Beautiful. That's the only word to describe him. He looks so much like his father, but has the eyes of his mother. They fit him so much better. He's absolutely beautiful, so small and sweet.

I know I shouldn't think of him like this, I know I shouldn't. But it's so hard not to. The way he looks and acts, it's adorable. I just want to kiss him, to hold him.

No, I want more than that. I want to take him, I want to make him mine. I want to strip him down and ravish him. I want to make him squirm beneath me as I fondle him. I want to make him moan, I want him to scream my name as he comes. I want him so badly.

NO! I can't want this. I shouldn't. He's too young, too innocent. I shouldn't even be thinking this!

But I can't help it. I want him. I want him under me, stripped down to his birth day suit so I can thrust into him, again and again.

Harder. Faster. Deeper. I want to drive into him while listening to him whimper and moan and scream from the pleasure. I want to pump him, fuck him, claim him. I want to make him mine; no one else can have him.

No! He's too young! Too Young! Too Young!

But he won't be young forever.

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A/N: With isn't what I was trying to write, but basically this is supposed to be Remus (but since I didn't say it was him in the fic you can imagine who ever you like as long as it's some one older) lusting after Harry.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, and from this I'd say that's a good thing.