A/N: This is a super short filler chapter! Sorry I haven't uploaded in a while my internet has been disconnected! Hope you enjoy! Please R&R!

Disclaimer: Since I haven't put this before I don't own Harry Potter, I merely play with JK Rowling's creation! :D

I don't know how long I sat here, fearing for my life at times, yet unable to make myself leave. I couldn't leave him like that- how could I? Instead I scooted to the furthest corner from him and prayed the chains wouldn't break. Thankfully they didn't, and I think the worst was over sun was beginning to rise. Professor Lupin was now completely back in human form.

He looked so weak, so hurt. As soon as the first ray of sunshine had officially sunk in I felt safe enough to approach him. His head was hanging forward and his breathing was more like panting. Blood soaked what remained of his clothing and fresh scars appeared around his neck. I took out my wand and conjured a towel and water, then crawled my way to him. It looked more hurtful up close.

"Professor.." I whispered.

He attempted to raise his head a bit but it proved to be a tough feat. "Ms...ms..blak-" he tried in a breathless voice.

"Don't speak. It's okay. I'm going to help you." I assured.

He began trying to protest. I ignored it and got to work. I began by wetting the towel and lifting his face gently. I wasn't prepared for how heartbreaking it was to see his broken light blue eyes. All these damn emotions were so foreign to me, I'm not used to sympathy.

I began to cleanse his face and cringed each time he cringed from the sting. The whole time he was just starring at me. It was quiet unnerving. He also looked quiet confused for some reason but I thought it best not to question him till he got some rest. Once his face was as blood-free as I could get it, I began to uncuff his arms. They must have been positioned painfully for he groaned when they were unleashed.

Before uncuffing his legs, I went to get a battered excuse-of-a-cushion to rest his head on. Once he was completely unbound I helped him lay himself down. He now lay flat on his back, and I noticed an intense amount of blood steadily flowing from his side. Looks like I'll have to play doctor.

I began unbuttoning his shirt, and instantly his hand shot up to stop me. "Don't" he said in a hoarse voice.

"It's okay.." I said as soothingly as I could for he looked terrified, "I'm not going to hurt you."

But he shook his head, "I'm disgusting." he choked out and closed his eyes.

Was that really what he was afraid of? How he looked? Honestly! "Remus I'm going to help you whether you like it or not." And I pushed him arm back down gently once again resuming to undo his shirt. As I slipped it off he watched my face closely, as if expecting some sort of reaction. His bare chest was scared and bloody but still managed to make my throat tighten. He looked damn good for his age. I allowed my hand to trace one of his older scars before I began cleaning him.

He didn't protest, however his breathing did seem to get a bit heavier and his eyes a bit darker, but overall a look of deep contemplation was present on his face. "What?" I couldn't help but ask, "Am I hurting you?"

He blinked, "No.." his voice was more steady now, "I-I just.."

For a man always collective he was stuttering a bit, "Are you sure I'm not hurting you?"

"No, no of course not." he said not pushing himself up to a sitting position. "I just can't believe your here, anyone in there right mind would of run back and reported me as soon as they saw."

Wait..is he calling me crazy? "Well." I said slightly offended, "I thought I was being helpful but I see you think otherwise, here you are professor" I handed him the towel, "I shall leave you then."

I stood up to leave, "Roxanna that's not what I meant." he said his pain projected in his voice.

I stopped in my tracks. Even as I got up I knew I wouldn't leave him. "What did you mean then?"

He heaved a sigh, "You were not repulsed at the sight of me." Embarrassment now seemed present on his face.

"Why should I be repulsed?"

"I'm a half-breed, full of markings, most people shut me out with just the word of what I am, and here you are after you've just witnessed my transformation...I'm sorry I just don't see how you can stand to look at me, nonetheless touch me..." he released in a rant.

I don't even remember lunging forward, but the next second his rant came to a pause as my lips collided with his. Instinctively my hands found their way to the back of his head as my fingers tangled in his hair. I felt his arms wrap around my torso, from the way I was positioned on my knees. He was kissing back, out of desperation? Out of need? Out of dare I say-lust? I don't know, I just know it was total bliss. All to soon however the need for air took over the fast infused passion. I pulled away burying my face in his neck.

I could feel his chest rising and falling rapidly. I was worried as to when the moment would finish and he'd come to his senses. I waited with baited breath to hear his protest start, however they did not come. Instead, to my utter astonishment, he began to laugh. It was music to my hears to hear him have a laugh. What was so funny? I've no clue, but it was better than what I had anticipated.