This has been sitting in my folder for a long time. It gives me shivers when I read it because, for me, there is a very real life application. I wanted to get it online and get some feedback so I decided to make it Ginny/Remus. It wasn't that hard… in fact all I had to change was the characters in my head when I read it.

This is from Ginny's point of view. A dream, a wish, but it could be reality. One-Shot. I do not lay claim to Ginny, only her feelings, I do not lay claim to Remus, only his presence. The characters belong to the wonderful Ms. Rowling. Enjoy.

-Gwen Rathlyn

There he was, just standing there all nonchalant, grinning at me like there was nothing different about today, the jerk.

I dropped my books.

There he was!

His presence hit me like a ton of bricks, to go along with the old cliché. I gasped.

There. He. Was.

"Werewolf," I whispered. "Werewolf!" A little louder now.

My bag fell to the ground with a satisfying thump and there he was. My feet moved of their own accord, soon they were flying, pumping faster, I was skipping towards him.

Oh glory, skipping, how dignified.

"Werewolf!" I nearly sobbed with joy, and there he was.

My body collided with his with the same satisfying thump and he held steady, arms wrapped around me in a vice grip that made me want to meld our bodies together, to believe that we could. I felt like nothing could come between this and me.

He swung me in circles, each of us holding on more desperately than the other. He finally set me down and I leaned back to look into his eyes, mine shining with joy. I looked for the confirmation that he was happy, healthy, strong, the way I left him. I searched for any pain I could cure, and made it melt away, I burned my eyes into his own and thawed anything that might have been frozen on the inside, I felt myself turn to a puddle in his grip, knowing that he would not let me wash away.

I grinned at him madly and he grinned back, flashing his infamous wolfy teeth, chuckling his deep, dark chuckle, the one that held countless promises, the one that set my spirit to fly.

I rubbed my cheek against his, breathing in his woody, earthy, beautifully tingly scent. I ran my hands through his hair and held his face between them, feeling his bristly cheeks and loving it.

"And there you are." I whispered, gazing into his galaxy eyes, so like my own.

"And here I am." Came his husky reply. His hands wrapped around me once more, holding me as if he knew my chest could blow apart at any moment, this feeling was so big. He slid his mouth towards my ear, whispering sweet nothings that sent tingles down my spine.

I pulled back to stare at him, flitting my eyes nervously over his questioning gaze. "I…"

I bit my lip. Could I say it? Could I really tell him? "I lo… I love you." I stuttered.

He set me down, only to push me up against a wall, lips reaching for my own, his answer forming on his breath.

'Say it…' I thought. 'Please, just say it and kiss me.'

His bristly cheeks brushed my own and he moved his mouth to speak. "I…"

BAMP BAMP BAMP BAMP!!

I shot up in bed and slammed my hand into the alarm clock to halt the racket and slumped back into bed. I glanced out the window just in time to see the sun clear the horizon and have it blind me. I shut my eyes and let my hand form a fist, slamming it into the pillows. "Shit."

Sucks right? Did it kick you in the gut like it does me? Repeatedly? Yyyyeaaa you're a hopeless romantic. Join the club. Thanks for reading, anyway. Hope you liked it, please review. -Gwenny