AN: I decided to continue, I even have the next chapter done. Just need to check it over so it should be up soon... unless I decide to rewrite it again...

This Chapter is shorter than the first one, but the next one should be real long.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or the song "Waking Up Beside You". They are owned by their respected owners and I have nothing to do with them other then borrowing them for their own amusement.

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I've been so alone for so long

Forgotten by the world

Forgotten to myself

Your effervescent eyes have awakened me

And brushed the dust away

But I knew you'd never stay

She buried her face into her pillow, her shoulder blades moving around to stretch her naked back. His fingertips brushed down her spine lazily, she arched her back to his touch subconsciously as she smiled sleepily at him. He leaned in and kissed her, their lips barely brushing together.

So I memorized the color of your eyes as I lost myself inside you

And I memorized the way our legs entwined as I drifted off beside you

Her eyes fluttered open, he draped an arm on her and brought her closer, his chin resting on her shoulder, nuzzling her neck. His legs tangled with hers as they fell asleep again.

I miss

God I miss

Waking up beside you

He awoke to her lips pressing against his, her fingers lost in his tangled hair. His hands trailing up along the side of her body, brushing up against her breast.

At night I cling to you, I'm so afraid

Afraid the day will come

And I'll wake and find you gone

But you promised that you'd not abandon me

And kissed my fears away

But I woke up to that day

She grabbed her wand and with a flick the curtains closed, the room was now as dark as night. She threw her wand over her shoulders and kissed his cheek... his forehead... his eyelids... his nose... his lips...

But I had memorized the way our eyes

would meet reflected in the bathroom mirror

And I memorized your naked silhouette

as you slowly brushed your hair

He leaned against the door, watching as she sat in the stool in front of her bathroom mirror. The towel that she had used to cover herself had fallen around her waist. She combed her wet hair with a black brush, her eyes closed as she hummed to herself. He took in the sight of her, the way her neck curved, waiting to be kissed, the way her hair fell over shoulder and curled near the small of her back, the way her damp skin glistened in the light... He looked up, her eyes were staring straight into his.

I miss

God I miss

Waking up beside you

She slowly placed the brush in front of the mirror and stood, the sheet came off all the way and pooled around her feet. She walked towards him, her hips swaying slightly, her eyes half lidded, watching him through thick lashes.

I've been so alone for so long

I forgot how much it hurts

To wake up so alone

Her head rested on his chest, her hands clutching the sheet. He played with her hair, letting it run through his fingers. She snuggled up against him, and he tightened his arm around her.

But I memorized how warm your body felt

as you lay half asleep beside me

And I memorized the way the sunlight

filled the room and played upon your body

He carefully lifted her head, placing a pillow underneath, she stirred for a moment before burying her face into the pillow. He looked away and got dressed. Buttoning his shirt on he walked towards the window pulling the curtains, mid-afternoon sun met his eyes. Looking back at Ginny, her body covered by a thin sheet. Light poured over her body, her hair looked as if it were streaked with gold. Her eyes flinched as the light met her eyes. He walked over to her and sat down next to her. She sat up, covering herself with the sheets.

I miss

God I miss

Waking up beside you

He cupped her cheek, she leaned into his touch and closed her eyes, he brought his face down to meet hers...

I miss

God I miss

Waking up beside you...

"...That was Waking Up Beside You By Stabbing Westward, coming up on the New England Wizarding Wireless the six o'clock news, followed by more of your favorite songs by wizard, witch, and muggle alike. On the only station in America that brings you the best of both worlds, WWMR..."

Remus slammed his fist on top of his alarm clock. He groggily stared at the time and groaned, rolling over to stare at the ceiling of his bed. Slowly his mind turned itself on and began to process the dream he had just awoken from. Rubbing his tired face he sighed.

Getting up, shivering from the early morning breeze coming from the open window hitting his shirtless chest, he crossed to the small table that held a pitcher of water. He had charmed it so that it was always cool with a simple spell when he had first arrived here. He doubted that he needed it since it was unusually cold on that particular morning. Pouring himself a glass, he walked as he gulped the water down towards the small balcony.

The New England sky was covered in bright clouds, it hurt his tired eyes to look at it directly. Instead he stared at the grounds surrounding the building that he had lived in for the last two years. He was in a school for children who suffered with Lycanthrope, Anul Institute. It was a small school inside a small werewolf town. Most of the werewolves that attended the school were full-blooded, meaning that their parents lived in the town and were werewolves themselves.

There were those, like Remus, who had been turned into werewolves, making their change a more painful one. They lived in the school in an adjoining dormitory, and those who's parent's couldn't deal with their child's "abnormality" lived there all year round.

Remus' balcony didn't face the town, it faced the thick forest that surrounded it. Lush green tree's as far as he could see. During winter, when the leaves had fallen off, he could see the river up ahead. But it was late spring and the leaves were green and full of life. He closed his eyes and the sound of the rivers rushing water was barely audible by the sweet bird song coming from the trees. He leaned against the railing, deep in though.

Closing his eyes, he could see the face that he had though of every night for the last few years. Ginny's smiling face taunted him in his dreams. Vivid dreams of them together, wrapped in each others arms, exploring each others bodies. It was a painful reminder that he couldn't be with her.

They were too different and it wouldn't be fair for her. He was glad that there was a whole ocean between them. It was harder to give into temptation when the Atlantic ocean blocked his path to her. If he had lived in England he knew he wouldn't be able to stay away from her for so long without giving into temptation. Ginny was like a drug and the farther he was from her, the harder it would be for him to become addicted.

'But you are addicted' said a voice in his head, 'you were only with her once and almost three years later you're still having dreams about her.'

Resisting the urge to jab his wand through his ear to quiet down the irritating voice in his head, he walked towards the bathroom to take a long, hot shower.

~*~

Far away from Remus, Ginny walked into her small kitchen in her apartment and poured herself a new cup of coffee. After adding sugar, cream, and a tablespoon of chocolate mix she walked back to the sofa and sat down in front of her coffee table. Large amounts paperwork were pilled in front of her. Order forms, receipts, and bills that waited for her organizational skills. She sighed, and continued the rough task at getting the Twin's shop in some type of working order.

She didn't complain though, her loving brothers hand been more then generous to her. They had offered her a job as their assistant until she found something better after being fired from yet another job. Her previous boss hadn't been too understanding as to why she had to take so many sick days. But her brothers had swooped down to her rescue and offered her this cushy job after she had refused to take their money. Problem was that they had done their own accounting before. Neither had any sense of organization or of numbers so it was Ginny's job to organize five years worth of paperwork that she had found in a filing cabinet that was being haunted by a rather angry Boggart.

She rubbed her eyes as they stung and were blurry from concentrating on Fred's bad penmanship. She decided to take a break, leaning back she closed her eyes and let her mind drift.

'Tonight's the full moon... I wonder if Remus is ok...'

She shook her head, not wanting to think about him, but it was hard not to remember him on that day. It was hard not to remember him every day. But from what little she had heard from Harry and Sirius she knew he was better off in New England. She wished to know more about how his life was going but she didn't want to rouse suspicion from either Sirius or Harry. Because no one knew about that night. She had kept that night close to her heart and didn't utter a word to even Hermione, her closest friend and sister-in-law.

Countless times she had to stop herself from sending an owl to him, to let him know that she still thought about him...to let him know....

Shaking herself again, she sat up and leaned forward, covering her face in her hands. She felt pathetic, tired and miserable.

'Its been almost three years... I need to move on...'

But it was hard. That night had changed everything, her whole life was now connected to that night. Her life had been tough the past few years. She had seen herself somewhere completely different then where she was now. She had dreamed about working abroad when she was younger, like her older brothers had. But things never turned out the way she planned.

She wouldn't change how her life had turned out though, not even if she could. She didn't care that she couldn't keep a steady job for long, or that people spoke ill about her behind her back, she didn't even care anymore that her brother Percy had been so ashamed of his sister that they didn't start speaking to each other until the previous year when he had asked for forgiveness.

Her parents supported her, her mother didn't look at her differently, and her father hadn't shunned her. They were with her when she had needed them the most and she would forever be grateful to how understanding they had been. And every time she saw them, she felt a pain in her heart from all the lies she had to tell her sweet old parents.

She looked up suddenly, she had heard a tapping coming from the window, lifting her blinds she saw three large owls burdened by a heavy looking package. She opened the window and they swooped in, landing on her kitchen table. She untied the rope that they had used to hold it up from their legs and handed them an owl treat each. They hooted and swooped back out.

She was about to open the package when she heard a noise coming from her bedroom. As she opened the door, she smiled. She was met with pair of large golden brown eyes staring at her from behind the bars of the white crib.

"Mommy!"

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AN: I'm sure a few of you saw that coming. If not then it came as a lovely surprise. I had a pic of the baby in my journal but since that's still MIA I'll have to redraw it.

The next chapter is rather long, and wont have any actual Gin/ Rem interaction. That wont happen till waaaay later in the story.

To those who reviewed, THANK YOU! I'm glad you liked the fic, but I was surprised as to how many people actually read this fic. ^_^

And now for a few Questions for you to think about till I get my lazy ass to update again:

What's in the Package?

Who sent it?

Why is Ginny forced to take sick days from work?

What is she keeping from her parents?

And what's the baby's name?

Oh and for your enjoyment I have a pic for you people. Its a sketch I did after I wrote the first chapter, it isn't that good but I like it. The link will be up on my bio for a few weeks, if its not and u want to see it email me and I'll be happy to send it to you.

later