AN: A feeble attempt to write a Ginny/ Remus song fic. I thought about this story for about two weeks before finally getting it the way I wanted it. There could be more, but depending on whether or not I can make the next chapter go the way I want, I might post it. I though about most of the plot to this story so if I do decide to continue it I will actually finish it.
I really like this pairing and wish that there were more fics for it, so this is my way to support all the Ginny/Remus fans. Please support this ship, since I've become slightly obsessed with seeing these two together, and write a fic. I don't care if you've never written a fic or if you barely know English, just write a fic to keep this poor wannabe writer happy for a few fleeting minutes before she has to return to her reality.
To get a good feel of this fic go download the song "Stacy" by Social Burn, its real pretty.
Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter, and I truly doubt I ever will. I also don't own the song "Stacy." This belongs to the wonderful band called Social Burn. Don't sue me!
Stacy
She'll take you down she'll spin you round
She'll make your head explode
Like no one else in town will
But turn your back she'll walk away
She'll make you want to stay
Like no one else in town will
Watch out your head will explode
Watch out your head will explode
Watch out your head will explode
She'll get you drunk
She'll make you drive
She'll make you want to stay alive
Like no one else in town will
She'll smoke you out
She'll get you high
She'll make you want to die
Like no one else in town will
Watch out your head will explode
Watch out your head will explode
Watch out your head will explode
Music pulsed in rapid rhythm inside the small night club, the air was thick with purple smoke from the many smokers inside and it smelled faintly of orange juice and vodka near the bar. He sat back against the his seat in the booth in a corner of the club staring at his drink. His light brown hair falling over his eyes, wondering why exactly he was there. He didn't fit in a place like this, not even when he was younger would he have come in here.
Sipping his coke he smiled, 'Oh yeah...Padfoot...'
He was amazed at how quickly he was talked into it, even though he shouldn't have been surprised, since Sirius always had a way with words and he had the ability to charm his way in or out of things.
Since this was his last night in England, he would be leaving for the United States tomorrow afternoon, Sirius thought it would be a great idea to hit the clubs and bars. Remus agreed only because he didn't want to deny his friend what he had missed while locked up in Azkaban. So he let Sirius pick out his "Clubbing" outfit which consisted of a silky black button down shirt and black slacks. He had refused to wear the leather pants. It was bad enough that he had insisted that Remus wear the first few buttons of his shirt undone. But how would it look like if the forty-two year old Werewolf were running around in leather? Sirius hadn't been pleased. ("How are you supposed to get shagged tonight if you don't wear the leather pants!)
Instead Sirius decided that he would wear them and Remus had almost laughed as a flock of rather un attractive women had migrated towards the poor bloke. Remus had never felt more relieved then at that particular moment. But Sirius had let them off in an annoyingly charming way, making it seem that they were too good for him.
He was now somewhere with some blond, probably back to her place, Remus mused as he took another sip of his soda. He decided that he would only stay for a few more minutes and go back to his friends home where he was staying until tomorrow.
Tapping his foot to the beat he glanced at the dance floor. Body's grinding and blending together were seen around the stage where a group of young wizards played their instruments. Remus was impressed by how much emotion the wizards were expressing. Their heart and souls were poured into their songs and you could feel it radiating towards the audience.
The song itself was enticing, it was about a woman who had so much control over a man that was frustrated with it and loved it at the same time. Remus wondered if there was such a woman who could have that much power over a single man, and if she did exist would she be able to control him? He watched, deep in thought, as colored light beamed towards the audience making them look like masses of reds, greens, blues, and purples as the spot light hit them.
He felt himself wanting to join the crowd, something he rarely did since to many people made him nervous. He wanted to move to the music but he couldn't make himself move from his spot. That is until he spotted something so intoxicating, so beautiful, it made him grow warmer just staring at the sight before him.
A lovely creature writhing and moving perfectly with the music, letting her long flaming red hair whip around her flushed face. Her eyes closed, taking in the music, her lips mouthed out the words of the song by heart. She wore tight black pants, a shimmering forest green top, that tied around her lovely neck with a metal chain, and black calf length boots that zipped up the side. Her pale skin reflected the light flawlessly making her glow different colors when they hit her. Remus felt his mouth grow dry, he finished the rest of his drink without taking his eyes off of the mysterious woman. He felt entranced by the way her delicious curves moved around the floor. He noticed that she danced alone, and shook her head with a smile when guys would go up to her to ask to join her.
He knew he should look away, he knew he should get up and leave, but he stayed, watching her move her hips and arms in fluid motions.
A waitress came up and asked him if he wanted another drink, he finally looked away ordering a double shot of vodka, he needed something to calm his nerves. He kept himself from looking back towards the dance floor, and waited for his drink, deciding that as soon as he finished it he would leave. He had things to do before leaving and he didn't need to be distracted. When the waitress finally came back, he paid for his drink giving her a generous tip without even noticing. Still keeping himself from looking towards the dance floor, he downed his vodka. Setting it down he stood and looked for the exit. He groaned.
The nearest exit was on the other side of the dance floor.
Shaking his head he walked towards it, bitterly amused at the Gods little joke on him. When he dared to look up, fearing that he would bump into someone, his eyes immediately searched for the woman he had been staring at.
He was meet with a pair of amber colored eyes staring straight back at him.
She was smiling at him, still moving to the music, this time making sure that she kept her eyes locked with his. She motioned him to come over, and he found himself slowly walking towards her. Her eyes were even more entrancing than her movements, he found himself drowning in them.
After maneuvering himself around the crowd he finally reached her, he almost moaned as she bit her lip, her eyes still locked with his. She slowly pressed up against him, wrapping her arms around his neck, he felt his hand move to rest on the small of her back, loving the feel of her skin beneath his fingers. She moved to the music against him, he felt the heat radiate from her skin through the thin material of his shirt. But still he shivered as she played with the hair on the back of his neck, her feather like touches were torture to him. He hadn't been this close to a woman in a long time, and he wanted to enjoy every minute of it.
Their bodies molded into one entity as they moved to the music pressing themselves as close as possible to each other. Their bodies writhed against the other in time with the beat. Their eyes locked, neither of them were able to look away. She slowly moved her hands from his neck to his chest playing with the material of his shirt. Remus made a mental note to thank his friend for the choice of attire, as she played with the edge of his shirt were his chest was exposed slightly.
She looked up at him through long eyelashes, her face tilting innocently. Remus knew his heart was racing rapidly, his breathing was becoming erratic and forced, but she didn't seem to notice.
She bit her lip again, seeming to be making up her mind about something. Remus looked at her questioningly, but when she finally did make up her mind, it took every ounce of self control that he had inside to keep from kissing her senseless. She stood on her toes to get closer to his face, but she was still to short, he let her grab the back of his neck and pull his head down to let her mouth hover over his ear. The feel of her cool breath against his skin was driving him mad, but all evil thoughts were pushed aside when he heard her whisper, even thought the music was still playing he could still hear her voice clearly.
"You don't remember me do you Remus?"
The way she said his name, it just rolled off her tongue flawlessly, making him want to hear her say it again. But instead Remus pulled back slightly, and concentrated on her words. He searched his memory trying to place a name with her face. It seemed incredibly hard since he was sure he would remember someone as breathtaking as her. She stared up at him with a smirk, she grabbed his hand and ran through the crowd looking back at him with a large smile. She pulled him outside to the cool night air and whirled around to face him, his hand still in hers, her hair wind blown around her face and her cheeks flushed. Smiling up at him she again pulled his face down, this time he was met with her lips pressed up against his.
All coherent thoughts left Remus' mind, he deepened the kiss, his arms wrapped around her waist. She cupped his cheek with one hand and rubbed his chest with the other. Their lips hungrily brushed against the other, bruising them, their tongues swirled against one another, and her teeth bit down on his bottom lip, sucking on it.
Deep down Remus still knew that he shouldn't do this, he didn't even know who this woman was. And more importantly, she didn't know who he was.
...And that's when his mind finally started up again, 'But she does know who I am...'
Pulling back, breathless he rested his forehead against hers, he could see her lips were bruised and her heaving chest was pressed tightly against his. She stared at him with lust filled eyes, her hands rubbing his face, he leaned instinctively to her touch.
Looking into her eyes he managed to whisper hoarsely, "Who are you?"
She smiled like a pixie about to do mischief and shook her head. She disentangled herself from his arms and walked backwards, motioning for him to follow with her index finger. She then turned around, and ran. It took him a moment to comprehend what she had just done. Confused and intrigued, he ran after her, trying to avoid the muggle pedestrians who shook their heads at them. He saw her up ahead of him, her red hair whipped wildly behind her and she looked back every once in a while to smile at him. She turned the corner and Remus pushed himself to move faster.
As he turned the corner, he saw a door to an apartment building close, he ran inside and saw her inside an elevator, waving as the door closed in front of him. Catching his breath he looked at the numbers above the elevator doors and watched as the numbers lit up.
second floor...
third floor...
fourth floor...
beep
The elevator stopped on the fifth floor, looking around for the staircase he ran to the double doors and took the steps two at a times. When he reached the fifth floor he was out of breath and there was a thin film of sweat on his skin. Stepping through the door marked fifth floor, he looked around for any sign of the woman he was chasing after. She stood leaning against wall next to a door marked 513. Her pale skin was still slightly flushed from running and her hair was wind blown and framed her face.
He walked up to her and she smiled as she tiptoed to give him a small kiss. He wrapped her arms around her waist and she clutched onto his shirt. Nothing had ever felt so right to Remus such as this, the feel of her in his arms was a comforting feeling that he never wanted to let go of. He trapped her against the door, pulling back he stared down into her amber colored eyes.
"Please tell me." He pleaded into her hair, he wanted to know everything about her down to the last mundane detail. "I want to know."
She bit her lip, staring up at him with innocent eyes. "What if I don't want to tell you?"
Remus frowned down at her, "Why wouldn't you?"
She smirked, "Its not my fault you can't remember me, Professor." She lowered her voice. "I was never that memorable."
Remus' eyes widened at the sound of her calling him professor, but as she said the last part, her voice had been full of sadness. Only once before had he heard a voice like that, a voice, barely above a whisper, afraid to stand out. He mentally smacked himself for not noticing before.
How many people had flaming red hair in the wizarding world?
"Miss Weasley."
Images of a small scared little girl who outright refused to face the Boggart when he had asked her to crept into his head. He did remember her, she used to sit in front of the windows in the back of the classroom, afraid to be anywhere where there wasn't light.
He stepped back and she stood in front of him, a goddess amongst the shadows. Her eyes seemed to glow with a light of their own as she watched him, her swollen lips formed into a small frown. Slowly she nodded, making him groan and rub his tired eyes with his hands. Backing up he leaned against the wall next to the doorway.
The gods really were against him...
He looked up and glanced at her, she seemed angry and hurt at the same time. Her arms were crossed, irritation was visible in her posture.
"I'm not your student anymore Remus," she said hotly.
"Ms. Weasley I ..."
She interrupted him, her clear amber eyes like sharp darkened with anger and sadness. "My. Name. Is. Ginny."
Remus felt his heard give a painful jolt by the sound of her hurt voice. He wanted to comfort her, hold her, kiss her frown away. But he contained himself, frustrated with his new feelings. He didn't understand what he was feeling, and he could see that she was just as confused as he was.
"Ginny, this is wrong. I used to be your teacher and I'm old enough to be your father."
"It didn't bother you earlier when we were making out." She made a valid point, a voice in his head told him. "You're just using this as an excuse because you still think of me as some poor little girl who sat in the corner of your classroom to afraid of her own shadow! It's not like I'm asking for a commitment, Remus. I'm not asking you to marry me!"
Ginny looked at the verge of tears, and Remus could no longer help it, he scooped her into his arms and kissed her softly. Closing her eyes she leaned into the kiss and threw her arms around his neck. He fingered the edge of her top, running his thumbs over her smooth back.
Finally noticing she wasn't wearing a bra...
Pulling back before he could no longer contain himself, he pressed his forehead against hers. Panting he said, "This is still wrong. We can't continue this. We know nothing about each other and I'm leaving England tomorrow."
Shebrushed against his as she spoke. "Then we're just going to make this a night to remember wont we?"
Standing up with a purple sheet wrapped around his waist, he moved as quietly as possible. Making sure not to wake the sleeping form that was Ginny Weasley. He stared at her for a moment, leaning down to brush a few strands of hair from her face. She sleepily snuggled into the pillow letting the comforter come down to her waist, exposing soft creamy white skin.
He walked to the living room and looked outside the window as the sky slowly starting turning lighter. He could see pinks and gold's on the horizon over a few apartments buildings. He could see a few muggle cars making their way through the early morning traffic. A few small Mom and Pop shops were opening their doors for the morning rush and the small chirping sound of birds could be heard from a distance.
For a brief moment, everything seemed peaceful, everything was calm and new. For a brief moment he wanted nothing more than to go back to bed next to the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes upon and fall asleep without. He wanted to stay in England, a place that he had fought so hard to leave, and he wanted to stay. Leaning against the window, he thought of the reasons why he wanted to leave and what made him want to stay. He had no future in England, Werewolf haters made sure of that, he had nowhere to go and nowhere to stay. Only a few people accepted him for what he was and as much as it hurt to leave he felt the need to make something with his life. When he had received a letter from an old friend of his inviting him to stay with his pack, he finally felt like something important. He would be amongst his own kind, where he would be accepted and would feel like he was a part of something. But now, he thought of all the possibilities of what would happen if he stayed.
Could he and Ginny have a relationship?
He doubted it. As tolerant as her family was, he doubted that they would like the only girl to be with a Werewolf. He could see all of her brothers now, holding guns with silver bullets looking threatening through all of that red hair and freckles. Shaking his head at the ludicrous thought, he knew he was overreacting. But he did doubt that there could ever be more than just last night with between himself and Virginia Weasley. It just wouldn't work out. What a depressing thought, he mussed as he saw the first rays of sunlight finally light the street below.
He felt small thin arms wrap around his waist and felt her rest her head on his back. She muttered sleepily, hugging his waist. "What's the matter, Remus?"
He hugged her arms, a small smile tugging at his lips by the sound of her voice. "Nothing love, go back to sleep."
She snuggled into him, "Not without you, lets go back to bed."
He sighed and disentangled himself from her arms and looked down at her, brushing her hair from her face. Her skin was glowing with a faint pink blush, her hair was tousled and she looked tiredly up at him. He bent down to kiss her, their lips savoring each other. When they pulled back, he rested his forehead against hers, "How about you go back to bed and let me cook us some breakfast?"
She smirked, "And let you make a mess of my kitchen? I don't think so. Besides, we only have a few hours before you leave." She smiled like a pixie again, "How about we work up an appetite?"
They kissed again, each forming a memory out of that moment, that fleeting moment where nothing mattered but the person they were kissing. Each forming a memory to think back at when they felt lonely. They both knew that after that night, and that morning, they wouldn't be able to help the fact that without each other, they would always feel lonely.
As she lay back on the bed, tucked in under the covers he thought of the song he had heard last night. He had wondered if there could be such a woman as the one from the song. He had wondered if that woman would be able to make him question himself and have power over him without even knowing it?
Looking down at Ginny Weasley's sleeping form, he knew that she was that woman, the woman who made his head explode.
AN: Like, don't like? Should I continue? Or should I just erase it? Was this fic just a complete waste of your time? Let me know