Summary: When Ginny stays the summer at 12 Grimmauld Place, what happens when her and Remus get locked in a room together, how will Ginny fair, being trapped in dark again, and will Remus be able to ease her, and calm her down. A Remus/Ginny story. Will get heated, nothing too intense. Perhaps a bit of language.

A/N: this will probably end up being somewhere around a 3 chapter story...no long term things just yet, im still getting the hang of writing...

Disclaimer: I own nothing.......

feel free to tell me what you think about it, even if you want to flame me, I take all criticism, it will help me to try to make it better next time....on to the story....... oh and by the way, im not sure what Remus' age is exactly so im making him 42 in this story. Lol

Rubbing his arms from the slight breeze, he pulled his robes tighter around his body. Glancing around once more he raised himself from his perch. Remus thought himself a patient man, but as the days flew, he found himself wishing he could hold time.

The full moon was creeping up, each passing day, his instincts becoming sharper, the fatigue becoming greater. It was something he would never completely get used too.

Heading for the stairs he lost himself in though. Harry and his friends were spending the summer with him. Hermione Ron and Harry he never saw, he knew they wouldn't be here often. An Auror's position was never one was amazing vacation benefits. With Voldemort's steady rise in power, he doubted they would ever get a break.

Slowly retreating the few remaining steps he let out a small sigh. The consistent creaking of floorboards filling the quietness of the deserted corridor of the spacious house. If you could even refer to it as one. 12 Grimmauld Place was hardly considered a home. Ever since Sirius' death Remus had been eager to fill the emptiness that seemed to permeate the air since the end of Harry's fifth year. He was 18 now, Ron and Hermione as well. Ginny just graduating this year herself.

Pausing suddenly, a grin spreading rapidly across his worn face. The youngest Weasley, a girl, she had certainly wormed her way into his heart. As it was usually just the two of them in place, they had gotten to know each other a bit better over the past couple of weeks. During their free time which there always seemed to be a lot of, she would tell him of herself and vise versa. If they didn't talk they just were. She never questioned his need for silence, and he never hers. She seemed to understand the effect the house had on him and always made sure to keep him company, and informed of the twins latest inventions and mishaps, and of the rest of her brothers and family.

She told him of her dealings with Tom Riddle in her first year, and he of his becoming a wolf. She never shrank away, but listened intently to ever word he said, holding his hand, whispering comforting words, never questioned or pried him. His lycanthropy never seemed to faze her, a nice surprise to the many who would crawl away in fear. It was nice to be able to talk so comfortably to someone again.

Bringing himself back to reality he took note of his surroundings. Realizing he had reached the library, He opened the door quietly, Leaving it open he worked his way in, never daring to close it while it was occupied by a person, things in this house had a mind of their own. Fumbling for his wand he tried to get some light, realizing he had left it upstairs he grabbed a candle of the wall outside. Seeing as it was already lit, he made his way into the room. It smelled slightly of old books and must. A smell sickening to most, but instead a comforting fragrance to himself. Making his way across the floor he never noticed a second figure entering through the doorway.

Crossing the door frame, she glanced inside. Squinting slightly she noticed Lupin's figure outlined in the candlelight, and what a nice figure it was. Gasping slightly she slapped herself mentally. Where did that come from Weasley, he's 25 years your 17. He's old enough to be your father for Merlin's sake. Stepping backwards she jarred the door, creating a loud band as it slammed shut.

Hearing the bang, Remus bolted around. Startled he dropped the candle to the ground, leaving them in complete darkness.

"Professor?" a curious voice asked. He turned his head, looking for the source of the noise.

"Ginny?" he questioned trying to find her in the darkened surroundings. Hearing shuffling feet he calmed. At least he knew she was ok. Slowly he started walking, grasping blindly with his hand he sought out to find her. When he felt the skin beneath him he grasped her hand, ignoring the feeling of heat that passed over him he pulled her closer.

Shivering slightly she searched for his eyes. "Call me Remus Ginny, I'm not your Professor anymore" he said, a bit too breathlessly for his liking. Reaching down he grasped the fallen candle with his free hand. "What are you doing in here?" He asked, his tone not light nor harsh.

Probing his eyes, she found no anger, just pure curiosity. "Oh," she muttered, raising her opposite hand she brought it closer to them. " I borrowed a book earlier," raising the hand even more she produced a small book. "I was just returning it when I ran into you." she finished, her eyes darting between the book and his face.

Noticing her nervousness, he let go of her hand and gently took the book. "It's ok Ginny," he said reassuringly. Advancing towards his desk he felt around for the corner. Upon feeling the surface he let out a silent triumph. Letting go he placed it on the top. "Your welcome to read anything you'd like, you are welcome in here anytime" he stated, giving her a warm smile.

Seeing the white of his teeth in the dark, she smiled back. Peering through the darkness she drew a breath, "Come on," she said "let's get out of here." Slowly inching forward she felt Remus fall in step behind her. Swallowing visibly from the close proximity, she could feel her cheeks begin to fluster. Praying silently he couldn't see it through the dusky surroundings, she made a go for the doorknob. Giving it a slight twist she was surprised when it didn't budge. Trying it again she turned behind her.

"Ahh, Remus?" she whispered, trying the knob again."I think were locked in."

Hearing her declaration he tried the knob himself, pulling the door, it didn't even jiggle. Frowning slightly he glanced towards the small girl.

"Yes Ginny, I believe we are"

yay!, that was the first chapter. I'm not one of those people who will hold back chapters until they get reviews, no, I think that's wrong, but they are defenitely appreciated. I should be posting again soon. : )