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A/N: This will eventually become a slash story between Sirius and Remus. The chapters are told in the first person, alternating between Remus and Sirius.

She's here for two weeks. Her husband has temporarily taken over Muggle Studies until someone else can be found. Ted Tonks often does things like that for Dumbledore. She came with. I want to see her. No, I need to see her. But having her this close, this accessible, is nerve-wracking. I see her everyday. She never looks at me, not the slightest glance to indicate how intimate we've been. I try to not look at her, but she's beautiful.

My owl delivers me a note. Tonight. That is all it says, but I know when and where. I've been expecting this ever since I learned Ted would be taking his class on a trip to spend the weekend in the muggle world.

I can't concentrate in class. I stare at the teacher, and I am writing notes, but I know I'll need to spend Monday in the library to learn what I am missing right now.

I feel eyes staring at me. I turn slightly to see my best friend Sirius Black giving me a concerned look. Shit, I think, he knows something. Sirius can be incredibly perceptive, and he knows I'm agitated. I give him a slight smile before pretending to turn my attention back to the professor. He's still staring.

Class ends, and I jump out of my seat and quickly leave the room. I don't want to see Sirius right now. He'll ask too many questions, and with my frayed nerves, I might let something slip. It would be disastrous if he knew.

I'm jittery. I can't see her until midnight. I don't know how I'll be able to sneak out of Gryffindor tower. It's a Friday night; everyone will be up late, much later than midnight. I sit in the library, an open book before me, but I'm not reading. I'm thinking of ways to distract the other Marauders. This is the first time I'll be with her on school property, with my friends close by. Finally, a simple answer comes to me. It's so simple; I don't know why it took me so long to figure it out. Alcohol. I'll get my friends to pissed they won't even realize when I say I'm going to raid the kitchens and don't come back.

I stare at the words in the book before me. I should be able to concentrate now. But I can't. Now all I can think about is her.

I met her about year and a half ago during Christmas break. Sirius was staying with his one and only family member who could stand the sight of him: Andromeda and her husband Theodore Tonks. James, Peter, and I all came to visit, not wanting Sirius to dwell on the fact this would be his first Christmas away from his home.

The four of us were sitting around, drinking, when James in a rather loud voice began to plan for our next full-moon adventure. I didn't find out until later that we had been overheard.

I was sharing the guest room with peter, James was in Sirius' room, when I heard the door creak open. Peter was fast asleep, snoring loudly. I got up quickly, not sure what was going on. Andromeda was outside the room, a strange glint in her eyes. I asked if everything was okay. She grabbed my arm and led me to the bathroom. My mind was groggy from sleep. She quickly pushed me through the door and placed a silencing spell around the room.

"Can I see your scar?" Were the first words to come out of her mouth.

"What?" I had no idea what she was talking about. My brain still was not functioning properly.

"Your scar. The one from the werewolf bite." I was awake now. Fear flooded through me, and adrenaline began coursing through my veins. I tried to conceal my emotions and asked as casually as I could, "What makes you think I've been bitten by a werewolf?"

She smirked. "Well, one has to be bitten by a werewolf in order to become one." I started to deny that I was a werewolf, but she cut me off saying, "I know you are one. Next time you want to keep a secret, don't let your friends shout it out. So, I'm going to ask you again, Can I see your scar?"

I shook my head slightly and turned to leave the bathroom. She pushed past me and leaned her back into the door, blocking my escape.

"Remus," it was the first time she had said my name. I shuddered as how wonderful my name sounded coming from her lips.

"Remus, I'm not going to tell anyone. And you don't need to be afraid that I am somehow going to use it against you. I'm just curious."

"I should get back to bed. I don't want Peter to wake and wonder." I grabbed the door handle, but she didn't budge.

"I just want to see. I knew a girl when I was in school who was a werewolf. She was fascinating. I just want to know more about werewolves. Is that such a bad thing? The more educated people get about werewolves, the more tolerance can be gained."

I mentally conceded that she had a point. Most of the fear from werewolves came from ignorance. I released the handle and took a step back. She smiled softly. It was a wonderful, soft smile. I began to unbutton my pajama top. I undid the top three buttons then slid the shirt off my left shoulder. She came closer, and walked around me. The scar from the bite was where my neck met shoulder, more on my back than my front. She reached out slender fingers, and gently caressed the scar. The flesh was twisted and rough. Besides my parents, a few healers, and the Marauders, no one had ever seen this scar.

I noticed her breathing had quickened. I looked back at her, and her cheeks were flushed. I was about to ask her if everything was all right when she pushed me against the bathroom door and pressed her lips to mine. Her kiss was forceful, violent even. It was not what I expected the wife of Ted Tonks to kiss like. Then again, I didn't expect the wife of Ted Tonks to kiss anyone but Ted Tonks. Before I realized what was happening, I was kissing her back just as violently. I had never really kissed someone like this. There had been occasional kisses with a few girls, and up until that point I would have said that kissing really didn't appeal to me.

But that kiss was natural, I was meant to kiss with violent passion.

Her body pressed against mine. She had unbuttoned the rest of my shirt and pulled it off my shoulders. She broke the kiss, and looked into my eyes. She took a step back, ran a hand through her hair, and apologized. With her no longer in contact, I quickly grabbed my shirt and left the bathroom.

The presence of someone sitting next to me jolted me out of my memory. I was still sitting in the library, still staring at the same page. Sirius was seated next to me.

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