Hi Everyone! I'm still working on Breath No More... I'm just a bit stuck on something, but for now, here's this! So I'll heard this song and I thought of Remus, don't ask me why! He was in my head eating chocolate and was all like: *clears throat for Remus's voice* Write my story! I want to end up with Snape's sister! You know the pretty one in the back of your mind that you've been dying to write about. And get me some more bloody chocolate!

And just so you all know I hate brooding Remus, so there may be just a tiny bit of him, but he's probably going to be OOC. I just like him when he's happier okay, can you blame me?

And so here comes this little fic with Remus/OC-Snape's Sister. Enjoy! Charrie faces btw… Remus Lupin: Andrew Garfield and Lilith Snape: Anna Silk. Thomas Avery: Ed Westwick Severus Snape: Louis Garrel.

Oh yes… I don't own Remus Lupin. He just likes jumping into my head and demanding chocolate. Neither do I own any other character that you can recognize unless their from another story.

Black, Black Heart

By SeatedQueenintheSky

All these blessings, all these burns, I'm godless underneath your cover.

Search for pleasure, search for pain in this world.

I unfurl my flag, my nation helpless.

-David Usher

"Moony, get a move on, will ya!" Sirius called over his shoulder as he and the rest of the Marauder's made their way to the carriages. The boy in question shook his head, pointing at the pin on his chest. Sirius rolled his eyes and ran to catch up with James and Peter. As a Prefect, Remus Lupin had to make sure all the first years got to Hagrid, and the rest of the other students got to the carriages, and then he rode to the school with the rest of them. It was the boy's fifth year and he couldn't help but grin at the idea of it. He had come so far already, even with his affliction.

Turning, he began his duties, turning first years towards Hagrid, and the rest where they were supposed to go. A lot of the Slytherins shoved their way past the boy, while others called out greetings. Finally he was alone on the platform with the exception of seven others. It was the fifth year Prefects duty to organize the platform. Turning, he saw Lily Evans, and quickly made his way towards her. Together they walked to the carriages, grins on their faces, as they spoke of the upcoming year.

They were joined in the carriage by the two Slytherin Prefects who sat quietly, glaring at Lily. Remus cleared his throat. "Snape. Avery."

Lilith Snape turned her dark eyes that looked so much like her brother's onto Lupin's face and with a small nod, turned her head back to Avery. Remus glanced down noticing their combined hands. So they were dating? Remus wondered briefly how Snivillus thought about this. Or if he even knew.

"Lilith, how's Sev? He hasn't written me back," Lily asked quietly, her green eyes cast to her best friends twin sister. Avery sneered at the girl, itching to call her out for even trying to speak to them, but Lilith squeezed his hand.

"He's fine. Dad was a bit rough on him this summer. I'm sure he'll talk to you once classes start," the girl replied, her silk like voice void of any emotion. Remus watched her carefully. He didn't know that the Snape's had family problems, but then what family didn't. He wasn't aware he had been caught staring until Avery hissed at him.

"Mind keeping your eyes in your head, Lupin. She's taken."

Remus looked at Avery, his eyes flicking away quickly, hoping that the carriage would reach the school soon. It was getting a bit too stuffy in the cramped space.

"In the back there," the Professor called out a smile on his face. Sirius scoffed and turned back to the front. Turning, Remus caught sight of the girl who looked up and shook her hair out of her face. She met her fellow Prefect's gaze and gave a small smile before answering.

"Lilith Snape," she drawled, turning her attention back to the Professor, and for a moment the Gryffindor was caught off guard. Had she just smiled at him? Why had she just smiled at him? Feeling his face heat up, he turned back to the front, ignoring the confused stare Sirius was giving him.

"Miss Snape, Unforgivable Curse and the incantation? Name one," the professor asked quickly, going on with the lesson.

"The Cruciatus Curse," she said, her voice silky and dark.

"Of course she would know all about those spells," Sirius muttered. Remus glance over his shoulder to see Lilith glaring at Sirius's back.

"The incantation is 'Crucio'. You have to mean it for it to actually work. You have to want the victim to suffer with all of your being, as it is the top torture curse." Her eyes flicked back to Remus as she shrugged her hair back.

"Five points to Slytherin," the said spying the emblem on her robes. The girl smiled and went back to copying down something. And Remus went back to paying attention, a slight chill running down his back as he remembered her smile.

"Please go over the first twenty spells for tomorrow and have a foot long parchment on five spells of your choice," Professor Talbot called as everyone gathered their things and started to head out as the bell rang. Remus eyes sought out Lilith and he stared at her once again. He had caught himself doing this more often than not over the weeks. Severus Snape was her brother? That slimy git was supposed to be identical to that tanned beauty? It was only then that he realized where his thoughts were leading him. Turning his back to the girl who was slowly taking residency in his brain, he mentally gave himself a shake. One she was a Slytherin. Two she was Snivillus's sister. Three she was taken, by Avery at that. Who for some reason had it out for the young werewolf. Opening his eyes with that gladly out of the way, Remus turned back around to catch up with his friends only to be blocked by Lilith.

"Snape, what can I do for you?" he asked, eyes glancing at the wall behind her and not at her face. She didn't say anything for a moment and the Prefect looked down at her to see a smirk on her face. Swallowing and backing up a step, Remus tried to steady himself before looking at her again. "Snape?"

"We have Prefect Duties tonight," she replied with a raised brow handing him the schedule. "Black told me to give you the times and rounds for this month."

Remus blinked for a moment and nodded his head. That was right. He was a Prefect. And so was she. Smiling, Remus nodded again in thanks. "Well then, Snape. I'll see you tonight." With another disorientating smile, she turned, hair flipping, and walked out of the classroom.

"So, Snape, tell me about yourself."

The girl looked up at the Gryffindor, her eyes dark, the only thing she shared with her brother at first glance. Remus tried to see what else she shared with the twin git. Her voice, her eyes, her hair color, but it looked far from the greasy mop that was on his head. She studied him for a moment before she spoke, her eyes back on her nails as they walked down the corridor.

"I'd prefer to be called Lilith, if you have no aversion to it. Defense is somewhat of an interest to me because I want to be a professor. I'm also interested in potions, but if I go into that field, I'll probably be a Healer or an Alchemist," she said, eyes connecting with Remus's for the first time. Her voice fell over him like velvet and he motioned for her to keep talking so that he could feel it again. "I'm a Prefect, of course and anyone with a brain can see why. There's not a lot of good students in Slytherin. I'm the top student in my house for our year, which really isn't that much of a feat. I wouldn't mind being head girl, when we get to Seventh year. As long as there's someone I can stand as Head Boy.

"I have nothing against other houses, as I don't really believe in the stereotypes of it all, though I do hate Gryffindor simply because they have a better Quidditch team, which really means I should hate Flint, but I already do as he's my ex boyfriend. Is that enough?" she asked glancing away. Remus grinned at her and opened his mouth to answer just as they rounded the corner and came upon his best friend snogging some Ravenclaw. Swallowing, Remus cleared his throat and Sirius looked up with a grin on his face.

"Hey, Moony, give me one second," he said before returning to the kiss. Remus glanced at his Duties partner and saw her staring at his friend, her nose scrunched in disgust.

"Padfoot, I think you need to get back to the dorm's now. It's well past curfew," I mumbled, my eyes going back and forth between the two. Sirius looked up, his brows furrowed.

"Moony, I just need a couple more-"

"You heard him Black," came Lilith's silk like voice, low and darker than when she had talked to him. "If your not gone in a second, points will be taken. That goes for you too, Milton."

The young Ravenclaw giggled once at Sirius before scurrying away. The boy watched her go with a smirk before coming face to face with Lilith. He looked down his nose at her, his smirk growing to a wry grin.

"Jealousy doesn't look good on you, Snape. Don't worry, you'll get your time with me," he said moving slightly closer to her before saluting to Remus and strolling away, hands in his pockets. Remus watched him, an uncomfortable burning in his stomach, before turning back to Lilith who was trying to cover up the blush that came onto her face by looking disgusted.

"Lupin," came a silky voice. Remus turned with a smile, not realizing it was more masculine than Lilith's. The boy's smile faltered just a bit before he let it come half way back.

"Hello, Snivillus," he said joyfully, stuffing his hands into his pockets. He was alone, and he took the precaution of wrapping a hand around his wand. The boy's eyes looked over his enemy with disdain, but Remus's face stayed one of bliss. His nose scrunched up and Remus found his grin widening. Lilith made that same gesture, with a smaller but a very alike nose, all the time.

"I came to speak to you about Lilith," Severus said, walking forward. He hadn't tried to threaten him yet, but Remus watched him warily. "You have patrols with her?"

"Yes. We have them together for the entire month, I wouldn't know about any of the other ones. And just so you know, I've already discussed this with Professor Dumbledore," the Prefect replied with a frown, the thought of the impending moon dampening my mood. Remus could tell this was what the Slytherin wanted to discuss. It appeared he was wrong as Snape's face shined with comprehension.

This seemed to bring the snarkier side of the fifth year back out as well. "Yes, well try to avoid being near my sister when your having your time of the month, Lupin. Your precious Prongs isn't always around to yank your next target away from near death experiences," the boy hissed before entering the Great Hall.

Lupin watched his retreating back for a moment, just standing in the archway until he felt someone's stare on him. Turning, his blue eyes to the Slytherin table, they connected with black ones. A dark brow was quirked on tanned skin. Remus smiled softly, letting it slowly fall off his face, before making his way to the Gryffindor table.

"Lupin? Hello? Remus Lupin?" Lilith said waving her hand in front of the boy's face. He was out of it more and more these days. Sighing and standing back, the girl scrunched her nose. Hopefully there would not be repercussions for what she was about to do. With a deep breath, the tanned girl pointed her wand at the dazed boy and said the spell in her silk like voice.

"Aguamenti."

Water sprayed from the tip of the cherry wood wand onto the inattentive boy. He sputtered out of dream land and stood up with a glare on his face. "What the bloody hell do you think your doing, Snape!" he roared, as she cut the stream short. She smiled and tilted her head watching him with amusement. The young girl wanted so badly to laugh at the sopping wet Gryffindor. Biting her lip, her hand came up, covering her mouth as she tried to hold in the giggles that were forcing their way out of the orifice. Finally, unable to hold it any longer, the girl let them loose and they filled the empty corridor, bouncing off the walls and echoing. Her eyes closed as she doubled over, clutching at her stomach.

"Think that's funny do you?" Remus asked, stepping away from the wall and poking her side very childishly. Lilith squeaked and covered her mouth quickly looking at him with wide eyes. Mischief danced in his blue ones. "Oh, so your ticklish." He grabbed the shorter girl, holding her against his wet robes as he poked her over and over, forcing the girl to emit high pitched squeals of laughter.

"Oh, no! Stop! Please," she cried, bending over as she tried to get away from him but his arms were wrapped about her waist tightly.

He bent over and whispered in the Slytherin's ear almost silently, "No."

She was about to reply when she realized how close they were. Turning her head slightly, Lilith looked up at him with baited breath. His eyes found hers for a moment then glanced down at her lips before moving back up to her eyes. The Slytherin girl swallowed, unsure what was going to happen next. She knew what she wanted to happen. She knew it was wrong. But she wanted it so badly.

Lilith Snape wanted Remus Lupin to kiss her. She wanted him to snog her senseless.

His breathing grew ragged, and he leaned in closer, licking his dry lips. Obsidian eyes searched his face as she waited for him to get closer. He paused, his lips a hair away from her own. She could smell his breath. Usually that would be disgusting, but Lupin had nice smelling breath. It smelled of Earl Grey tea and chocolate. Smiling slightly, Lilith took the initiative and pushed her face a fraction closer to his. His eyes now searched her face, looking for doubt. The girl prayed to whatever was out there that there was none.

A water droplet that had clung to his hair dropped onto his nose suddenly and he jumped. And just like that the moment was gone. He pulled away as if she had burned him and jumping to the other side of the corridor, as if the space were a shield from her. That was the only reason she could think of for him to go that far. They usually walked side by side, discussing their day and laughing over simple things. Lilith stood watching him as he closed his eyes and ran a hand over his face.

"Lupin?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper. He looked up at her, torment clearly in his eyes.

"I shouldn't have done that. Li- Snape, it's late. We should probably get back to our dorms," he said, looking anywhere but at the girl.

Swallowing, Lilith nodded her head mutely. Picking up her dropped wand, she began down the hall only looking back once to see he had slumped down to the floor. "G-Goodnight, Lupin," she stuttered and left without an answer.

When Lilith finally made it to the Slytherin Commons, she walked past all the other students, even her boyfriend and his gaggle of friends. Confused and uncertain, the Prefect just wanted to go to sleep, and hope that maybe a certain Gryffindor would grace her dreams and finish what he started. Lilith, however, was in no such luck.

"Lilith!" called a silk voice not unlike her own. Lilith turned and forced a smile on her face as she faced her brother.

"Hi, Severus. What can I do you for?" the girl tried casually. Severus looked his sister up and down, seeing through the act she was putting up.

"Your late," he commented, brow quirked in a mirror expression of his sister's usual one. "Why's your shirt wet?"

"Huhn?" she asked, glancing down, only to notice that her shirt was indeed wet. It must have gotten that way when Lupin was tickling her. Blushing red, Lilith turned to head up to the bedroom she shared with the other fifth year girls.

"Lilith, you didn't answer," Severus called.

"I'm sorry, Sev. I'm really tired. I'll talk later," his twin called back, not really caring if he heard. Rushing up the stairs, Lilith made it to the room without any more distractions. The girl stripped off the wet uniform, pulled on her sleeping clothes and with a sigh, fell into bed, knocked out in a couple of minutes.

How idiotic could he be. Closing his eyes, he tried to let sleep come to him, but her eyes continued to pop up into his sight. Those dark eyes that pulled him in with the threat of obscurity. He barely knew the girl yet he was ready to shove his tongue down her throat. Even more, she was just Slytherin. Remus J. Lupin was a proud Gryffindor and he was hounding a Slytherin girl. A taken Slytherin girl. The Marauder's would be horrified. Sitting up in bed, he peaked around the curtains, making sure the rest of the Marauders were out before he got up, knowing it was no use in trying to find sleep's peaceful embrace. He would only be haunted by her all night. Grabbing his Transfiguration homework and a bar of chocolate, the boy headed downstairs to the commons.

Even as he went over the finished essay, his thoughts drifted to her. They would be dueling in class soon. With opposite houses. He could choose her as a partner. His lips pull up at the thought. He could watch her lithe figure all he wanted and no one could say a thing. Because he had too.

Shaking his head the boy groaned. "Really Remus? Lithe figure? She's Snape's sister," he growled at himself.

She doesn't look it and you know it. She's a gorgeous bird and at your disposal most of the times, came his thought reply. Growling to himself, Remus stood and shook his head again, pacing.

"I needed to do something. I need to get her off my mind," I said quietly, glancing at the stairs to make sure he hadn't woke anyone up.

You need to get her in your bed, came his decidedly lewd reply to himself via thoughts.

Merlin was he in deep shit.

The full moon came and went, with Avery stepping in for him. He was surprised when he learned that Lilith actually reprimanded her own boyfriend for being unfair to a couple of first years. Apparently he didn't take to kind to it.

The rumor mill that ran the story quickly throughout the school. Avery had found her and they had a heated argument in the library only to be kicked out by Madam Pince. There were yells of being influenced by Blood Traitors, aka Remus himself, and picking up unsavory habits. She had slapped him, and ended their relationship, only to be shoved against a wall and threatened.

When Remus saw her next, she looked less then herself, almost as if she too had a problem with the moon. Her skin looked paler than usual and her eyes were free of the mischievous glint they usually held. They were no longer shiny, but a dull black that almost looked gray.

She went the whole day without talking to the Gryffindor. Without once glancing his way. And when it was time for their patrol, she stayed as far from him as she could. Remus tried to convince himself that it wasn't his fault that the two had gotten into a fight. Tried to convince himself that there was no way that their almost kiss had triggered her want to break it off with Avery. It couldn't have been his fault. He hadn't done anything.

But that nagging voice in his head told him different. Because he almost kissed her. He should have just snogged her like a crazy man and let her stumble back to the common room in a daze. That way it would have been worth the trouble.

Shaking his head, he tried to think of a way to get his playful partner back. Maybe he could get her something. He had extra money saved from the year before. Nodding, he formulated a plan. Hogsmede weekend was tomorrow, and he could catch her on Sunday to go over some things. It would work, it had too, he assured myself, as he went about the rest of the day.

Remus Lupin had wanted to see her today. Which meant she had to turn down an invitation from Avery to go to the Three Broomsticks with him. Sure Lilith may hate him right now, he may be her ex, but she had to admit that Thomas Avery was sexy, and could snog like a god. It was what she needed, her reputation had dropped down with the break up, and she was lucky he wanted her back. With a quick lie about having detention with McGonagall, she was off the hook this time. He was understanding, okay with rescheduling the date. Okay with taking her back. With a sigh, she shook her head. The politics that went on in her house was still a mystery to her, but she played the game as well as any Pureblood could.

Entering the empty classroom, Lilith pulled on her sweater and looked around for him, but didn't see any form of life. If she just wasted a chance for an Olympic snog she was going to hex someone to oblivion.

"Lupin? she called out. A door off the side of the room opened, and he smiled, gesturing for her to follow him. Lilith raised a brow, feeling a little uncomfortable, but walked through the door. The place was a mess, with books littering every inch of the place. "What the hell is all this?"

"Huhn? Oh, sorry. It's a room I found in my third year. I use it when I wanna get away from everything. It's a hidden place, you have to know what your looking for to find it," he said distractedly. "Would you like a spot of tea? Water? Butterbeer?" Remus looked at the Slytherin, his eyes searching my face.

"Tea would be nice," she replied to him, glancing at some of the books as she moved them out of the way to sit down.

He walked over and handed her the tea cup, with a grin. She could smell the Earl Grey that was on his breath that day. "So I have something for you," he said after a few moments.

"You do?" she asked, brows raised. He grinned slyly and stood quickly, walking to the other side of the room.

Lilith watched him, confusion sweeping over her entire being. Something was different about him. He was standing taller, and walking with a skip in his step. He looked over and smirked.

"Close your eyes," came his happy command.

Lilith looked at him, untrusting. After taking a breath, she did as he said, letting her lids fall over her eyes.

Remus watched as her eyelashes fell onto her cheeks and grinned producing the flowers and box of chocolates from Honeyduke's. With a deep breath, he strolled over and held them out in front of her. "Open." Her eyes opened slowly and she looked at the flowers with confusion, her eyes sweeping past the gifts to look at him. "Well, take them."

She reached out her hand, taking the flowers first and then the chocolates, still looking confused. Sitting beside her, Remus gently placed a hand on her shoulder, forcing her to look at him. Smiling softly, he explained.

"I wanted to apologize for the other day. I obviously overstepped my boundaries, and I didn't want things to get awkward with us as they were the other day. You're a great person to talk with and I took advantage of that. I'm sorry. I hope we can go back to the way things were," the Gryffindor finished, feeling heat across his nose. He glanced up at her face and saw the small smile that awaited him.

"Thank you. No one's ever got me flowers before. Well except my friend, but we were practicing the charm to conjure them," she said with a quiet giggle. Grinning, Remus shrugged nonchalant.

"Well it's my pleasure to be your first." Quickly after saying it, his eyes snapped up to her and she was already blushing at the thought of what he had just said. His own blush spread and he looked away, grinding his teeth in frustration. "That came out wrong."

"It's okay," she said boldly, smirking a bit before finishing. "I've already had a first." His eyes snapped up to her and she was grinning. Before he could say anything else, she looked around and picked up a book. "So what is this about?"

His blue gaze stayed glued on her, unable to now get rid of the mental picture. Black hair spread out over white pillows, her mysterious eyes closed in pleasure, her body arching up under his hands. He was a teenage boy, it was bound to happen sooner or later. He could hear her silky voice moaning his name loudly.

"Lupin. Lupin? Remus!"

The boy snapped out of the day dream and blinked at her. "Yes?" he asked, trying to regulate his breathing. It was only then that the two realized how close they were. She was holding up a the book, Macbeth, trying to ask him something. He leaned over, eyes flicking to hers then back to the book. The sensation of her gaze weighed down on him as he read over the notes on the play. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore.

Removing the book from her hands, Remus leaned over and pressed his lips to hers, softly at first, wanting to be able to tell if he was rejected. The girl was still for a moment, and Remus was ready to back away and turn tail, when she returned the kiss with a passion. One hand cupped her face, as the other moved to brace itself on the couch behind her. Remus could feel her arms encircling his neck as she tried to get closer, something that made him smirk into the kiss. He felt her tongue brushing over his bottom lip, asking for entrance. He allowed the passing quickly, his growl mixing with her moan as their tongues began the duel from dominance. The wolf inside of him begged to be release, whined and scratched for his more instinctual urges to burst from it's cage. He wanted her. Much like how he had imagined her in the throws of ecstasy. And with that thought Remus pulled away from her roughly, leaving her at the other end of the couch, chest heaving, eyes darker than they were before.

Gulping, the Prefect stared at her reddened face and felt pride that he had left her breathless. He had left her wanting more. But he also left himself wanting to ravish her again. Her eyes stayed still on his face, and Remus would have given up chocolate for the rest of his life to know what she was thinking. "Lilith?"

She looked dazed almost. Slowly Remus reached out and touched her cheek. She jumped, coming out of her trance and blinked at him, before grinning. "If that's how every meeting with you is going to be, Lupin, I'll happily skip Hogsmede for the rest of my life."

A bark of laughter burst from his lips and she giggled along with him. Tenor and Soprano mixing beautifully. His hands found their way to her hair, feeling it for the first time. It was much like her voice, silky smooth to the touch and he softly smiled at her. "Call me Remus when we're alone," the boy told her and she nodded, looking at him through thick lashes.

"Okay Remus," she whispered, her voice making the name sound like that of a king. Remus groaned, leaning over to let his lips attacking hers once more.

AN

What do you think? Should I write a second chapter or leave it here. I might do it without your help to decide, but what do you think? ConstructCrit welcome, Flames not, Reviews are food!