Fate Always Finds a Way

Chapter 3

"Remus, Remus," the beautiful brunette called out in a pleasant soft voice. She was waving at him and wore the most dazzling of smiles. Her chocolate colored hair danced like water as it flowed behind her in a sea of luscious curls.

She was in front of him now, in his arms. He simply held her close, appreciating all she was. He nuzzled her face with his nose as he kissed her cheek tenderly.

His eyes snapped open, awakening with a start. He stole a glance at his wonderful wife who slept peacefully next to him as he slipped out of the medium-sized bed. He pulled on his white undershirt and pants that were perfectly draped over the back of the easy chair.

The Hogwarts professor opened the door as quietly as he could and walked out onto the balcony. He shivered as his bare feet came into contact with the cold temperature of the planks of wood on the veranda.

Dreams had always been strange to him, never sure if they held meaning or not. This dream he had just had felt so real. It felt inappropriate, but very real indeed. He thought about it, but only for a few moments, deciding it had to be the combination of spending so much time with Miss Granger that day and having just made love to his wife. The two moments and women were simply the last things he was thinking of and were therefore, a jumble in his head.

"Moony?" he heard her call through the thin door. He proceeded to go back inside to join her. "Sorry, Darling. I just couldn't sleep, that's all."

The sleepy look in her eyes said that she probably wouldn't remember this conversation in the morning. Her head crashed to her pillow once more as she fell instantly back to sleep.

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"I can't believe they're assigning so much work," the redheaded wizard wore a smug look of disgust as he spoke.

"How else would you suggest they ensure we are learning, Ronald?" Hermione pointed out over their breakfast the following morning.

His lip curled up further at her obvious approval. "Mark my words, 'Mione, you'll be a professor one day. You'll assign so much work it'll make your students' heads spin. You'll adopt seven more evil cats and together you'll rule the wizarding world." He held up his hands in a way that slightly resembled a cat as he hissed and meowed mockingly.

Hermione's eyebrow raised slightly under Ron's cruel attempt at a joke. Before yesterday, she would have stormed off, huffing under her breath. But her thoughts turned to that of a certain professor. His words from the day before echoing in her mind: "...all I am trying to say is that some of your classmates may pick on you because it makes them feel better. It makes them feel bigger or more important, somehow."

She smiled and looked him square in the eye, "Thank you, Ronald. I think that is a very nice compliment. I most certainly do not want seven more cats and Crookshanks is not evil, but I would make an excellent professor, wouldn't I?"

"Um—."

"And I can see myself ruling; as a Minister, some day, perhaps." She smiled, letting him see that he would not be getting to her today. "You are more insightful than I have given you credit for."