Poor Remus. The guy has some of the worst luck in the world. Which is why I had to write a fanfic where he finally gets his heart's desire. But not yet. ;)

Please review- I would love to know what you liked or didn't like about this story as I go along, and if there's anything you want to see happen, let me know. This is a work in progress. Hope you enjoy!

Remus was awoken from a deep sleep by a soft sound next door. He frowned and rolled over, trying desperately to fall back asleep; he'd been having a very nice dream, one where Jesilynn had agreed to be his bride and was serving him very rare steaks for dinner every day. He smacked his lips happily- he did love his steak rare and bloody.

Another sound made him sit straight up in his bed. His hearing was better than most people's (he had the wolf to thank for that) and he was absolutely certain he had just heard a whimper. He sat very still, straining his ears, and heard the sound a third time. Pulling back the covers, he climbed out of bed, pulling his pajama pants on and slipping out into the hallway. The sound was coming from Jesilynn's room.

He knocked softly, and heard a sniffle and a gasp as Jesilynn realized someone was at her door. "Jesilynn?" he called, trying to keep his voice down so as not to wake Sirius down the hall. "Is everything alright?"

Several long moments passed before the door cracked open. He started in surprise when he saw the tears streaking Jesilynn's cheeks. She was dressed in a flowing white nightgown, and her brown curls were loose around her shoulders. She looked very vulnerable and small. "What's wrong?" he asked, concern showing in his eyes.

She avoided looking at him, playing with the doorknob. "Um, I just had a nightmare." She tried a watery smile. "I'm sorry I woke you up. I was trying to be quiet."

Remus shook his head. "What was it about?" he asked. When she shook her head, he said, "Stay here. I'll be right back."

He disappeared back into his room, returning with a giant slab of chocolate, which he handed to Jesilynn with a timid smile. "This always makes me feel better," he explained. She smiled and broke off a piece, chewing thoughtfully. Suddenly, she turned and walked back over to her bed, patting the covers beside her. "Sit down," she invited, breaking off another piece of chocolate and holding it out to him.

Remus, unable to resist the pull of chocolate, found himself sitting next to her as they shared the candy bar. He realized suddenly that he didn't feel at all awkward.

Jesilynn smiled, her brown curls tumbling over her shoulders in a beautiful cascade. Remus realized that he was staring, and looked away, embarrassed. She laughed, placing a soft hand on his thigh. He swallowed.

"I have these dreams a lot," she said slowly. "I hate them. They started when I was really young- ten or so. Sirius knows about them, that's why he came to sit with me the other night. I promise, I don't mean to be a bother."

"You're not," Remus breathed. He felt desire rising like a warm coil in his stomach. He tried to calm his heartbeat.

Jesilynn noticed the vein in his neck fluttering. Without thinking, she leaned in and pressed her lips to it, feeling his pulse race at the light touch. He let out a soft groan, and Jesilynn sat back, surprised at her own actions. He was staring at her, his eyes troubled, but she could see lust in their depths. She tucked a curl behind her ear nervously. "I'm sorry," she apologized.

There was a pause, and suddenly, his soft lips were on hers. Jesilynn felt her head tip back as he wrapped a hand in her curls, his other arm slipping around her waist. She let him pull her to him, her heart pounding in her ears as he kissed her gently.

When he began placing soft kisses down her neck, she sighed. He sat back quickly at the sound and bit his lip. "I'm sorry, Jesilynn, I didn't mean to-"

She laid a finger on his lips, silencing him. "Why are you apologizing?" she asked. She reached for his hand, bringing it up to rest on her hip.

She could feel his fingers shaking through the thin fabric of her nightgown. "Y-you're a p-pureblood," he stammered finally. "I'm n-not-"

Jesilynn laughed. "You think I care about something as stupid as blood? I'm related to Sirius, remember?"

He grimaced. "Your family wouldn't want you around someone- someone like me," he finished lamely, refusing to meet her eyes. He sounded sad.

Jesilynn leaned in to kiss him. "I don't give a damn what my family thinks," she murmured against his lips.

Remus was having a hard time putting words together at this point, much less speaking. Jesilynn's light fingers were running over his bare chest, making him shiver as she traced his scars. "What are these from?" she asked curiously, skimming her fingertips along a deep mark on his left side that stretched from his rib to his hip.

Remus swallowed. He knew he had to explain, had to be honest with her, but he didn't want her to stop touching him like that. He closed his eyes in enjoyment for a brief moment as she waited patiently for his answer. Finally, he reached up and took her hands in his. "Jesilynn, you don't want me," he said thickly. "I'm too old. I'm poor- I have nothing to offer you."

She was staring at him with hurt in her eyes. He sighed. "It's too dangerous, anyway."

She frowned. "Dangerous? Don't tell me you're afraid my family will be upset? I told you, I don't care-"

"I'm a werewolf," he said bluntly, interrupting her.

His heart broke as she sat back abruptly, her eyes wide. "What?"

He stood up, seeming unsurprised by her reaction. "Please don't tell anyone," he pleaded, resigned to losing her friendship. "It's hard enough to find a job as it is."

"What are you talking about?" She was gazing up at him from her place on the bed, confusion and fear visible on her face.

"I shouldn't have bothered you," he said, and before she could protest, he was gone.

The next two days were awkward as Jesilynn and Remus avoided each other as much as they could within the confines of the Black mansion. Sirius knew the full moon was close, and attributed Remus' distraction to worry about his transformation. He tried to talk to him over drinks one night, after Jesilynn had gone to bed, but his friend was tight-lipped and unwilling to discuss whatever was bothering him.

"Moony, she won't care," Sirius insisted. "Jesi's a sweet girl, she'll understand. It's nothing to be embarrassed about."

Remus snorted. Sirius had no idea just how much Jesilynn did care.

"Fine then," Sirius said firmly. "I'll talk to her." He made to stand up, but Remus reached out to grab his arm. "Don't," he begged. When Sirius raised an eyebrow, Remus sighed and ran a hand through his graying hair. "She already knows."

Sirius frowned, sitting back down in his chair. "What? How?"

"I told her."

Sirius narrowed his eyes. "When did this happen?"

Remus proceeded to relate the events of two nights ago, ending with his confession about his lycanthropy. "She seemed freaked out," he finished.

Sirius was gaping at him. "You kissed her?" he asked loudly, completely missing the point.

Remus punched his arm. "I'm being serious. That doesn't matter. It won't happen again. She's afraid of me now."

Sirius' eyes widened. "You finally kiss a girl and you're worried about her being afraid of you? Moony, you need to tell her how you feel!"

"She knows!" Remus was exasperated. "It doesn't matter; I told you."

"It does matter," Sirius insisted. "Jesi's a sweet kid. She'll overlook it."

"She hasn't so far," Remus muttered into his bottle of butterbeer.

"Because you've been avoiding her as if she were the full moon!" Sirius spluttered. "I'm telling you, I've never seen you look at a girl the way you look at her. I've known you for going on twenty years, now, Moony. You have to at least try." When Remus frowned, he asked, "Does she feel the same way?"

A hot blush crept up Remus' neck, and Sirius smirked. "She does," he said, answering his own question.

"I don't-"

"You know," Sirius said confidently. "Did she tell you? What'd she say?"

"She didn't say anything," Remus said miserably. When Sirius quirked an eyebrow, he looked down at his feet and muttered something.

"Eh?" Sirius leaned towards him.

"I could smell it on her," came Remus' whispered response.

When Remus looked up, Sirius was grinning. "I forgot, you have the nose of a bloodhound," he said happily. "You could smell her attraction, then?"

Remus buried his face in his hands, unable to believe that they were talking about her in such a crude manner. "Yes," he admitted. Sirius let out a sound between a whoop and a laugh, and Remus shushed him. "It's not funny!"

"Couldn't exactly hide yours, either, could you, mate?" Sirius teased. "Even a virgin like her would have noticed what you were trying to conceal in your pants!"

"What good does it do me?" Remus shot back, visibly frustrated. "So I'm attracted to her! That doesn't make up for the fact that I'm sick- not to mention dangerous- once a month, that I can't hold down a job, that I'm poor as a result-"

Sirius snorted. "She's got the Black fortune, mate. Who cares?"

Remus frowned at him. "You think they'll hand her a ton of cash if she married a half-blood werewolf?"

Sirius shrugged, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Elope, then."

Remus buried his face back in his hands. "You're not helping."

Sirius considered him for a moment, before saying consolably, "Moony, old friend, it'll all turn out fine in the end. It will. Quit worrying. Now, you need to take your potion, because it's starting to get dark out, looks like." When Remus sat up quickly, worry plastered across his face, Sirius patted his arm. "Don't worry, I'll take care of her. Everything will be fine."

Remus just nodded, trusting his friend.