Moonlight

A Remus/Ginny Cookie




He wasn't the only thing to gaze upon the moon. Sure, she was taking a risk by being so close to him - about ten meters or so - but she had always wanted to see him in wolf form. And so now she had, and it was amazing. He wasn't necessarily a big wolf, but beneath the long, soft looking tawny-graying fur, she could see the msucle, sinewy and hard. Powerful, yet in this state, he wasn't as wild as a werewolf should be... then she remembered his potion. Yes, he had definitely taken it before the transformation. How else was he not injuring this great black dog that he was playfully nipping at?

She sighed, shifting position in the bushes as quietly as possible, but luck was not with her. A branch snapped beneath her foot, and both animals stopped suddenly, their ears raised high, their eyes seemingly looking right upon her. She cringed, knowing that if she tried to leave, they would seek her out more easily than if she just stayed put. The black dog left, taking off at a run down the path that led around the lake and towards Hogsmeade, and the werewolf stayed not moving for just a second, before beginning to trot slowly to the school.

Relief swept through her, and she nearly sighed, but managed to keep herself quiet as the wolf went past. He had looked amazing by moonlight. It was an image she would want to keep with her for a long time. She got up and started walking back to the castle herself, slowly. But when she rounded the corner that led to the small hidden door in the base of Gryffindor Tower, she gasped. The werewolf stood in front of it, waiting for her, and was looking her straight in the eyes. Why? those eyes questioned her. The moon was almost completely set, and the sun was about to rise.

"Because," she replied, "I wanted... to see you in this form." The wolf trotted forward, close to where she stood, to a small patch of sunlight in which she stood, and as she watched the transformation from man to beast, she was completely in awe of Remus Lupin.

***

"You shouldn't have come out here, you know," Remus told her. "Ginny, it wasn't smart. At all." He looked to her, saw her fiery hair radiant in the first beams of light, her brown eyes filled with something other than disgust at his nighttime life. Remus couldn't remember the last time that a woman had looked upon him like that... because there never had been a last time. His breath caught in his throat as she took a small step towards him.

"Remus, I don't get good marks in your class for a reason," she said sweetly with a grin on her face.

Her honesty shocked him, and he replied, "What reason is that?"

Taking another step closer, she answered, "I get to spend more time with you. And time with you... it's more wonderful than anything else in this world." He gave her a surprised look as she continued, "Remus, I'm only seventeen. But I've always been a hopeless romantic... and you always have been, too. I think..."

"Shhh... stop thinking so much, Ms. Weasley," he shushed her, bringing his mouth upon hers, enclosing her lips in a kiss so sweet it was intoxicating. She moaned as he slipped his arms around her waist and drew her closer, bringing her body pressed against his bare chest-

Wait a second. Bare Chest? Remus pulled away. Ginny looked at him apprehensively, scared that she had done something wrong.

"You knew, didn't you, Ginny," he accused lightly, not letting the girl out of his grasp.

"Knew what?" she questioned hesitantly.

"I'm not wearing a stitch of clothing and you knew it all along," Remus told her. Her face broke out in a devilish grin as she nodded affirmatively.

As he walked her to the small door in Gryffindor Tower, he began,

"Love, Ms. Weasley, is a strange thing... And I'd like to teach you all about it."