connection

HPOV

I sat in the kitchen chair at Grimmuald place, directly across from him. I couldn't help but watch him as he talked. Not that I was really paying much attention to his words, but rather the movement of his lips. Imagining their softness and taste were connected to mine. I knew it sounded completely ridiculous, I sounded like a school girl with a crush on a boy. Well, although I was 18 and still technically a school girl, he on the other hand was no boy, quite the contrary. He was twenty years my senior. I must have been going completely mental, but I had never had such strong feelings for anyone else, ever. Sure I'd had crushes, Victor, Ron, I even thought Draco was pretty hot my fifth year. Yes, he was a complete ass that I would not wish to exchange two words with unless forced, but it was fun to admire him from afar. But Remus, he was not ruggedly handsome, but had a boyish charm that made him look younger then he really was. His sandy blond hair, I could only imagine how soft it was. His eyes were blue and as deep as the ocean. He's also extremely intelligent as well, always has at least one book with him, and he loved to learn. We were quite similar it that way.

I sighed, knowing that my fantasy would never be-well, would most likely never be. He was teaching at Hogwarts that year. I heard Dumbledore practically begged him. Ha. I would have liked to see that. Maybe when the year was over, I had started a career and was a little more independent I could have invited him over for lunch or something. 'There you go again Hermione, thinking too far in advance, its one step at a time,' I thought. Oh I loved it when he formed the letter 'o' with his mouth. It was as if his lips were calling to me, singing 'capture me'. Oh God, what I would have given to reach across this table that instant and give him the most passionate, amazing kiss he had ever experienced. I wondered if he thought Tonks was a good kisser. I guess he shouldn't have cared, not after she left him for Charlie, stupid dragon tamer. Oh well.

My wandering mind was suddenly brought from my pondering by the sound of my name.

"What do you think Hermione?" Harry said, looking directly at me, along with everyone else at the table.

"Huh? I'm sorry, what."

"Remus is thinking of opening a book store next summer." Harry told me.

I smiled. "I think that's a brilliant idea professor."

"Thank you Hermione, but you can call me Remus when we are not in school."

My heart leapt to my throat. He wanted me to call him by his first name. "Okay, Remus." I smiled again.

"It's getting late kids." Molly's voice interrupted. "You should all be getting to bed."

"Please mum." Ginny said rolling her eyes. "We are all adults here."

I had to agree with Ginny; Molly mollycoddled us way too much.

"Nevertheless, it's almost midnight and we have to get up early." She lectured.

"The train doesn't leave until 11." Harry remaindered her.

"No more excuses. Now go." She commanded us all, and we, being the good 'children', listened.

Ginny and Harry walked up the stairs hand in hand. They had been dating since the end of Ginny's fifth year-that is if you don't count the year break they took while we were hunting for Horcruxes. Ron walked up behind me. He offered to let me go first. I was sure he was admiring the view. He had been doing that a lot lately, and not just my butt. What did I care, he could look all he wanted; It wasn't like he was ever laying a hand on me again. I made that perfectly clear when he tried to go all the way on out second date. Git!

RPOV

She wasn't listening to a word I was saying. She looked like she was interested, at least at first. But really, why would she have been; it was her last day of holiday before heading back to school and the last thing she wanted to hear about is a bookstore. But she loved books, as she had it mentioned on numerous occasions. I thought we at least had that in common. Who was I kidding? I was grasping at straws. She was a beautiful young woman, the brightest witch of her age, what would she want with an ugly, old, wolf?

It just doesn't make sense. But then again, I had seen the way she looked at me. I wouldn't call it flirting, but it was like she was sending me signs. At least I thought she was. Perhaps I was reading too much into it, maybe I was just seeing what I wanted to see. Forget it Remus, your completely deluded. It didn't matter how deep my feelings for her ran, I was completely out of her league.

HPOV

It was almost two in the morning and I just couldn't sleep, so I began to quietly pack my trunk. I was almost done when I realized I was missing a book, my favorite book. I quietly crept down the stairs and into the sitting room where I knew I had left Hogwarts: A History. I tip-toed over to the couch where I had been reading earlier that day to see Remus sleeping peacefully on the couch, his right hand resting on my book. I couldn't help but watch as he slowly breathed in an out, a little growling noise escaping his mouth. It was so cute. I gently reached for his hand to move it off the book. Once I held his hand in mine however, I didn't want to let it go. It was so warm, so soft; as I was just about to let go when his fingers tightened around my hand. I looked up to see him smile at me, and then felt him release my hand.

"Sorry," I told him taking my book from the couch, "I just forgot my book."

"Could you not sleep?" He asked me, scooting over on the couch and allowing me to sit in the space next to him.

"Not really," I said. "I guess I'm just excited about starting a new term." I had lied, I couldn't stop thinking about him.

"Ah."

"I really liked your idea about opening a bookstore next summer." He smiled. I think he was afraid I wasn't listening earlier. Well I wasn't really, but only because I was daydreaming about him.

"If you have any free time during the year I would really appreciate some help with the project."

Was he really asking for my help? It sounded like it? I had to control myself from jumping up and down like a five year old.

"I would love to." I smiled, and fluttered my lashes. Okay, I just shamelessly flirted with him. He grinned. I think he noticed.

RPOV

I wanted to do something. Hold her hand again at least, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I don't know why. Oh why was she looking at me like that, was she flirting with me? She had to be. No one looked at a friend, or a respected teacher or mentor like that. God Moony, do something.

I moved my right hand from my lap and reached over to her face, cupped her cheek in my hand and gently rubbed it with my thumb. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply. Oh God I wanted to kiss her, pull her sweet lips to mine. 'No Remus, you can't. You are her teacher; you are in a house full of over-protective Order members,' I reprimanded myself. I reluctantly dropped my hand back into my lap. She looked…disappointed.

HPOV

"I should probably try and get some sleep." I managed to say rising from the couch. I didn't want to leave. I would have much rather stayed on that couch with him all night, even if it was just to talk.

I reluctantly headed up the stairs and into my room. I flopped onto my bed, my book still clutched in my hands. I think he wanted to kiss me. He looked like he did. His hand felt so wonderful on my face, so soft and warm, and perfect. I finally managed to fall asleep about an hour later, and when I did my dreams filled with thoughts of Remus Lupin, and he was doing much more then touching my cheek. It was close to seven when Molly woke us up to prepare for the day. I just wanted to go back to my dreams.

To my grave disappointment he had already left by the time I headed down for breakfast. I was, however, informed that he would be on the train for the trip to Hogwarts.

Arriving at platform 9 ¾, I quickly loaded my trunk and boarded the train, searching every compartment until I finally found him.

"May I join you?" I smiled, flipping my hair over my shoulder.

"Please." Although he was the only one in the compartment I chose to sit next to him rather than on the seat opposite. He gave me a look that suggested he was glad I did so.

"Where are your friends?" He asked me.

"Ron and Ginny are Prefects and Harry is Head boy, so they are doing their duties."

"But you're a prefect, correct?"

"I was, but I decided that I did not feel up to the added responsibilities this year."

"Does that decision have anything to do with you not making Head Girl?" He asked me.

It was like he was reading my mind. Or maybe he could just sense it, he did have extraordinary senses after all. I just shrugged and pulled out a book from my bag and began to read. Soon the train lurched forward and we were on our way. We sat in silence for about an hour, each reading our own books, until I felt I just had to say something.

"Remus," I said to break the silence.

He put down his book and smiled up at me. "Yes, Hermione?"

"Last night, you, um, touched my cheek."

"I did. Did you feel it inappropriate? If so I apologize."

"No, not at all," I reassured him. "I-I liked it." At this point I could feel my cheeks growing warm. I was pretty sure I was blushing. He angled his body so he was able to look more directly at me. Once again he slowly raised his hand. It was almost to my cheek when the compartment door suddenly opened. I said a quiet swear word and Remus smirked when he heard me.

"There you are." Ginny said as she and Harry sat down on the seat opposite us.

"Shouldn't you be out patrolling?" I asked trying to hide my annoyance.

"It's Ron's turn; he'll come get us when it's ours." Harry told me.

I had to admit I was not very happy with Harry at that moment. Not just because he interrupted Remus and I but also because the Boy-Who-Lived not only made Head Boy without being a prefect, but he was also Quidditch Captain, not that he didn't deserve it, but it was just truly annoying. I should have been head girl not that pug Parkinson. Ginny and Harry, ignoring present company quickly went to snogging each other. I simply rolled my eyes and went back to my reading, as did Remus. About an hour later Ron came in and Harry left, another hour after that Harry came back and Ginny left. Another hour passed and she returned and the rest of the trip all three stayed in the compartment.

RPOV

I was truly annoyed by the unexpected addition to our compartment. I should have locked the door. I was planning on kissing her. Well, that was my plan; whether I would have the nerve to do it was another thing completely. I didn't know what my issue was; it was not as if I had never kissed a woman. Perhaps that was why I was so reluctant. Hermione was so young, so innocent, and I was far from that.

I believed she wanted me to. She cursed when her friends opened the door. I did not believe I had ever heard her swear before. I was able to hold in the laugh that was coming, but barely. Watching her sit there reading, she looked so beautiful. Her legs were crossed, causing her skirt to rise a few inches above her knee. She had amazing legs. She seemed to have curved out a bit during the past year. Yes, curved indeed. Her hair seemed softer too, and more curly then bushy. She had definitely turned into a beautiful young woman. The real question was why would a breathtaking beauty like her want an old wreck like me?

A/N: So I hope you enjoyed chapter one. Please feel free to leave a review, I do so enjoy them.