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A Wolf's Soul	By : sinfulsanctuary Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 2410 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Fifteen – Take Me Home

The day with Remus had been nothing short of amazing. After dinner in the Three Broomsticks we had gone back out to the Shrieking Shack. There we talked a bit more, both lying in the grass, facing each other, leaning on our elbows. As twilight came there was a moment of silence when Remus looked at me, his eyes darting around my face. Then he kissed me again. It felt even better now, if that was possible. We were completely comfortable with each other now, and confident that we had strong feelings for each other.

Remus had not hidden anything from me in the course of the day, at least not while we were alone. His attraction to me shone in his eyes, and it shot through me every time he touched me. The way he spoke told me he cared for me and the vibrations around him told me just how much.

So as he kissed me now he let there be no doubt that he wanted me. He leaned me back into the grass, leaning over me with his hands deep in my hair. Our tongues danced together, caressed each other. My hands didn't know what they enjoyed the most, being tangled up in his hair or roaming over the flexing muscles in his back.

With every little movement Remus made the pool of warmth in my stomach grew, making me desperate for more of him. I had never felt like this before, not even with my Head Boy boyfriend in fourth year. I felt a need to be under Remus' skin, to never let him go. I could feel my excitement burst out from the core of me and push out through my skin.

I was almost certain we would go all out there on the hills behind the Shrieking Shack, and while in the middle of it all I felt that I didn't care if it was outside in the open. But as I relived it all while not wanting to get out of bed a few days later, I was glad Remus had stopped us before it came to that. What would we have done if someone had happened to walk by? Embarrassment flooded through me, and I focused on other memories, just has hot as the other, but careful to steer clear of the moments when our urges usually became too much and Remus stopped us.

Unfortunately I wouldn't be seeing him today, last night had been the full moon, and he said he wanted me out of harm's way until he had recovered completely. But he promised to meet me tomorrow. So today I had to live off the steaming memories.

I stayed at home, walking restlessly around. Mum and dad asked what was going on with me, what I had done the last few days. I had never been much of a shopper, so they thought it was strange that I had been away all day for several days. Dad said that the only things that could keep me occupied for a whole day was either studying or a boyfriend. So he and mum went mental with teasing. It was all good natured of course, but I tried to avoid them, not wanting them to really suspect anything yet.

Going out again the next day, and the next, and the next was not a good way to keep them from getting ideas about what I was doing. But I couldn't stay away from Remus, I had to see him. Now that we were both free from the expectations of school and faculty, our personal restraints and control were completely gone. Because I hadn't this desperate to see him at school, I guess it was because then I really shouldn't want to see him like that.

It was becoming clearer each time we met that Remus was as desperate as me. He wasn't as physical in his desperation as I was, at least not as physical as I wished he would be. Because it was always he that stopped us when things became too intense. But the way he sometimes took my hand spoke volumes. The way he looked at me, drew me in with just his eyes. The vibrations, which I was getting so used to it felt strange when they were gone, seemed to draw me in like a moth to the flame. And the way he kissed me... Merlin, I couldn't stay away from him even if I wanted to.

So I had to tell my parents something. I admitted that I had a boyfriend. They were a bit sceptical about me being with him so much, what on earth were we doing all day every day? But I assured them, with a slightly disappointed tone, that nothing indecent was happening. I also assured them I was as safe as I could possibly be, he was excellent in Defence. So they let it go, and were happy for me. They really wanted to meet him, but I said I wasn't ready for that yet.

Remus and I had taken to meeting up outside the Shrieking Shack and then going wherever we wanted after that; Diagon Alley, Muggle London, Hogsmeade, Stonehenge... Today, two weeks and one full moon after our first meeting, was no different. I Apparated there, to the hill on the backside. Remus was already there, I found him sitting down in the grass, leaning on the wall of the house. When I walked towards him, he stood up slowly and to me that was such a sensual movement my breath caught in my throat.

"Hi," I greeted breathlessly, now right in front of him.

Instead of saying anything he laid a hand on each side of my head, bending his head forward and pressing his lips to mine. Instantly I had butterflies in my stomach, a tightening in my chest, blood rushing to my head and my nether regions.

Remus deepened the kiss, letting our tongues meet and battle for a brief moment, only to retreat and pull away. He leaned his forehead against mine, my eyes were closed and I felt his heavy breaths on my skin.

"Hi," he then said, I could hear the smile in his voice.

"Hi," I said again, opening my eyes to look into his warm amber ones, just an inch from mine. It awakened something in me, something that wanted to ravish him on the spot.

I could almost feel again everything I felt when we got caught up in the moment, close to ravishing each other. Hands under clothes, some buttons undone... But it never came to it. I couldn't understand why, but I respected him and knew that he had to have a good reason for not letting it happen. He better have.

"I want to take you home today," he whispered warmly into my ear. "Show you the house my grandparents built, the house I was raised in. Cook for you in my kitchen, talk to you in the sitting room, kiss you across the dining table."

"That would be very nice," I whispered back.

"Are you okay with Side-Along Apparition?"

I nodded against his shoulder.

"Hold on," he said and pulled me tighter, while I locked my arms around his waist, closing my eyes against his chest. I could feel him starting to spin us around, the world compressed and disappeared, then normalized and I could sense a completely different atmosphere around us.

Birds were chirping, a gentle breeze took hold of my hair. I could smell trees and flowers and freshly cut hay. Remus let me go and I opened my eyes and looked around. It was absolutely beautiful. There was a forest a way away behind the house, green and lush. The house was dark blue, but in desperate need of fresh paint, two stories high, and a gravel path from the front door to the road. Across the road there were fields as far as the eye could see, with rows upon rows of haystacks, drying in the July sun.

"They belong to a Muggle farm a couple of miles east," Remus commented.

Turning back to the house I could see a couple of meagre flowerbeds.

"It's lovely here," I said, smiling at Remus.

He smiled back. "I'm glad you think so. The house could do with some work though, some fresh paint and renovation inside, but I never get around to it. Not that I'm that familiar with the spells either, or have the money to do it properly. But now that I've been away at Hogwarts for a year it looks even worse than I remember."

"As long as it's clean, does it really matter?"

He took my hand and led me down the gravel path. "I guess not."

At his touch the door opened and we came straight into the kitchen. It was a bit old and worn, but it was homely and nice. Right beyond the kitchen was what seemed to be a large sitting room. To the right was the stairs to the upper floor.

I could feel Remus looking at me, searching for my reaction. I couldn't help but smile. "I like your house, Remus. Or what I have seen of it so far. It feels safe and warm, like you."

The hand that was still holding mine tightened. And then he led me into the living room, showed me a small library in a room behind it. Then he took me upstairs where there was a bathroom, an office and two bedrooms. He took me into the bedroom that used to be his.

"I used this up until... I think nine years ago. I thought it was time I took over the master bedroom."

Delightful thoughts and images entered my head as he said he 'took over the master bedroom'. But seeing the room where he spent 25 years of his life was quite intriguing too. There was a small desk in the corner, still littered with parchment and books and empty ink bottles. A small bookcase next to it, full of old school books, on the wall next to that was pictures and diagrams and drawings. The bed was stripped, but looked comfortable against one wall. A beautifully carved wardrobe covered the last wall.

"This is amazing," I said and walked over to the wardrobe, tracing the nature patterns with my fingers.

"My grandmother made it. She was specially gifted with wood, had a natural affinity with it. She knew exactly what piece of wood would be useful, what it would be useful for and how to manipulate it." He pointed at a black and white picture next to the bookcase.

A woman, who I expected was his grandmother, stood next to a man, both holding the hands of a little girl who bore some resemblance to Remus.

"Your mother and her parents?" I asked.

"Yes," he answered while laying an arm around my shoulders as we looked at the three people smiling and occasionally shuffling their feet. "Mum was six here. They had just bought this property. It took them two weeks to build, decorate and furnish the house."

"Wow," I breathed, gently touching the frame. "You look a bit like your mother."

"So I've been told. I can't see it."

"Men, they never see anything," I muttered jokingly and began making my way out of the room and downstairs again.

But before I even made it to the stairs Remus had caught up with me. With a bit of force he took hold of my arm, spun me around and pinned me against the wall. There was a playful smirk on his face, making him look years younger. I felt the excitement bubble in my stomach at his behaviour.

"What's that you're saying about men?" he asked. And before I even thought of replying his lips had captured mine and worked such wonders on them I didn't know where I was. My toes curled and I moaned into his mouth.

Then he suddenly pulled away and was halfway down the stairs before I got my senses back. "Do you want lunch?"
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