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Lily slowly sat down looking at Bel wearily. "What is wrong with you?"
The small girl was lying on the table the same way a rag doll would after being thrown onto it. When she lifted her head to look up at her friend the image was worsened. She had large circles under her eyes almost looking like she had been punched in the eye.
"Bel! What's wrong with you?"
The girl groggily rubbed her eyes. "I couldn't sleep last night."
She wasn't lying. What she left out was that horrible nightmares were keeping her up. Images of people being horribly killed kept putting themselves in her dreams. Also, she could hear a tormented voice repeatedly saying, "I should have been there, why wasn't I there!" She had woken up multiple times crying, shuddering, and coated in sweat.
"Couldn't sleep?" she asked incredulously. "You look abused!"
Bel simply groaned before laying her head back down and Lily caught the hint. She cleared her throat. "You don't look that bad, honestly."
The girl lifted her head hopefully. "Really?"
Lily shrugged. "Of course, you know how I am, Bel. I am very observant. No one else will notice."
Lily's head was suddenly eclipsed by a messy haired be-speckled one. "Bel! Did someone punch you in the eye," James demanded as he leaned his tall frame over Lily like a blanket.
Bel groaned and laid her head back down.
Lily pushed James off with an annoyed squeal, her cheeks a light pink. "Potter! Never do that again!"
"Why?" James smelled himself. "I smell nice. In fact it's new cologne. You don't like it?" He ruffled his hair.
She glared at him. "Your smell is hardly the problem you pitiful excuse for a wizard."
"Excuse me. Just because you're in denial of your love for me does not mean you should go as so low to insult my wizarding skills," he retorted as he sat next to Lily amid her protests.
"Love! Bah!" she tried to laugh at the thought of it but her cheeks were still turning a shade of red. It was obvious she was relieved when James directed his next comment towards Bel.
"The circles under your eyes are horrible. Haven't you been sleeping?"
Without lifting her head she grabbed her quidditch bag that was sitting next to her and threw it at him. He easily caught it. "I'm fine."
He raised an eyebrow and looked at Lily who simply shrugged. "Alright, if you insist." As he stood to leave he said a short greeting to Frank Longbottom, who had been sitting next to Lily before James had arrived. He then returned to his normal seat across from Sirius a short ways down.
As students slowly trickled in Lily and Bel made small talk about classes. Lily kept glancing at James and Sirius who kept staring in their direction.
Finally everyone was eating breakfast when Frank turned and asked, "Bel, you took notes during Astronomy on Wednesday, right? Could I possibly copy them?" He smiled.
"Well I have no problem with you copying them," Bel said honestly. "I'm just not sure how good they are. I wasn't paying very close attention."
He nodded his head. "Ya, neither was I. I would usually ask Remus but he's been sort of scary lately."
Frank Longbottom took a drink from his goblet and suddenly James and Sirius were wide eyed, climbing onto the table yelling, "No!"
Everyone stared at Frank wondering what the Marauders had done now. He just looked dazed for a moment before he said, "I think Remus Lupin is an idiot. Lily Evans is a know it all."
Lily gasped and someone yelled. "Merlin! Not another Veritaserum!"
Frank stood up, and despite the comment everyone kept listening. "I never do homework for McGonagall's class because I think it's pointless. My mother still sings me to sleep because I'm scared of the dark." Alice Gerber attempted to inch behind him, trying to get to her seat for breakfast. Sadly Frank saw her and turned and grabbed her. "I love Alice Gerber! I've been trying to muster up enough courage to ask her out!" Alice squealed as Frank quickly and roughly tried to kiss her, but all he did was smash there noses together. They each cried out in pain before McGonagall pulled them apart and Professor Pulchrum looked at Alice's nose.
"Oh please don't worry my dear, I'm sure Madam Pomfrey will mend it right up," he then escorted her out followed by McGonagall escorting Frank who was still shouting nonsense.
"Mary stuffs her shirt with tissue to impress Sirius!"
"Alright that's enough out of you, Longbottom. Also, we're going to have a talk about your homework."
Sirius suddenly stood and looked at Mary who looked like she was about to die from the blood rushing to her head. "Oi Mary! It worked." All the tables erupted with laughter.
Before the black haired boy could sit Professor Slughorn cleared his throat and said, "I need to speak with you and Mr. Potter. Now."
Bel was walking with Mary to Astronomy, the last class of the day, as Mary told her what everyone was saying about this morning.
"Jeanette Hamilton said she heard Frank and James arguing on Sunday, so a load of people are saying that James was getting even. But Partridge Patterson says Sirius Black was going to ask out Alice Gerber but then Frank told the boys he was going to ask her and that's why they spiked his drink."
Isabel rolled her eyes and adjusted her bag. "That is very unlikely," she said trying not to sound annoyed. "Plus I already spoke to Peter. James was just trying to put it in Lily's drink but accidentally put it in Frank's."
Mary immediately looked crestfallen. "Oh, another try at getting her to say she fancies him." She saw Sarah Reynolds and excused herself from Bel.
As Mary hurriedly scuttled away Bel rolled her eyes once more before being pushed aside as Lucious and the Lestranges waltzed by. She was prepared to flinch but they just kept walking to Astronomy as if they hadn't noticed her. Maybe they hadn't? Just to be safe she counted to ten before continuing behind them.
Once in class she frowned to find the seat next to hers empty. Alice had been gone all day. Feeling a little lonely she sat in her seat and waited for class to start. As students walked in they complained about having class during their free period, considering class was normally only Wednesday's at midnight instead of Tuesday evening before free time. But Professor Sinistra said she needed to give the class a last minute assignment for tomorrow.
"Stop complaining," the young Professor said as she stepped out of her office and into the classroom. "You are already in sixth year, act accordingly." The room quickly became silent as Sinistra wrote on the board. "You and your partner will be doing this assignment for the next half hour. What ever is incomplete is homework. I want a paper from each person and please do not just duplicate one paper, Mr. Davies. This is due at the beginning of class tomorrow."
Bel was about to raise her hand and point out she was partner less when someone on there side of the room called out, "Professor. My partner is absent."
Sinistra looked over at the other person and then looked over at Bel whose hand was in mid-air. "Well Mr. Lupin you can work with … Ms. Potter." Bel let out annoyed breath. She had had Sinistra since first year and the Professor always had to pause before remembering her name.
Then it struck her who Sinistra had just said was her new partner. "Remus?"
"Yes you two can work together for this assignment. Hurry and move seats Lupin."
Bel could feel her ears turning red as she saw his tall lanky figure stand and gather his things before moving towards her.
Bel noticed how slowly he moved towards her as if he was an old man who had been sitting for too long. He dropped his things on the table like an unbearable weight and he seemed out of breath from such an easy walk. He pulled out the seat and slowly sat with a groan. Finally he turned and looked at her with a tired smile. "Hello, Bel."
Hearing her name from his lips she felt blood rush to her cheeks. "Hello Re- Lupin." Remus hand moved to rub his forehead and he quickly looked away.
They worked quickly and effectively throughout the class and Bel kept noticing Remus' side ways glances. She wasn't sure if it was just from the angle of her peripherals but he looked pained like he was trying to stop an unstoppable force. Other then that they made minimal eye contact and spoke briefly until five minutes before class was over.
"How much trouble are James and Sirius in?"
Remus was putting his books away as he said, "Nothing a detention for three days can't solve. Of course McGonagall handled it."
"Of course," Bel sighed and looked down, "Quidditch game coming up. Can't have detention ruining practice time."
Remus looked at her. "You seem disappointed."
Bel looked at him startled. "No, no! I just…" She was disappointed actually. She was hoping practice would have to be cancelled. Then at least she would have an excuse for not playing up to James standards.
"You're tired," Remus finished.
Bel nodded not wanting to explain.
"I understand how you feel," Remus said leaning on an elbow.
"Are you sick?"
Remus seemed to wince at her voice, like she had screamed. He took several minutes to reply his whole body tensing. "Yes," he spoke breathlessly.
She went to reach out and touch him, but the Professor's voice rang out excusing them from class and he stood up and all but fled from the room. She stared after him, wondering what she did wrong. After the majority of the class had left she realized she needed to get down to the pitch or else James would have her head for not being early.
Bel quickly grabbed her bag and walked out of the room then down the tower. When she got into the bottom corridor she felt something hit the edge of her left thigh and her messenger bag become increasingly light. She looked down to see a gaping whole in the bottom of her bag and all her things on the floor.
The Lestranges and Lucious laughed as they walked by her, Rabastan tucking his wand in his pocket.
She let out a tired sigh, "Back to normal I see." She kneeled down and tried to pick up her things quickly.
"They usually do this to you, then?" Remus kneeled down next to her and helped pick up her books.
"I thought you left," she asked, avoiding the question.
"I'll take that as a yes, but I don't want to talk about it," Remus smiled at her with that tired smile. He still looked like it was taking all his energy just to speak. Yet her heart still thumped away at a crazy pace.
He blinked his golden brown eyes, that seemed to look into her, very slowly and his sandy brown hair looked like it always did, a little too long and slightly messy. Faint lines on his face added to the tired look, making Remus look older. Had he always had those lines?
She gave him an embarrassed smile before realizing she was staring at him. She quickly looked away and noticed Melissa Hart walking by. "Oh Merlin," she grabbed her books from Remus and began jogging away. "Thanks Lupin!"
Bel didn't even notice Remus' look of utter relief as she left.
* * *
Miranda Hart did a sloth grip roll as Arthur Anderson sent a bludger flying her way.
"Good!" James yelled. "Good move Hart!"
Her twin Melissa was leaning on her broom next to James. "Potter I love spending an hour with you and all, but why are we playing kill the Harts with bludgers?"
"We aren't playing that," James said exasperated. "We are playing kill the chaserwith the bludgers."
She gave him a look. "Then how come you're not up there?"
"I'm getting there I just want to see what you and your sister are bringing to the table. Then I can do ten times better so you'll get frustrated and do your utmost to out do me." James looked at her to see her face red.
"As if Potter! No way am I going to let you under my skin!" Melissa turned, her light brown hair trailing behind her.
He laughed before whistling to McKenzie, who quickly flew over. "Go practice with her, she's all fired up and will probably dodge everything you hit at her. Try a Bludger Backbeat."
He looked at James with a raised eyebrow. "I can hardly do that and if I do get it right I could kill her."
"Thomas my boy," James said wrapping his arm around his shoulder and walking towards Melissa. "Do you know who we are playing tomorrow?"
"Slytherin."
"Precisely! Now they play dirty, hard, and good. To beat them we need to be at the top of our game. Meaning chasers need to expect every hit coming at them; beaters need to throw everything they've got; but most importantly our seeker and keeper need to give it there all. Now I'm setting it up so that you and Arthur are helping out the Harts so that they can help you. Then I'm going to give Bel a pep talk and then practice my scoring while helping Tyson. Got it?"
McKenzie just shook his head, got on his broom and flew over towards Melissa.
James smirked. "Good boy."
"I can do that," Bel said flying lazy circles around Tyson.
"Just don't fall. We sort of need you tomorrow."
Bel ignored the comment and flew forward. Once getting her balance she did a sloth grip roll then let her hands go so she was holding on by her legs. She flew over towards Tyson, returning to circling him.
The older boy laughed. "Alright now play patty cake with me."
"Why do I always come into conversations at the wrong time," James groaned. He hovered so he was eye level with Bel, whose blood was rushing to her head, while tossing a quaffle at her. "Having fun?"
She almost dropped it. "….mmm I'm not sure yet."
"Tyson lets practice," he nodded and flew over to the scoring area. Bel tossed James the quaffle before sitting up right on her broom before they both slowly hovered toward the scoring area. "Bel I'm supposed to give you a pep talk about tomorrow."
Nerves rose in her stomach. "Oh?"
"Yes and I'm going to start off by saying Regulas plays just as dirty as a pile of mud looks. Don't let him make you think otherwise." He paused and threw the quaffle into a goal. "Pay attention Taylor! I can double task!"
He turned back to Bel. "Be carful, Bel. That lot has seemed to have gotten more dangerous over Christmas break."
Yes, I noticed.
"Now, I've been watching Regulas at practice. He-"
"You've been sneaking in on there practices?" Bel blurted out.
James caught the quaffle that Taylor threw at him. "Yes, but not the point. My point is, is that he doesn't do anything at practice. He knows he's good and…. thinks he's going to beat you in the first ten minutes."
Bel frowned. James had been on verge of saying 'knows he's going to beat you' instead of 'thinks'. She knew he already doubted her. Actually she had known for the past month. James had spoken about nothing but how great Regulas was. It was very disheartening.
"That's his down fall though. If you start off strong you'll throw him off. So- Good save Tyson!" he yelled before returning to his first conversation. "So, just, go and practice catching the snitch for the rest of practice, alright?"
"Alright." James flew forward quickly snatching the quaffle out of the air.
* * *
It was freezing outside but it didn't stop Sirius from celebrating when James threw the quaffle past Flint winning another 10 points for his team. They were now in the lead, 360 to 350. "Ya, Flint put that in your pumpkin juice! Ha, ha!"
"Bloody good game," Gideon said elbowing Sirius.
Sirius took a deep breath and grinned. "I love the smell of Slytherins losing." Everyone laughed and then cheered louder as Bel flew past the Gryffindor tower like lightening, Regulas right on her heals. "Woo! Go Potter! Teach that pounce how to catch a snitch!"
"Bel is playing excellent today!" Someone shouted.
And she had. Bel had immediately caught eye of the snitch and flew after it like the hounds of Hades were chasing her. The little Potter had been holding on to the lead for the past three hours as the rest of her team had struggled to take the lead in points. But she could just not manage to catch the snitch because Bel could not predict which way it was going in the slightest.
"Where's Lupin?" Gideon asked re-wrapping has gold scarf, the wind messing up his red hair.
"Sick," Sirius responded, not taking his eyes from the game. "He has astronomy tonight and doesn't want to miss it so he thought it would be best to get some rest."
Miranda flew up trying to get away from the 3 Slytherin chasers who thought they had her caught but at the last minute she threw it straight down to Melissa who sped down the field next to James. She threw it to James who quickly returned it as she flew into the scoring area. It was a magnificent play that was sadly ruined by Flint whacking it away with the back of his broom. It went straight into the hands of Malfoy who tore down towards Tyson.
Malfoy zig zagged up the field giving enough time for Miranda and Melissa to get on either side of him. James zoomed up behind him thinking to squish Malfoy in but he quickly shot up and threw it up the field to Harrison who threw it past Tyson. The Slytherin tower roared with cheers.
Sirius groaned. James was going to rant about that play tonight. "Oi! It wasn't that great of a play!" he yelled at the Slytherins knowing they couldn't hear him.
Regulas moved to the left, but Bel quickly moved in front of him. She heard him yell in frustration. She had been denying him any sort of pass since the game started and he was agitated beyond belief.
She was about to reach forward for a swipe at the snitch but pulled her arm back and made an immediate right just as the snitch did. Regulas zoomed past them and she could faintly hear cheers in the distance. The golden ball went up in an arch then dove down at an angle going left before pulling up and heading for the Slytherin Goal posts. Bel reached out as it was more or less staying on a straight path. She could feel her broom tilting forward and new that if she leaned to forward anymore she was going to tip over but she was willing to do so to catch the damned thing.
If Bel caught this snitch James would be proud of her.
She quickly dove down as a bludger was knocked her way. Isabel quickly recovered and continued her pursuit until she found herself, again, leaning over her broom to the point of tipping. This time the snitch had gone much higher.
He'll be so proud of me.
The girl could feel the tickle of the golden feathers as her hand came closer. The broom tipped forward drastically and she knew these last centimeters would send her head first. Quickly she leaned forward, her broom tipping and as her hand was about to snatch the snitch, a green sleeve casually flew by and enveloped it.
No.
It was gone. The snitch and her chance to make him proud. All gone. Taken in the sleeve of Regulas' attire.
A Plumpton Pass.
Before she could fall completely off she grabbed the end of her broom with one hand, dangling there. She could hear the cheers of the Slytherins and the announcer declaring Slytherin as the victors even though Gryffindor had just taken a forty point lead. She debated on just letting go now.
Bel pulled her broom down and straddled it before flying in big lazy circles, not wanting to go down and meet her team mates. Why would she? She had just lost the game for them.
"Regulas Black wins the game for Slytherin. Final score, Slytherin 510. Gryffindor 400."
Too add to the cold weather it started to rain.
* * *
"Can anyone tell me what tomorrow is?" Sinistra asked as she collected assignments.
"The full moon," everyone answered.
"Good, good. You're listening to me in class." She set the papers down and began to talk but Bel wasn't listening.
All she could think about was what she could have done better. How could she have lost that? How could she lose the lead she had on Regulas? How could she let victory slip through her fingers? The rest of class was just like this. Bel sat with her head down and didn't hear a word of what was going on she just sat there and thought.
When class was over she descended from the tower where the head of houses were there to escort the students to there commons at such a late hour.
Bel grimaced.
The last thing she wanted to see was McGonagall. So Bel waited till all of the Gryffindors were grouped by her and stood in the back as she did a quick head count before heading to the seventh floor.
There were quiet mumbles but mostly everyone was too tired too speak.
Bel noticed once more that Remus looked absolutely horrible as he walked near the front of the group. Still she couldn't help but watch him with infatuated eyes. He walked like he had yesterday; tired, old, and like it took every muscle and all his will just to walk a few steps. His tall lanky figure seemed small and gaunt with the way he carried himself. Bel feared he would tip over and break at any second. Who would help her pick him up like he had had helped pick up her books yesterday?
Bel stopped walking.My book.
She opened her mouth to tell McGonagall but after a second thought she simply turned and headed back to the tower.
Once reaching the portrait of the Fat lady McGonagall said the password and counted heads as they walked tiredly in. "13, 14, 15, -. Where is my 16th?"
Remus stopped in mid step through.
The Professor sighed heavily. "I better go check the halls."
Guilt pressed at his chest for the woman. She looked very tired. "Professor, I could go check the halls for you. If you don't mind."
She hesitated, measuring her level of fatigue. Finally she smiled and sighed. "Alright Lupin, thank you."
* * *
Bel sighed as she looked at the trap door leading to the classroom.
Closed.
"She closed up, bloody quick." With another sigh Bel turned around and readjusted her bag feeling even more miserable. Her book would just have to wait till next week. Though, how she would get the homework done she didn't really know but she'd figure it out.
"Alone at last," Bel turned to see Lucious leaning against a wall looking at her with a very discomforting look.
"I'm going to find a way to get you, get you so it really hurts him."
Without thinking she turned and started to run. Lucious caught her and grabbed her by the back of the neck. She almost screamed as he pulled her back into his chest so hard it knocked the wind out of her. He wrapped his arms around her, beginning to drag her back down the hall.
"No!" Bel kicked and tried desperately to get away, but Lucious held on. He threw her into a wall face first and turned around. His face was completely calm as Malfoy grabbed her arms and held them against the wall. "L-Let me go!"
He let go of one of her hands just to strike her across the face with a closed hand. When he spoke his voice was steady and unaffected by Bel's struggles. "I told you, Potter. I told you and yet here you are, walking around at night by yourself." Lucious laughed. "You want this."
Bel screamed.
* * *
Remus head ached so much it was as if a shrill noise was ringing in his ears. He was regretting this favor more and more every minute.
This week had been very tiring for Remus. Everyday he had woken up and felt this beastly need to quench a need he had never felt would take over him. Yet it had almost taken over him many times the past three months the week of the full moon. It took all of Remus energy just too calmly walk from point A to point B without letting this primal instinct take over. But this week had been the worst.
Remus had a theory for this but he didn't want to even think it, but denial wouldn't save anyone.
This week he had been around Bel.
Not necessarily speaking to her, but she seemed to be every where he was. And every time she was there, a craving took over him completely and he could hardly look at her let alone speak to her. Whoever was in charge of his life must hate him to make him sit next to her in class as a partner.
The shrill noise became louder, like a scream. Remus grabbed his head and even had to stop walking to hold in the need.
When the scream-like shrill happened again, he noticed it echoed, like someone was screaming further down the hall. The screaming was pulling him closer, his need inflaming just like it had yesterday during Astronomy.
Remus eyes became wide at the realization that someone was screaming down the hall and that person was Isabel Potter. Remus found his legs taking him down the hall at a sprint as he called, "Bel!"
Remus could feel the image and need to take her, have his way with her. Violently.
* * *
Bel was thrown against the wall and a curtain of white in front of her eyes. A hand struck her across the cheek. Slowly, she could feel the collar of her shirt pulled at and Lucious cold hands brushed against her skin.
She gasped. "What are you doing?"
He didn't answer he just lowered his lips to her neck to kiss it. "N-No stop!" She tried to put up a good fight but she was so much smaller then Lucious, barely meeting his shoulders and half his weight. Even if she was a larger size she was still so tired. He had hit her repeatedly and the pain in her body and face slowed her movement. Her head was pounding from pain and from her constant sobbing and tears.
"You played awful today," Lucious whispered in her ear. "How could you just lose the game for your team? They were winning and you just gave the snitch to Black. And then you couldn't even confront your team or anyone else in the stands, not even your brother. I saw how you waited till most everyone was gone and then flew off. You're so pathetic."
Violently he tugged at her shirt ripping the buttons. His hands grabbed her neck cutting of oxygen. As she attempted to breath, clawing at his hands, Lucious looked at her like he was interested at the reaction, like it was new. Or it was an interesting picture of a girl with a bleeding face and ripped clothing being choked.
"Impossible," Lucious mumbled. "If your brother doesn't notice this he's stupider then I thought."
Anger bubbled above her desperation and she kicked Lucious where it would hurt most. He let go of her and clutched his crotch. Bel fell to the floor and gasped, trying to suck in as much air as she possibly could. Then quickly she crawled away.
"Don't you run away from me you bitch!" he growled getting up and walking over to her. He grabbed her hair and flipped her over before straddling her hips and hitting her face again and again.
"No," she cried trying to stop his hands. "Stop! Stop!" She lifted her head to get up but his hand connected with her cheek sending her head back to the ground with a bang. She saw stars and a fuzzy feeling surrounded her. Bel could feel Lucious hands on her.
"Bel!" Someone called down the hallway.
Lucious growled and reluctantly got up. Bel blinked and he was gone.
"Bel!" The voice was very close and she wanted to call out but she was so tired. "Bel!"
Someone stopped in front of her, ten steps away. "Bel!"
The voice sounded tired and pained, just like hers. The person sounded like they were holding back an unstoppable force. She groaned. "Remus?"
He swallowed audibly and lost his breath. "Wha- are you ok?" he panted.
With an effort, Bel sat up and leaned against the wall, her vision still blurry. She raised her head and smiled at him, blood running down her chin. "I-I I'm fi-" she seemed to choke on the word, "fine." She looked down at herself and knew that was a lie. She had to hold her shirt to keep from exposing herself and she quickly took note that her skirt was slightly raised and her under garments pulled down mid thighs. Readjusting her clothes she prayed Remus wouldn't notice.
Remus leaned on his knees and tried to stop the heavy breathing but it seemed to be ripping from his chest with a force. A want was grinding against his body, crushing his bones…and his will. His heart beat became faster, and faster, and faster, and faster.
Bel's vision cleared just to watch Remus collapse. "Eh?! Remus!" Leaning forward she came to a halt as pain caused her to reel backwards. "R-Re-Remus?"
Suddenly Remus form rose. He seemed disoriented for a moment before catching her eyes. The pupils of his eyes seemed to zero in on her and he hurriedly walked forward, put his hand under her arms, than lifted her. Bel winced and regretted it. If Remus saw her in pain he would tell James. She mentally slapped her forehead, you look horrible, you're reactions won't stop him from saying something.
"Remus," she said quietly. "Please, you can't tell him. Don't tell- ah!" Remus quickly pushed himself against her, squishing her against the wall. "H-h-hurts."
A fire lit up inside her when Remus slammed his lips against hers. It hurt so bad and sent a feeling of unease through her. Isabel had always wanted to kiss Remus, always wanted to know what it would be like, and this was never ever what she thought it would be like. She didn't know if it was shock or something else but she didn't move. Maybe that something else was the arousal that quickly built up in her.
He bit her already split and bruised lip causing her to cry out but all he did was take the opportunity to force his tongue in her mouth and explore. A intense heat erupted inside her when she felt his hands slide up her shirt and grabbing her hips, rubbing himself against her. It wasn't until then that she began to struggle, because she felt something poke her stomach and she wasn't as naïve to think it was his wand. But the struggling just seemed to excite him further and he placed one of his long legs in between both of hers as he pulled her up so her feet couldn't reach the floor.
She ripped her mouth away from his and he growled a loud menacing growl. He stared at her with a primal look that was stripped of all humanity. It was purely animalistic. It scared her. No that was an understatement but she couldn't find a word to express the fear; the fear that came to her when she realized that, in some way shape or form, this was not Remus Lupin. This, this was someone… or something entirely different.
The heat seemed to intensify and close in on her, covering her. The feeling of unease mixed with pleasure turning into a seering heat that enveloped her and made every bone in her body shake and every muscle quiver with fear and desperate need. The rush of emotion was like something toxic and delicious.
Breath came from her mouth more frantically as Remus leaned down and lapped at her neck and his hands moved to her chest then back down to her hips. He let his hands past her skirt and then under it.
"Remus," she cried. "What are you doing? Stop!" When his hand inched up her thigh she shivered and he growled again sending waves of pleasure through her pelvis. She was enjoying herself despite the pain, in fact the pain might have been increasing it; but he was scaring her, this feeling was scaring her. "Please! Stop!"
He growled and then quickly moved away. Next thing she knew she was sitting on the floor, her head was pounding painfully and she felt as if someone had covered her in layers and layers of clothing. It was so unbearably warm. She could see three figures. One was trying to pull away from the other two, who were gripping it from the shoulders and arms. The figures were just a mixture of color. Light brown, dark brown, black, red, gold, white.
Then nothing.