A/N: I know this is probably a crappy story, but it's my first 2nd-person one. And I am DAMN proud of it. So review. Or Dumbles's ghost will steal your toilet paper (and he'd have fun doing it, you know he would!).
Disclaimer: You know the drill. JKR's, not mine.
"Kiss me too fiercely, hold me too tight. I need help believing you're with me tonight. My wildest dreamings could not forsee: lying beside you with you wanting me."
-- Wicked
He whispers your name in the darkness.
It can't be him, you think.
You reach out, inviting him closer. But not daring to believe that he's there.
He crawls into bed, pulling you close to him. Holding you too tightly he murmurs, "I'm back."
You release a breath you hadn't realized you were holding.
He reaches up to wipe something off your cheek. A tear.
And then he's kissing you, almost too fiercely. Burning your lips. Sending shivers down your spine.
It's over all too soon.
Still crying you breathe, "Don't leave me again."
He takes your hand, squeezing lightly. "I won't, Remus. I promise."