A/N: When I first found that I had to do Millicent Bulstrode for my next Smutshot, I was horrified. I still sort of am. Lizaluvsdoggies, my faithful reader and reviewer, had some great ideas, unfortunately I've already done a lot of them. So I don't have a clue what this will turn out like. Wish me luck. If you were wondering, the last Smutshot in the series was Remus/Mary MacDonald.
-C
She wasn't the prettiest girl he ever laid eyes on, but something in him was instantly attracted to her. It was ridiculous, he knew somewhere inside his mind, but she looked different from the times he'd seen her before.
Older, for one thing, she was older. Her hair was less coarse and thick and more like a soft-looking pillow of brown. She looked less like a mountain of strong and intimidating flesh and more like a muscular, hourglass young woman. Perhaps it was because she was wearing something more flattering than Hogwarts robes, he told himself as he saw that she was suddenly wearing not the dress she'd been wearing when he'd entered the room, but just lingerie.
The lingerie in itself was mouthwatering, tantalizing black lace draped over her body in a way that somehow made her much more appealing.
He found himself moving toward her, not saying a word, and as he briefly wondered by what order his feet were moving they continued to move, not without his approval but not necessarily by his command.
It was a strange quality, the light in the room, and he wasn't sure what room it was, even. It had the qualities of many rooms he had slept in throughout his life, but the lighting was unlike any he had ever been in before.
She was leaning back against the pillows, as familiar as his own, but not as threadbare or squished down with overuse.
He moved the lace off her body and realized that he was already naked.
He didn't kiss her. He barely touched her. He just plunged himself into her folds straight off, and instead of crying out in pain she groaned from pleasure.
It was the greatest orgasm he'd ever experienced, coming and coming and coming with no end in sight, crying out... What? What was he crying? What was that sound?
And he sat straight up, covered in sweat, turning to shut off his alarm, which was blaring in his ear.
A dream, he sighed. It was all a dream. It had to have been, of course, he realized, because his former student didn't look so enticing, even in her adulthood. Millicent Bulstrode, sadly for her, would never be anything resembling attractive.
Still, as Remus rolled out of bed and made to get ready for work, his legs shook as he thought of the sensations in the dream and how strong and blissful they were.
It had been too long since he'd last had Tonks. That was all.
At least, that was what he told himself. And he couldn't decide whether to think of it as a dream or a nightmare, but think of it he did.
