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She’s thirteen when she’s gifted with the Time Turner. She promises McGonagall that she’ll use it wisely, and at first, she does. She goes to class, keeps up with her homework, and doesn’t even tell her two best friends about it. She knows they’d only use it for mischief, after all.
But then there’s Remus. He’s kind to her. When she gets overwhelmed by the sheer mountains of homework, he calms her down from her panic attacks. When she and Ron aren’t speaking, it’s Remus she goes to. When she discovers he’s a werewolf, it doesn’t make her growing crush on him any smaller.
When they first kiss, it’s unlike anything she’s ever known. Strong arms wrap around her waist, protecting her from the world beyond the empty classroom. A soft hand caresses her cheek, gently tucking her long curls behind her ears.
At some point they need to pull away for air. It’s unfortunate, but they need to breathe if they want to keep kissing.
“Was that alright?” Remus’s hand still rests on her cheek, rubbing softly and tenderly as he waits for her response.
“Yes,” Hermione replies, begging him with her eyes to kiss her again. “Yes. That was more than alright.”
“Good,” Remus mutters, and instantly his lips attach to hers again, sending them both into a heavenly, romantic bliss.