A/N: Strange how inspiration can come in the dead of night.
Chapter 6: Entwined
"I've wanted to do that to you since I first laid eyes on you." Remus stroked Rosina's long dark hair as she lay on the bed at the hospital wing. "I'm glad you're feeling better."
"I'm glad you're still sticking with your chocolate technique." They laughed.
"It's the antidote to everything."
"Well it sure did help her regain her energy quickly." Madam Pomphrey had just walked up to them with the good news. "Rosina, you're free to go."
"How can it be that a Dementor has come into our midst?" Dumbledore rubbed his chin as he paced his office. His brow creased as he pondered the situation.
"Hogwarts is meant to be a safe haven for its inhabitants. I am not at all pleased by the fact that a Dementor has just desecrated this sacred belief."
Rosina and Lupin stood before Dumbledore. They glanced now and again at each other as he discussed the matter at hand.
"I'm going to the Ministry personally and make sure they know of the matter at hand. What an outrage." He picked up his robe and put it on.
"During my absence, I want you both to stay close. I will alert the staff and make sure that nothing of this nature endangers the children."
With that last note, he was out the door and gliding down the spiral staircase.
All of Hogwarts seemed to be in preparation for some sort of strike or other sort of surprise. At least, the staff was. Teachers were always in the hallways in between the classes making sure the children made it safely around the grounds, some even began holding there wands out as if ready for battle. Luckily, the students had not yet learned about the Dementor incident. But it was only a matter of time before word got out.
"I don't know how much I can take of this. I'm endangering the school more than I already have." Pressure seemed to be on her shoulders as the two of them walked out into the halls.
"And if I had my way, you'd never be allowed back in the first place." Snape's voice informed them that they weren't talking privately.
"You're an Auror, surely you could have been able to survive on your own without bringing your dilemma to Hogwarts? I don't know how Dumbledore can be so sympathetic."
Rosina didn't respond; she couldn't respond. Snape was right, wasn't he? No, the Ministry had its plans for her, for the attacker, they would catch them in the act, question him... no, he was wrong.... But it didn't stop her guilt.
"Severus, Dumbledore has clearly thought this through and has willingly accepted the sheltering of Rosina. Also, if you insult her again, I'm afraid I'll have no choice but to silence you any way I can." The sympathetic tone in Remus's voice never lingered.
"I never thought you'd resort to such barbarianism, Lupin. You never were one for threats. Be aware of what you get into, my defense is not something to tempt." For a moment, Snape seemed to stand there ready for Remus to show aggression.
"Neither is mine, Severus." Remus bowed his head in departure. Severus took the hint, turned in his heel and swept through the hoards of students in the halls.
The tension between the three of them was as thick as molasses. There would always be that struggle, that competition, ever since childhood to challenge the other.
"I thought Slytherins had camaraderie." His eyebrow lifted.
Rosina chuckled. "Severus stands in a class by himself."
During her years as an Auror, she would always keep a log. It was cataloged as far as her first time on the field. As she flipped through the worn out pages, she passed through some of the "Order" entries. "Order" meant the meetings of the Order of the Phoenix. She noticed there were many entries that slipped into a more descriptive tone.
"The vampires have finally agreed to join the cause, that is if they can be trusted. But Dumbledore has his reasons, and if he trusts blood-sucking leeches, then maybe its because they'll come in useful. Had one too many run-ins with them, not a comfortable moment. Molly and Arthur were in good spirits, looks like they're having another child. James and Lilian are on their honeymoon, so won't be seeing them for a while, so says Sirius"- Rosina chuckled- "and Remus, aside from looking pale, still made it to the meeting. I always wonder how hard it must be for him. I would gladly let him stay at my home, were I not moving around so much. For a moment, while Severus was addressing some issue or other, Remus looked as if he would fall into a deep sleep right then and there. His poor tired eyes, tired amber eyes. I never noticed his soft slender features. And his hair, even though its been sprouting some grays, still looks as if it would feel silky to the touch."
'How long ago was this?' thought Rosina.
Hours passed as she reminisced. The candles had gone quite dim; some even went out.
So many pages seemed to focus a lot on him. Never had she realized how much she had been attracted to him. It wasn't just the mere physicality; it was his charm, bravery, commissary, and even his vulnerability. But this wasn't a shock to her. Deep inside her being, she knew she felt something. For so long, though, she held it inside. Why reveal her emotions? That was a sign of weakness.
At least that's how she used to think. But the previous night had been when she confirmed her feelings. The kiss had confirmed both their feelings.
Before she knew it, she stood before the same door she did the night she first arrived. She took a deep breath, brushed her hair away from her face, and went inside.
He sat by the fire sipping from a goblet and reading some long pieces of parchment. As soon as he saw Rosina come through the door, he stood up slowly looking a bit bewildered at her.
Rosina spared no time. She ran up to him curled her arms around his waist and kissed him with such a passion, she could have ignited a room full of candles. She pulled away gasping. Her hands crept up his shirt. The soft cotton on her fingertips was warm and smelled of, what else, chocolate. Her head leaned against his chest, she didn't dare look up, she wanted to be in his embrace forever.
"I can't believe I've held it in for so long."
"We are here together now." Warmth came over her body as she felt his hand brush her cheek and lift her head up.
The touch of his flesh on hers made her tremble. Never had she totally released herself, freed herself completely. Such a move made her weak. But she was already weak-weak in the knees. Remus had always been her close friend, but there wasn't denying that other emotions that lay inside her- attraction, affection. His hand slid gradually down her throat, his fingertips barely grazing her neck.
He unfastened the button on her robe and let it fall to the ground. The sweat beads on her bare body glistened like crystals. "You're beautiful," he whispered as his mouth found her shoulder and tasted her skin. It was so sweet and smooth. Her back arched as he leaned into her. Soft moans escaped her lips.
The cotton cloak Remus wore dropped to the floor, followed by his shirt. There were more of those small slashes across his chest. Lycanthropy left him many scars. The palms of her hands moved in circles across his bare chest fingering his scars. She licked his small wounds. He let out a small groan.
His bedroom was small and held a few old books and an armoire stood in the back, filled halfway with his ragged clothing. A fire burnt in the fireplace. In the corner there was a four-post bed.
Rosina walked over to it and lay down on it, her arms extended to him. It was as if a spark within him had lit instantly.
The pressure of his body pushed her down and she laid herself out across the sheets, exposing her supple, sinuous breasts. Rosina's chest rose and fell, she could feel his tongue caress her abdomen and slither down her navel.
Their naked bodies entangled as she wrapped her legs around his hips. The light of the fire flickered in his eyes as he looked into hers. His face leaned in close to her; he wanted to hear her, hear her moan. He penetrated her and she gasped, biting her lip to stop her from whimpering loudly. She clutched the sheets tight as the motion inside her bore in and out with great force. Her body rolled over on top of his as he leaned onto his back.
Back arched, head back, hair hanging loose with strands of hair still across her face, she straddled him. This euphoric feeling drove him as wild as it drove her. He covered her moans with his lips, pushing his tongue into her mouth. Rolling around together, Remus forced Rosina on her back, her arms spread down across the bed.
With every thrust he thought of how much he wanted her, how she looked when he saw her approach the carriage. The moment he looked upon her curvaceous body, heard her sultry voice, felt her long flowing hair, smelled her sensual perfumed scent, looked into her deep dark eyes. All his raw emotions flowed through him, and in one final moment their bodies peaked with pleasure.
Covered in sheets, sweat, shrouded in darkness, two figures lay on the bed. Through the windows the stars shone brightly, amidst the clouded sky. Rosina lay on her side, sleeping placidly. Remus wrapped his left arm around her waist and spooned her. His head lay behind hers and he could smell the wonderful scent of jasmine in her hair.
As they lay there together in a post-coital embrace, Remus let his hand wander down her exposed back. He looked to see a painful reminder of Rosina's captivity: an enormous slash across her back. Her body trembled subconsciously as he kissed her tender back.
Even though she couldn't hear him, he spoke; his breath on her neck.
"I can still remember the first time I saw you."
Chapter 6: Entwined
"I've wanted to do that to you since I first laid eyes on you." Remus stroked Rosina's long dark hair as she lay on the bed at the hospital wing. "I'm glad you're feeling better."
"I'm glad you're still sticking with your chocolate technique." They laughed.
"It's the antidote to everything."
"Well it sure did help her regain her energy quickly." Madam Pomphrey had just walked up to them with the good news. "Rosina, you're free to go."
"How can it be that a Dementor has come into our midst?" Dumbledore rubbed his chin as he paced his office. His brow creased as he pondered the situation.
"Hogwarts is meant to be a safe haven for its inhabitants. I am not at all pleased by the fact that a Dementor has just desecrated this sacred belief."
Rosina and Lupin stood before Dumbledore. They glanced now and again at each other as he discussed the matter at hand.
"I'm going to the Ministry personally and make sure they know of the matter at hand. What an outrage." He picked up his robe and put it on.
"During my absence, I want you both to stay close. I will alert the staff and make sure that nothing of this nature endangers the children."
With that last note, he was out the door and gliding down the spiral staircase.
All of Hogwarts seemed to be in preparation for some sort of strike or other sort of surprise. At least, the staff was. Teachers were always in the hallways in between the classes making sure the children made it safely around the grounds, some even began holding there wands out as if ready for battle. Luckily, the students had not yet learned about the Dementor incident. But it was only a matter of time before word got out.
"I don't know how much I can take of this. I'm endangering the school more than I already have." Pressure seemed to be on her shoulders as the two of them walked out into the halls.
"And if I had my way, you'd never be allowed back in the first place." Snape's voice informed them that they weren't talking privately.
"You're an Auror, surely you could have been able to survive on your own without bringing your dilemma to Hogwarts? I don't know how Dumbledore can be so sympathetic."
Rosina didn't respond; she couldn't respond. Snape was right, wasn't he? No, the Ministry had its plans for her, for the attacker, they would catch them in the act, question him... no, he was wrong.... But it didn't stop her guilt.
"Severus, Dumbledore has clearly thought this through and has willingly accepted the sheltering of Rosina. Also, if you insult her again, I'm afraid I'll have no choice but to silence you any way I can." The sympathetic tone in Remus's voice never lingered.
"I never thought you'd resort to such barbarianism, Lupin. You never were one for threats. Be aware of what you get into, my defense is not something to tempt." For a moment, Snape seemed to stand there ready for Remus to show aggression.
"Neither is mine, Severus." Remus bowed his head in departure. Severus took the hint, turned in his heel and swept through the hoards of students in the halls.
The tension between the three of them was as thick as molasses. There would always be that struggle, that competition, ever since childhood to challenge the other.
"I thought Slytherins had camaraderie." His eyebrow lifted.
Rosina chuckled. "Severus stands in a class by himself."
During her years as an Auror, she would always keep a log. It was cataloged as far as her first time on the field. As she flipped through the worn out pages, she passed through some of the "Order" entries. "Order" meant the meetings of the Order of the Phoenix. She noticed there were many entries that slipped into a more descriptive tone.
"The vampires have finally agreed to join the cause, that is if they can be trusted. But Dumbledore has his reasons, and if he trusts blood-sucking leeches, then maybe its because they'll come in useful. Had one too many run-ins with them, not a comfortable moment. Molly and Arthur were in good spirits, looks like they're having another child. James and Lilian are on their honeymoon, so won't be seeing them for a while, so says Sirius"- Rosina chuckled- "and Remus, aside from looking pale, still made it to the meeting. I always wonder how hard it must be for him. I would gladly let him stay at my home, were I not moving around so much. For a moment, while Severus was addressing some issue or other, Remus looked as if he would fall into a deep sleep right then and there. His poor tired eyes, tired amber eyes. I never noticed his soft slender features. And his hair, even though its been sprouting some grays, still looks as if it would feel silky to the touch."
'How long ago was this?' thought Rosina.
Hours passed as she reminisced. The candles had gone quite dim; some even went out.
So many pages seemed to focus a lot on him. Never had she realized how much she had been attracted to him. It wasn't just the mere physicality; it was his charm, bravery, commissary, and even his vulnerability. But this wasn't a shock to her. Deep inside her being, she knew she felt something. For so long, though, she held it inside. Why reveal her emotions? That was a sign of weakness.
At least that's how she used to think. But the previous night had been when she confirmed her feelings. The kiss had confirmed both their feelings.
Before she knew it, she stood before the same door she did the night she first arrived. She took a deep breath, brushed her hair away from her face, and went inside.
He sat by the fire sipping from a goblet and reading some long pieces of parchment. As soon as he saw Rosina come through the door, he stood up slowly looking a bit bewildered at her.
Rosina spared no time. She ran up to him curled her arms around his waist and kissed him with such a passion, she could have ignited a room full of candles. She pulled away gasping. Her hands crept up his shirt. The soft cotton on her fingertips was warm and smelled of, what else, chocolate. Her head leaned against his chest, she didn't dare look up, she wanted to be in his embrace forever.
"I can't believe I've held it in for so long."
"We are here together now." Warmth came over her body as she felt his hand brush her cheek and lift her head up.
The touch of his flesh on hers made her tremble. Never had she totally released herself, freed herself completely. Such a move made her weak. But she was already weak-weak in the knees. Remus had always been her close friend, but there wasn't denying that other emotions that lay inside her- attraction, affection. His hand slid gradually down her throat, his fingertips barely grazing her neck.
He unfastened the button on her robe and let it fall to the ground. The sweat beads on her bare body glistened like crystals. "You're beautiful," he whispered as his mouth found her shoulder and tasted her skin. It was so sweet and smooth. Her back arched as he leaned into her. Soft moans escaped her lips.
The cotton cloak Remus wore dropped to the floor, followed by his shirt. There were more of those small slashes across his chest. Lycanthropy left him many scars. The palms of her hands moved in circles across his bare chest fingering his scars. She licked his small wounds. He let out a small groan.
His bedroom was small and held a few old books and an armoire stood in the back, filled halfway with his ragged clothing. A fire burnt in the fireplace. In the corner there was a four-post bed.
Rosina walked over to it and lay down on it, her arms extended to him. It was as if a spark within him had lit instantly.
The pressure of his body pushed her down and she laid herself out across the sheets, exposing her supple, sinuous breasts. Rosina's chest rose and fell, she could feel his tongue caress her abdomen and slither down her navel.
Their naked bodies entangled as she wrapped her legs around his hips. The light of the fire flickered in his eyes as he looked into hers. His face leaned in close to her; he wanted to hear her, hear her moan. He penetrated her and she gasped, biting her lip to stop her from whimpering loudly. She clutched the sheets tight as the motion inside her bore in and out with great force. Her body rolled over on top of his as he leaned onto his back.
Back arched, head back, hair hanging loose with strands of hair still across her face, she straddled him. This euphoric feeling drove him as wild as it drove her. He covered her moans with his lips, pushing his tongue into her mouth. Rolling around together, Remus forced Rosina on her back, her arms spread down across the bed.
With every thrust he thought of how much he wanted her, how she looked when he saw her approach the carriage. The moment he looked upon her curvaceous body, heard her sultry voice, felt her long flowing hair, smelled her sensual perfumed scent, looked into her deep dark eyes. All his raw emotions flowed through him, and in one final moment their bodies peaked with pleasure.
Covered in sheets, sweat, shrouded in darkness, two figures lay on the bed. Through the windows the stars shone brightly, amidst the clouded sky. Rosina lay on her side, sleeping placidly. Remus wrapped his left arm around her waist and spooned her. His head lay behind hers and he could smell the wonderful scent of jasmine in her hair.
As they lay there together in a post-coital embrace, Remus let his hand wander down her exposed back. He looked to see a painful reminder of Rosina's captivity: an enormous slash across her back. Her body trembled subconsciously as he kissed her tender back.
Even though she couldn't hear him, he spoke; his breath on her neck.
"I can still remember the first time I saw you."