Out of Harm\'s Way

Lupin was also having a hard time focusing on the importance of the greater battle being waged outside of his London job. It all seemed light-years away from the peaceful campus and the unpeaceful amount of work he had to do after his night spent adjusting spells for Harry and the days before that he had spent slinging spells at Bellatrix and her posse rather than grading papers. If he had been paying attention to either the spells or the grading, he would have felt better than the real cause of his distraction.
His mind wandered again and again to the moment Hermione had been hit by that spell, the way it had half deflected against one of her shields. He remembered checking her pulse, but still panicking when he couldn\'t wake her at once. That was traumatic enough, that his level head, the coolness he always trusted seemed to have abandoned him when he saw her fall, but the part he kept reliving was gathering her up into his arms. He could still feel her dead weight and the protective rage he felt against anyone who could harm her. He was an old fool, stupidly in love with a young girl, and as if that weren\'t bad enough, had let his passion cloud his reason.
He ought to have stayed and kept fighting instead of sending off a few enraged spells in Bellatrix\'s direction and apparating away with his dear girl, not to Hogwarts, but to his own house. He checked her with every spell he knew and found that she was physically healthy enough, only missing her magic for the moment. This kind of effect would be temporary, but there was no telling how long it would last.
There was some logic to keeping her at his own house, unlike at Hogwarts, she wouldn\'t need magic to operate anything, and she\'d be well hidden and safe. But those were not the reasons he had taken her there. The real reason was only that he loved her.

Several floo consultations later, everything worked out so perfectly that his most selfish self was cackling. Harry had actually thanked Remus for his quick thinking saving Hermione, and had asked him to stay out of harm\'s way himself in order to keep up the spells set up in the attic. His delight at the idea the he would be able to contribute to the battle keeping Hermione and of course, Harry himself and Ron out of danger, all the while staying at Hermione\'s side, even that wasn\'t what he was most ashamed to think of.
He was most ashamed to think over and over of the moment he had seen her naked body between the spell that had taken off her robes and the one that had dressed her in her nightgown, flooed over from Hogwarts. It had only been for a split second, the spells had been designed to preserve the utmost modesty, but still, he could not forget her waist, and all the other parts that her clothes had covered up much too quickly.
He was a dirty old pervert, there was no question about that. It was beyond him at this point how he had persuaded himself over these past two years that his love for the young woman was intellectual and probably platonic anyway, when there he was, salivating over a glimpse of her flesh. Pervert.