Disclaimer: Ok, this is the story of Snow White...Twisted a bit and shoved into the realm of Harry Potter. The seven dwarfs are not dwarfs, and JK. Rowling owns all of them. Whoever wrote Snow White owns that tale. I am only claiming her, because she, even though taken from Snow White, is owned by me. Her name is not Snow White, but seeing as how they have no name for her, they incidentally call her Snow. Anyway, the plot, or things that didn't happen in Snow White or Harry Potter, are mine. Oh, and there is no wicked step-mother...but there is someone who wants her dead. These things seem longer when I have to tell about two stories I don't own.

Authors Note: Bear with me through all this. I don't have spell check. This is a Remus/OFC fanfiction. And it may seem a bit dark at times, but that's just the way I want to write this. Oh, and...please review!

Chapter 10: The First Night CONT.

Remus stared at her for a few minutes, not saying anything. He was in shock. His brain could not find anything in particular to say that wouldn't make him sound stupid.

"Remus?"

"Sorry." He mumbled, sitting back with half of the deck of cards in his hand. The other half were already dealt. Four cards sat in front of Snow.

"Are you going to answer me?"

"I would if I knew how..." Remus cleared his throat, running his fingers through his hair. The memories of the massage he gave her came flooding back into his mind. He regretted ever doing that. It gave her ideas, and he couldn't do this to a little girl. 'Little girl? Remus, she's 21.'

"Just say yes or no."

"When did you become so..." He couldn't find the words to say what he wanted. When did she become so sexy, so beautiful, so desirable?

Snow grinned, not exactly sure she could give an answer to what he was going to say. She didn't even know she was so brave. But, being in a dark house, surrounded by Remus so much, it brought out what she actually wanted. And she got what she wanted.

Snow is going to be alone with Remus for the majority of her time. She knew it was going to be hard to keep her hands to herself...and now she just didn't care. She'd let her hands roam, anywhere.

"I'm tired of everyone being so uptight about this Lucius thing. It's not that I'm not worried, I am...It's just...I can't look over my shoulder all my life. I can't dwell on the fact that he's still out there. This isn't going to ruin my life."

Remus nodded, but still couldn't fathom why she wanted to play...strip poker with him.

"I agree with you but-"

"C'mon. It will be fun. It isn't as though we have to get married if we see each other without a shirt on or something. Stop acting like it's a big deal."

Remus stared at her, his green eyes wide. When did she become so hot?

"I just don't think-"

"Stop thinking, Remus. Of all the people in the world, you are the MAIN one that needs to lighten up. Now, finish dealing."

"Four of a kind." Remus said, grinning as if he had won. His shirt had been shed, leaving only his undershirt.

Snow, on the other hand was without socks, pants, or her over shirt. She hadn't realized how bad she was at Poker until now. But, her new hand was better than Remus' at least.

"Full house. C'mon, off with the shirt." Remus groaned as he slid his chair back. Snow could hardly contain her excitement as she watched him peel his undershirt off. She had seen his chest before. Living with him in Grimmauld place did have it's benefits, but now, she was seeing him in an all new light.

He was actually trying to be sexy, and he was!

Despite a few scars that were on his stomach, he had a very handsome body. Snow couldn't help staring at him as he took the cards back and dealt them out again. "See something you like?" He asked, a hint of playfullness in his voice.

"Maybe."

Remus laughed before sitting back, with his cards in his hands.

A few minutes passed, and soon it was time to lay down the cards. Remus looked nervous, obviously he didn't have a good hand. Though, Snow shared the same look of nervousness. "What do you have?" She asked, peeking over her cards to look at Remus.

Everytime she did so, her eyes slid down to his chest. She was 21, and this was the first time she had ever thought of having sex with a man...or, well willingly having sex with one. It was an odd feeling, and thought; having sex with Remus.

It wasn't as if she were guilty for thinking those things. She was, afterall, a woman in front a nearly naked man.

With an impish grin, Remus laid down his cards. "Three of a kind."

"Damnit!" Snow dropped her cards on the table and crossed her arms over her chest. She only had a pair of two's.

"Aha! Now it's your turn." Snow looked up at him and smiled, shrugging her shoulders softly. "No, I think it's time for bed."

"Why, you little-"

"Goodnight, Remus." Snow stood and walked to her bed, leaving Remus to stare at her retreating form. His eyes couldn't help but to glance down her back, to her arse. She was such a tease!

As Snow climbed into her bed, she let the curtains stay open. She reached for her wand, standing on her knees as she did so. The feel of him staring at her made her suddenly flushed. She had never felt like this. All of her feelings toward Remus had been storybook, fairytale love.

Now, she was beginning to feel exactly what she wanted to feel...She was feeling like a woman, a normal woman who wasn't being hunted by an insane ex-DeathEater. Although, she was a woman being hunted by an insane ex-DeathEater...

The sun shone down on a girl near the age of 16. Her long black hair floated around her in the water of the lake as she swam on her back. She was fully clothed, but her school robe had been shed on the shore.

The girl was singing softly, a slow, melodic tune that rolled across the sky with the wind. A smile was on her lips, and she was thinking of the boy that had just kissed her. How a wonderful day it had been.

The sun was bright, the water clear and enviting, and the girl couldn't be happier. That is, until she heard her mother calling from the hillside.

"Rhianon Elizabeth Nix! You get out of that water right now! You'll ruin your good school clothes." Her mother clicked her tongue so loud that Rhianon heard it from the middle of the lake.

Rhianon turned over on her stomach and swam to the shore, grinning widely at her mothers disapproving face. "Just got your robes and you're already ruining them. You can't be alone for one minute without pulling a stunt, can you?"

"It's called swimming, Mother." The girl teased, picking up her black robes to hand to the older woman who snatched it out of her hands. Rhianon twisted all of her long black hair over her shoulder and rung it out. Water droplets still made tiny trails down her soaked back.

But, she couldn't stop smiling. Life was beautiful, and nothing could change that.

Rhianon looked up at her mother to see a horrified look appearing on her face.

"RHIANON!" She shouted, running back down the hillside to her daughter. The girl was frozen in fear. What was happening? How did the sky grow so dark?

Rhianon turned to see four men, clad in dark hoods walking toward her. Their wands were outstretched, but not pointing at the adolescent.

"Crucio!" They shouted simultaneously. The mother fell to the ground, writhing on the grass. Rhianon screamed and made an attempt to help her, but her wrists were seized before she could even take a step. "No! Let me go! MOTHER! NO!"

In mere seconds, the warm day had turned bitter and cold. Rhianon felt numb, watching her mother having the horrifying seizure on the ground.

The fingers on her wrists were cutting into her flesh, but she couldn't feel it. What had happened?

Rhianon's head was jerked to the side, forcing her to look up into the face of a cold, sinister man. His silver eyes gazed down at her, a smile on his thin white lips. "Obliviate." Was all he said, and Rhianon passed out in the arms of the four men.

"NO!!" Snow sat up in her bed, sweat dripping off her temple. Her blanket had been kicked and became tangled up in her feet at the foot of her bed.

The entire matress was shaking under her quivering body. Snow had got exactly what she wanted. She knew how she had lost her life, she knew her mother, she knew her name.

Remus flung himself from his bed, having only just went to sleep in the past five minutes. He snatched the curtain that surrounded Snow's bed, half expecting to see Lucius ravaging her, hurting her. But, he saw only the 21 year old woman. Her white tanktop was around her ribs, twisted and looked as though she had struggling.

He immediately suspected Lucius to have been there.

"What? What's wrong? Snow?" Remus sat on the edge of the bed and took her chin in his hands. Her eyes, that were filled with fire just a few hours ago, were glazed and unmoving.

"I saw..."

"What? Was it Lucius? Snow answer me!"

"My name isn't Snow!"

AN:ok, continuing with the plot. Although, there are bits and peices here and there about the growing 'crush' Remus is developing. Oh, and THANKS TO MY REVIEWERS!!! YOU'RE THE BEST!!!!!!!MORE COOKIES AND CANDY AND MILK AND ALL THAT STUFF THAT KEEPS YOU COMING BACK FOR MORE!