fic: half moon
half moon
harry potter- remus, sirius, hermione (remus/hermione) pg
he keeps her werewolf essay by his bed
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He keeps her werewolf essay by his bed.
When Sirius finds it he laughs, makes a bad joke about knowing the symptoms by now, and conjures a bottle of firewhiskey.
Remus just nods.
She’s in the library, curled behind an armchair.
"Hermione- "
He starts and never finishes, her fingers pressed to his lips. Her hands smell of cinnamon and there’s dirt under her fingernails and it’s taking all of his self control not to kiss her fingertips.
"Hide and Seek," she mouths, and giggles silently when he cocks an eyebrow. "Fred’s idea."
And she’s back, knees to her chest and eyes to the door, smiling up at him.
It’s his cue to leave.
Later, with playground games over and supper bubbling on the stove she appears again.
"What did you want earlier?"
He can feel Sirius’ eyes on his back and takes a breath.
"Oh- nothing important, just wondering if you had a copy of Transfiguration Today I could borrow."
Four hours and a bottle of firewhiskey later Sirius finds him. “You’re an idiot,” he says. Except he doesn’t, but Remus suspects it was something along those lines.
"Thanks, mate."
"Pleasure."
Half moon and all he can see out the window is her small, elegant c reflected in the sky.
He strokes her name with his thumb. It almost makes him feel guilty.
end.
harry potter- remus, sirius, hermione (remus/hermione) pg
he keeps her werewolf essay by his bed
-
He keeps her werewolf essay by his bed.
When Sirius finds it he laughs, makes a bad joke about knowing the symptoms by now, and conjures a bottle of firewhiskey.
Remus just nods.
She’s in the library, curled behind an armchair.
"Hermione- "
He starts and never finishes, her fingers pressed to his lips. Her hands smell of cinnamon and there’s dirt under her fingernails and it’s taking all of his self control not to kiss her fingertips.
"Hide and Seek," she mouths, and giggles silently when he cocks an eyebrow. "Fred’s idea."
And she’s back, knees to her chest and eyes to the door, smiling up at him.
It’s his cue to leave.
Later, with playground games over and supper bubbling on the stove she appears again.
"What did you want earlier?"
He can feel Sirius’ eyes on his back and takes a breath.
"Oh- nothing important, just wondering if you had a copy of Transfiguration Today I could borrow."
Four hours and a bottle of firewhiskey later Sirius finds him. “You’re an idiot,” he says. Except he doesn’t, but Remus suspects it was something along those lines.
"Thanks, mate."
"Pleasure."
Half moon and all he can see out the window is her small, elegant c reflected in the sky.
He strokes her name with his thumb. It almost makes him feel guilty.
end.