-1"Remus, stop it! I can't focus when you do that!" Babette giggled quietly, snorting a little when he tickled her again. Other students in the library cast curious and annoyed glances at them. Leaning over a scroll of work and several books, she squished her ears against her shoulders, curling up slightly when Remus tried blowing air into them. "C'mon, this is due tomorrow!"

He laughed, standing behind her, half crouched over her as he grabbed one of the books. He flipped through the pages, finding the correct one for her assignment.

"Its kind of amazing that you are good at Potions, Transfigurations, Herbology and everything else but when it comes to Charms you…well, you suck," he commented teasingly as he stole her quill and wrote the incantation correctly. Babette gave an indignant gasp and snatched back her utensil.

"Yeah? You suck…you suck big…monkey feet!" she grumbled, trying to focus on her work with no success. Remus laughed at her bizarre insult before leaning against her back and grabbing her wrists, stilling her writing. She huffed but gave up when he knelt and kissed her cheek.

"You dumb wolf. I'm never gonna get anything done!" she squeaked when he nibbled her ear.

"Hey, you can't use that insult on me anymore. If I remember correctly, you are one too," he retorted lightly, going to sit down next to her. She gave him a playful glower before rolling up her parchment and cleaning up her mess. Heaving a bored sigh, she smiled at him and rolled her eyes.

"This is so crazy."

"What is?"

"This. Us. I mean, I look back only a few months ago and I would never have thought that I would be this…happy. Its just kind of nuts," she admitted honestly. He rested his chin in his palm and watched her seriously as she spoke. "I feel like I really don't deserve for it to be this good."

"And why wouldn't you deserve it?"

She shrugged a bit too quickly, trying to keep the air easy and light. Her curls bobbed on her shoulders when she did that.

"Its just that…I kind of grew up with the idea that nothing good ever really happens. I mean my mom, um, she was stupid. Everyday before she left to find my dad, she would tell me that he was going to come back and we could be a family. And one time when she went to find him, she never came back. Nothing good has ever happened to me for as long as I can remember. But now…"

Remus felt his sympathy go out to her as he listened. Her eyes found his and he felt his heart drop at the hidden confusion and sadness in the chocolate depths. Babette similarly found a kind of pain in his soft green ones, but it was so much more angry and hurt than hers.

"I'm so confused. I keep thinking that God is going to reach down and stop us cause this is so wonderful. It scares me. I don't want to give up something I've been wanting for so long," she finished heavily, watching her fiddling hands in her lap. Remus frowned a little at her words. Reaching over he hooked a gentle finger under her chin and made her look at him. He smiled comfortingly, trying hard to dispel her fear.

"You're not going to have to. Trust me. I have done too much damage for me to ever just walk away," he said seriously, grasping her hand and squeezing it reassuringly. Babette smiled up at him in an unsure way, her lips quivering a bit.

"Remus, I've always been damaged. You just gave me a good scar."

He frowned even more and let go of her hand at the mention of the pain he caused her. She looked down again, ashamed of what she had said.

"How is it looking?" he asked darkly, his voice startling her with its sharpness. Standing up, she took his hand and led him up to the dormitories, not able to show him in public. When they reached the empty common room, Remus led her to the boys' dormitories. The other students were gone to Hogsmead, except for a few first year girls who giggled behind the door of their rooms.

"Show me," Remus said as he locked the door, double-checking for other boys. Babette sat down dejectedly on his bed, her bag sagging down to thud on the floor. She knew he was worried about the bite but it made her feel so awful to let him see it. He already knew it was there; wasn't that enough torture for him? Was he so determined to mar his conscience with her scars?

Quickly, knowing the routine they went through every day for the last week and a half, she slipped out of her robe and began unbuttoning the top of her blouse. Leaving the last two buttons, Babette tenderly slipped her right shoulder out, savoring her sore stitches. Remus came over and kneeled in front of her, ignoring her lacy white bra that was now revealed.

Like wicked, nightmarish spikes, black stitches coursed over the deep teeth gashes. They were spread from above her right breast, up along her collarbone and along the shoulder. He knew that the back was similarly marred. Softly he danced his fingertips around the pink tinted cuts, feeling the swollen and sore flesh gently.

Beyond the bitten side her body was a multitude of tiny scars on her arms, dotting them like snowflakes on the caramel-tinted skin. When he had asked what they were, she replied that when she used to feel the pains in her body, she'd distract herself with a smaller one, one she could control. It felt good, she said, to know that she could hurt herself and no one else could do it. These tiny spots were along her arms, shoulders and on her chest, feeling like bumps in bad areas.

None of this seemed to have bothered him, she noticed. Others had shuddered from her as if they were afraid they would catch it like the flu. He merely ran his hand over them lovingly as he inspected the damage he had done and kiss the skin.

"Its looking better," she whispered helpfully, trying hard to not blush. It was still odd for her to have someone touch her with longing than disgust. Remus's eyes darted up to her and he clasped her hands.

"They are. I'm afraid they'll reopen though when you change," he returned a bit darkly. She looked down again, feeling ashamed again. Remus's gaze slid from her lowered face to her neck, drifting down. He knew he shouldn't stare; she had trusted him to let him see for the bite not…something else. But his eyes didn't want to listen to his brain as they drifted. It took all of his control to not kiss her collarbone and sloping shoulders. The intricate lace on the modest bra mesmerized him as they hugged against the plump curves of her breasts.

Suddenly Remus felt a hot stare upon him, burning him like a cold fire. Looking up again he found Babette gazing at him intently, her eyes aflame and dark, the deep depths reflecting something strange. He immediately felt guilty for looking but at the same time he felt stirred, as if she were demanding him of something.

To his surprise, she slid off the bed to stand on her knees next to him. She kept her molten gaze on him as she pushed the shoulders of his robes off him, tossing it away. He felt a flutter of excitement bubble in his stomach and he knew his hazel eyes were darkening like hers. Maybe there was something about werewolves that causes them to become more enflamed with need than humans.

"You've seen more than is fair," Babette whispered fiercely, her soothing voice now hard and wanting. He stared down at her sharp gaze in wonderment. "Let me see…now!"

Remus jumped a bit at her order but he smiled wickedly. He liked this fire.

"Go ahead. I'm not stopping you," he replied flippantly, laughing a bit at her. Biting her lip, she tugged his shirt loose from his trousers, pulling at it a little hard. He let her struggle with it, lifting it over his head and throwing it away. A sting of embarrassment bit him as her dark eyes studied his bared chest and broader shoulders.

Timidly Babette reached out and touched the long, muscled stomach, the fingers brushing the light dusting of hair. Her hands were hot and a little sweaty as they traveled reverently over his narrow hips and up his ribcage, playing over the jagged, old scars on his flesh. A delightful shudder ran through him when her hands gently played along his chest.

"God…" she whispered delicately. Remus felt her breath on his sensitive skin as she leaned closer, kissing the left of his chest where his heart thundered. Her soft tongue darted out and tested the skin of his collarbone before traveling up his neck. A small moan escaped him as she latched to his neck, suckling sweetly as she pressed up against him, her blouse crinkling to his chest.

Remus sighed as her arms wrapped about his waist, the nails dragging lazily on his back. His head fell back as she bit and teased the spot on his neck. A growl echoed from his chest before he toppled her over quickly, aggressively pinning her under him. A delighted squeak came from her before she moaned heatedly.

Almost savagely he captured her mouth in a hot kiss, his tongue piercing and demanding. Babette responded eagerly, meeting him and battling him for dominance. His hands were on their own mission, sliding up her waist to undo the rest of her buttons. Underneath him, she froze, her lips and hands stilled. Remus paused before testing her stomach and small ribs. The girl shifted and sighed, kissing him again, her fingers playing on his lower back.

Almost fearfully he fumbled with the clasp of her bra, trying to unhook it. After a few patient moments it came loose, springing back from the center of her chest. Sitting up on his elbows, Remus gazed down at Babette, his eyes devouring every inch he could see. She looked up at his intent and furious face, at the dark green crystals in his desiring stare and the mussed golden brown hair that danced in his eyes. A purplish bruise formed on the side of his neck, still glistening in spit.

Panting slightly he brushed a hand through her tumbled curls, cupping the back of her skull, relishing the hold he had over her. He leaned down and kissed her flushed cheeks and her reddened lips. Slowly he inched his way down her neck, enjoying her coos and along her collarbone. Dancing his tongue down between her breasts he tickled the nerves along her ribs. His hands slid underneath her to grasp her bottom, kneading the flesh easily.

Babette squirmed under him, her breathing heavy and thick as she writhed. Raising up against the kisses he placed over her abdomen she moaned, her fingers threading through his hair. Dipping his tongue into her navel once he reached up and teased the bra which barely clung onto her plump breasts.

Sliding his fingers under the lacy fabric he bit back a groan at the feeling of her soft skin. Babette jumped slightly when his thumb brushed over her nipple, sending electric shocks up her body. Unfortunately the movement rubbed her stitches over the floor, making her whimper in pain.

"Are you alright?" Remus asked thickly, retreating his hands and mouth. She bit her lip in agony and nodded, stopping tears from coming. Crawling off and away from her he watched in self-anger as she clasped her clothes and buttoned up again.

"Yeah…just got a little too excited," she replied softly with a little embarrassed laugh. Straitening her ruffled skirt Babette leaned over and kissed him firmly but chastely. He smiled at her as she stood up and fluffed her curls, trying to clean herself up from their rough play.

"Shut the fuck up, James!" Sirius's angry and frustrated voice suddenly drifted up from the common rooms. Both Remus's and Babette's eyes widened to twice their sizes before they both dashed madly. Remus tossed on his shirt again and shuffled through James's things as Babette fretted in circles, trying to figure out a way to escape. Footsteps were heading up the stairs accompanied by hilarious laughter. Quickly Remus unlocked the door with a flick of his wand.

Remus grabbed Babette and led her to the space between his dresser and bed, whispering for her to be quiet. As he threw the Invisibility Cloak over her the door opened and two boys walked in. Remus spun around to see James howling in laughter at Sirius who looked like he wanted to rip the boy's air pipes out.

"Would you knock it off, you prat?!" he snarled as he went over to his bed and flopped down, ignoring Remus. James sank down on his, clutching his sides in mirth. Remus swallowed his frantic heart.

"What's so funny?" he asked lightly, trying to sound casual. James wiped at his eyes under his glasses and sighed. Sirius glared at him and Remus darkly, his ears and cheeks red.

"We-we were at the Three Broomsticks and that one girl, Sarah Hutchinson, walked in. Well, she sat down and her shirt wasn't buttoned up all the way and Sirius-"

"Prongs, I'm going to fucking kill you!"

"Popped a boner! Right there! And she saw and threw a mug of butterbeer on him!" James finished crowingly before breaking off into hysterical laughter. "It-was-the-funniest-thing-I-ever-saw!"

Sirius made good of his word and leapt off his bed, making a flying tackle at James. Unfortunately, the young Potter saw it coming and jumped away, out of reach. Sirius landed on the bed and bounced to plop on the floor, a 'oof' escaping him in a whoosh.

"Fucker…" he grumbled darkly but didn't get up. James leaned against the door with a huge satisfied grin on his face. Remus sighed softly, thinking they hadn't noticed a thing when-

"Holy shit! That's a big hickey!" James exclaimed in amazement. The werewolf jumped and heard Babette curse lightly behind him. Suddenly Remus had James and Sirius up and staring at his neck which he vainly tried to cover up. "Jesus, she took a number on you!"

"Knock it off!" he muttered, pushing away their hands. Sirius's gray-blue eyes narrowed and he held a very suspicious look on his face. He looked down at Remus's bed and his brow furrowed.

"Moony? Why is there a girl's robe on your bed?" he asked in steely curiosity. James looked and his eyes widened.

"And why is there a bag on the floor?"

"Why is your hair all screwed up?"

"Is that spit on your neck?"

"Moony, your shirt's all wrinkled."

"Why is my stuff all over the place? Hey, where is my cloak?"

Finally Remus growled loudly and glared at them in frustration. James stopped but stood there waiting for an answer, looking shocked that his cloak was gone and amazed that Remus might have gone far with a girl. Sirius on the other hand looked positively furious and pissed off.

Heaving a defeated sigh, Remus turned around and reached out between his bed and dresser. Gently he pulled off the cloak, revealing a mussed and guilty looking Babette. She gave a weak, silly grin from her cramped position. James's jaw dropped and he stared in dumb amusement as Remus helped her up, both blushing.

"Oooh…" he laughed before running a hand through his jet black hair. "Now, Remus, how long has this been going on?"

The werewolf glared at him angrily while Babette blushed at the floor, kicking her heels. Sirius snorted at them before going and throwing himself back on his bed, his dark hair spreading out on his pillow. With an embarrassed glance at Remus, she gathered her bag and cloak. Leaving without a word she couldn't suppress and smile.

James blew a whistle and chuckled.

"And I thought the whole boner thing was hilarious."