"Hello!" She said pleasantly.  Mind If I come in?  I need to return these books I've barrowed from your collection."

'Like Hell you will.'  "Of course you can."

Hermione smiled more broadly and pushed a little on the door to step inside; Remus was being a little hesitant to let her in.  "Sorry I didn't finish them sooner, but I've been busy of course, you know…" she said offhandedly.

Remus chuckled.  "Yes, I think I do."

"I loved the one about the Garbates, they seemed to… oh damnit!"  She sighed and bent down to retrieve the books that just fell from her arms.  Remus went to help her, but in doing so caught a clear glimpse of flesh just below her neck, and quickly turned, blushing terribly, and making sure his robes were extra baggy on his front…

"Would you like some tea, Hermione?"  He forced out, recovering himself.  "I just put a pot on…"

"Oh…" she struggled with the books, trying not to look too amused at his behavior, "… alright, I wanted to talk to you about something anyway..."  She put the books on his desk and sat down while Remus fumbled with the tea pot and cups.

"What do you want to talk about?"  Remus handed her a cup and pushed a sugar bowl towards her.  'Two scoops, if I remember correctly…' he smiled slightly as she dropped to scoops of sugar in her tea and stirred it thoughtfully.

"Well… I was just wondering… tonight's the full moon…"

"I am well aware of this…" he said chuckling.  Hermione smirked.

"I was just wondering what Remus… what your other self is going to do tonight…"

"It's all taking care of," he said, waving a hand. "Poppy'll be taking him back to the Shrieking Shack like always."

"Oh…" she replied after a pause, and sipped her tea quietly.

Seeing the look on her face, he cocked his head and said, "Why do you ask?"

Hermione looked up quickly.  "Oh, well I just thought… it's silly, really…"

Remus suppressed the sudden urge to embrace her.  "Severus only makes enough Wolfsbane for one werewolf here, Hermione…" He said solemnly.

Hermione nodded and looked into his eyes.  "If the potion was less complicated…"

"Don't worry about me, Hermione." He said suddenly.  "Please.  I… He can handle a night without it alone.  He'll have to for another fifteen years."  He decided this ended the subject and averted his eyes, sipping his tea thoughtfully.

They drank in silence for a few minutes, every once in a while pouring more tea in their empty cups. 

Hermione was adding sugar to her third serving when a realization came to her.  "Remus?"

Remus gulped his tea hard in surprise of her addressing him informally, and blushing slightly wiped his mouth as a distraction.  "Yes?"

 "I've just had a thought…"

"Really?  I've got one too…"

Hermione shot him a smirk before furrowing her brows in concentration.  "What I was thinking was that you remembered everything that happened while you were here, right?"

"Yes."

"So, being that as it is, wouldn't you remember where the enchantment is located, which would save us all a lot of trouble?"

"Hermione, you are one smart young lady."  He commented with a sudden rush of guts while Hermione glowed.  He put his chin in his hand and pretended to think about what actually happened.  "That is a very good question… and I will answer you by saying, simply, I never knew where it was."

"What?  How can you not know?"

"Because, Hermione, I wasn't the one that found it."

Hermione processed this.  "Oh! You mean, I…?"

Remus nodded.

"So… I guess I just didn't have to tell you; it probably wasn't a big deal.  I mean, you get the enchantment, so you get to go home.  Simple enough."  Hermione said casually and sipped her tea, trying not to think about Remus leaving right away.

"You're under no obligation, though.  Tell him when you find it if it satisfies you.  I think I'd like to know."  They both laughed a little, and Hermione finished her cup. 

'The truth was… you didn't want to tell me.'

*

Hermione walked solemnly to the common room… at least, that's where she intended to go.  'I know why I'm down here,' she looked around at the torches held high on the dungeon walls, 'he'll probably be a stubborn git about it, but I might as well try.'

She knocked on Snape's classroom door, which creaked open when she applied pressure to it.  Breathing deep, she stepped inside.

The classroom was empty, of course; the only occupants were crumpled up pieces of parchment and dried up ingredients left over from Friday's classes.  'The house elves probably haven't gotten to this room yet,' she thought sadly, 'Oh, those poor dears always have so much to do…'  (A/N: gag me…)

Her thoughts changed when she saw the desk closest to her and the door.  Sitting on top of it was a goblet filled to the brim with a smoking potion giving off an odd smell.  She walked closer to it. 'Wolfsbane.  It must be.' 

"I know why you're here, Granger," a silky voice called from Snape's office, "and the answer is no!"

Snape swept over to her in a few long strides.  "Yes, I was just delivering this to Professor Lupin… or, Remus, if you prefer."  His lips curled menacingly. "I forgot you two were on more… personal speaking turms now."

Hermione fought an internal battle with herself; one half of her wanted nothing more than to wring his neck.  "Exactly how long does it take to whip up a sufficient Wolfsbane potion, Severus?"  Hermione watched with satisfaction as Snape's smirk vanished instantly. He now seemed to look thoroughly pissed off.

"Wolfsbane is hardly a potion you could 'whip up', Ms. Granger.  It takes hours to perfect, and the ingredients used, including the wolfsbane itself, is somewhat rare, and I would not care to waste any more of them on subjects that just drop in using illegal magic-"

"It wasn't his fault!"  Hermione shouted; her face shining red with rage, "It was a harmless prank-"

"Five points, Granger.  And yes, I know exactly how… harmless their pranks are." Snape retorted loudly, picking up the goblet and swept off toward the door.  "And, Ms. Granger?"