Remus Lupin was cold.
Stalking through the alleys of books in the library, light-headed, hands a little shaky, he seeked the warmth he felt close by. As he turned a corner he saw her. Her black silky hair kept being pushed back angrily by her long hands, so apt at potions. Also apt at other things, under the potions tables.
She finally seemed to spot the book she was looking for, as Remus leaned on the opposite shelf, watching her crisp white blouse crinkle around her small back and soft breasts. His breathing slowed and deepened as she reached up for the book. One foot lifted and caught Remus' eye, for some reason the ankle high bootie and then smooth calf, and shapely knee, and soft thigh and... the green and black skirt of a sexy slitherin sixth year.
As her hand landed on the book, he advanced, and placed one hand on the bookshelf beside her hip, and the other on her own. She turned her head, mouth open and ready to yell, but stopped as her eyes found his. Her head spun and her hands moved to clench the shelf.
Her movement caused her back to arch and coincidently her bottom to press against his groin. He closed his eyes, inhaling her scent, his abilities allowing him to smell her arousal. His mouth nibbled on her neck, his hands reaching forward to unbutton her blouse, uncovering her shoulders. She sighed as his strong hands roamed over her shoulders, her neck, arms, stomach, breasts. He grabbed her and spun her around, his lips capturing hers in a dizzying and heated kiss, and her hands found their way in his trousers.
They both stumbled against the shelf, his body pressing against hers and his burning hands leaving marks. She pushed off the floor, her legs wrapping around his hips. When the two found what they were looking for, he let out a choked gasp, and her hand clenched his brown hair.
As the air grew more and more heated, the feel of her scorching body started eluding him, and he became more and more cold. Suddently, his eyes opened, and he was sitting in his bed, sheets wrapped around his legs, shivering and shaking.
"Shit..."
He let out a shaky laugh, and let his head fall in his hands.
"Goodness Moony, you should take advantage of that spirit during the day, girls would line up for you. And we'd sleep more than three weeks out of four."
The teasing voice came from James' bed.
"So who was your full-moon beauty this month, eh, so we can all dream we're you?"
"Claire. The slytherin, black hair..." he answered, chuckling.
Exclamations and snickers echoed from the other beds, as Remus fell back in his bed, the near-full moon shining on his grinning face.