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A/N: Hello! Thank you to everyone who reviewed!You're all awesome!! So this chapter comes with a slight warning: there are a couple of references to adult situations. So be prepared, lol! And enjoy! :)

Clea walked around her office, pointing her wand at every candlestick. Small yellow-white flashes appeared and died down into soft flickers of fire.

A couple days past, and Sirius was on everyone's mind. Clea heard her students whispering about him before every class. She almost felt like fleeing the castle. How could she stand it? Sirius was so close; he could still be in the castle somewhere.

Mostly Clea felt ashamed, because she wasn't scared that her brother was here, or angry. Instead she longed to speak to him; to talk to him, about anything. She just wanted to hear his voice.

Occasionally, Clea would pass Harry in the hall, and once again feel that instant tug of emotions. She felt like a horrible person. She felt evil. But why shouldn't I wish that Sirius would come to me and tell me this was all a joke? Clea wondered constantly. Yes he betrayed Lily…but he's my brother. Don't I owe him my loyalty?

A loud pounding knock at her door made Clea's heart attempt to leap out of her chest. It settled back into her rib cage with a rapid pace that caused Clea's whole body to shake.

Clea pointed her wand at the door and it immediately opened wide.

Remus stood there. His skin was pale and moist, like he was inches away from passing out. As he walked into the room, Clea noticed his clothes hanging off of him more loosely than usual, and his eyes were so bright they were almost frightening to look at.

Clea swiftly moved from the back corner of her office towards where Remus was, as he turned to close and lock the door behind him.

"Remus?" Clea gasped, her voice cracking with worry.

Remus turned back around to face Clea. He softly grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her body up against his.

Remus bent his head down and captured Clea's mouth in his own, gently but hungrily prying her lips apart.

Clea moaned slightly as her face instinctively leaned up into Remus. She placed her hands on Remus's shoulders, and pushed away from him with all her strength.

"Remus John Lupin!" she shrieked, shock rippling through her eyes.

Before Remus, or Clea, could say one more word, Clea threw herself back against Remus, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pressed her lips against his.

Remus's hands brushed around Clea's hips, and traveled up her back slowly, finally stopping at the middle point of her back. His fingernails arched, digging themselves through the fabric of her robes and puncturing her skin.

Clea's shoulder stiffened, but she didn't break from the kiss. Her brain melted as Remus applied more pressure against her bottom lip.

Clea pushed aside her desire to be with the man she loves, for a moment, to listen to the voice in her head; which was screaming at her to recognize the signs. As Remus's nails dug harder into Clea's back she realized that this wasn't her Remus. It was the wolf.

Clea slowed down the kiss, which had become a ferocious battle of her trying to breathe and him trying to swallow her.

Clea's hand gently stroked Remus's face. Remus inwardly flinched when Clea's fingers traveled over the hump from his scar. Clea's hand fell down onto his arm.

Instantly Remus relaxed his grip on her back and pulled away. He stepped back, shaking his head. His eyes burst open, flashing yellow before they dissolved back into their normal beautiful calm blue.

"I'm sorry," Remus whispered, rubbing his hands across his face. He turned abruptly towards the door, muttering under his breath,

Clea reached her arm around, stretching her fingers so that they spread across the middle of her back.

She didn't know whether to laugh or cry at Remus's actions. She felt excited that he kissed her, but upset at the way he was probably feeling.

Remus, a tall man, with long limbs and a straight posture, stood at Clea's door, reaching inside his robes for his wand. He looked to Clea like the smallest, weakest man in the world.

Clea sprang over to him, grabbing his arm and stopping him from unlocking the door.

"I'm sorry, Clea," Remus said again, trying to twist his arm out of Clea's grasp, so that he could open the door.

"It's ok, Remus! It's ok," Clea pleaded. Remus's body went limp. He looked down at the ground, shaking his head. Clea placed her other hand on Remus's face and shifted so that her face was right under his. "Don't leave," she whispered.

Remus sighed almost sadly, and tucked his wand back into the pocket of his robes.

"Come here," Clea said softly, lacing her fingers into Remus's. "Come sit down."

Clea led Remus over to her desk chair, where Remus promptly sat down. "I'll be right back," she said. Clea ran into her bedroom and grabbed an empty glass, filling it with water from a jug she had on her bed stand.

Clea walked back into her office and placed the glass down in front of Remus; before sitting in a chair on the opposite side.

"I'm-" Remus started, but Clea cut him off with a hand movement. Remus picked up the glass. "It's a full moon tonight," he said, downing the water.

Clea nodded, even though she felt confused. "Remus, what about the Wolfsbane? Isn't that potion supposed to help you?"

"It stops me from becoming a monster," Remus said. "I remember who I am. I remember the people I love, so I won't attack them. But, I still transform. I still….it doesn't completely stop the wolf senses form taking over."

"Oh," Clea whispered.

Remus shot up from his chair, fidgeting with his fingers. He wandered over to the window, and gazed out of it. The sun was just beginning its descent; the moon would be up within hours.

Clea rose from her chair and slowly approached Remus at the window. He spun around, seconds before she got near him. He reached his hand out and dragged his fingers down the side of her face.

Heat rose in Clea's cheek. Remus licked his lips, and leaned in closer. Their breath barely mingled, when Remus pulled back, tearing his hand away from Clea's face, wringing it together with his other one.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I just….I just feel like I need something."

"Blood?" Clea said, a smirk spreading across her face. "The opportunity to rip apart flesh, perhaps?"

"Funny," Remus said dryly.

Clea laughed and leaned forward, kissing Remus perfectly on the tip of his nose. Remus cleared his throat, and continued to twist his fingers around.

"You know Remus," Clea said, stepping back from him and walking back over to her desk. "If you didn't break up with me, and ignore me for thirteen years…you wouldn't have to tell me you were sorry after kissing me. You wouldn't even have to ask permission."

Remus stood up, and stuck his hands into his pockets. "Thank you Clea; for reminding me that werewolf or not, I'm still a monster," he said, his voice harsh. He turned away from Clea, and looked back out the window.

Clea frowned and sighed. She wanted to feel ashamed at herself for making Remus think that, but another voice in her head shouted out of the darkness; and told her that Remus should know, more than anyone, that Clea would never see him as a monster, werewolf or not.

"Remus," Clea finally said, picking up the empty glass of water. "I don't think you're a monster! I…that should just be common knowledge! I was just trying to be, you know, flirty. I never want to hurt your feelings Remus; ever."

There was a small silent pause that Clea thought would never end, before Remus laughed. "If you never want to hurt my feelings, then when were you going to tell me that you kissed Severus?"

The sound of glass breaking shook the room. Clea started coughing on the overdose of oxygen she inhaled after Remus spoke.

"Never, I take it," Remus laughed. Clea turned her back to him, her face red with guilt, and embarrassment.

"It wasn't pleasant, just so you know," Clea stammered out. She spun around suddenly, when she felt Remus's hand stroke her hair.

Clea looked up into Remus's eyes. The flicker of yellow started to pulse through them. She felt mischievous; longing to give Moony what he wanted.

"In fact," Clea said her heart racing and her body pressing against Remus. "I'll show you exactly how it happened."

Clea grabbed Remus's face in her hands. She reached up, and softly sucked on Remus's upper lip, traveling down to his lower, before she ripped them apart with her tongue, letting it roll little circles around Remus'. Her hands moved up to Remus's head, gripping his hair, as they both intensified their kiss.

Clea pulled away and Remus stared at her, a mixture of shock and disgust.

Letting go of Remus's hair, Clea couldn't hold back her laughter for one more second. Remus shook his head, and wrapped his arms around Clea, pulling her into a tight hug.

"That wasn't funny!" he said, through his own laughter.

"I'm sorry," Clea giggled. She kissed the bottom of Remus's chin. "How could I ever want Snivellus over the sweet, handsome Professor Lupin?" Clea said, glaring into Remus's eyes.

Clea couldn't help feeling giddy. She wanted to be calm and dignified and sexy when Remus finally made his move. She hated the fact that she now had a jellyfish living in her stomach, causing waves of butterflies to pass through her entire system, and disabling any intelligent thoughts.

"I should go," Remus sighed, loosening his hold on Clea, and gazing back out the window. "I have about two hours till...I'm starting to feel it."

Clea wrapped her arms around Remus's torso. She couldn't stop her mouth from forming a frown. A part of her was hoping that the Wolfsbane cured him completely, but she knew that that was wishful thinking.

"Can't you just stay, Remus?" Clea whispered into Remus's chest.

Remus struggled away from Clea. "I can't. You know I can't. I…" Remus's voice fell, and he rubbed his hands over his eyes.

"Why do you love me so much, Cleopatra?" Remus asked, his voice bounding off the ceiling. "Why wouldn't you pick someone like Severus over me?"

Clea sighed, and couldn't stop the eventual rolling of her eyeballs. Clea had been over things like this with Remus a thousand times. She understands though, that Remus will never be able to completely get over his lack of confidence and self esteem. Even at, what Clea lovingly referred to as the peak, when Remus had three best friends that were more like brothers, a job he loved, and a girl who disowned her family to be with him, Remus still felt that he wasn't worthy of all that.

"Remus," Clea said. "Look at me. Look at my brothers; what Sirius became. Look at the history of my family. Besides a few odd ones sprinkled around, they're all dark, they're all borderline evil. I'm supposed to be like that, Remus! I was a Slytherin, part of the most ancient and respected wizarding family. I'm supposed to be hateful…to people like you. But, I'm not, I can't be; I don't want to be. So…why should I condemn you for also being something you aren't supposed to be?"

Remus nodded. Thrusting his hands deep into the pockets of his faded pants, he slowly walked over to Clea.

Clea was staring at the bottom of her robes. Only the sound of Remus's feet shuffling across her floor, gave her any indication about what was about to happen next.

Remus pushed Clea down on her back, so that she was lying across her desk; his lips came crashing down on hers.

Clea's arms instinctively wrapped around Remus, but her brain wanted to stop. This isn't how Remus kisses. Remus-kisses are soft and gentle, and filled with that anxious longing feeling.

Clea pulled her face away from Remus, and laid her head flat on her desk top. Remus's eyes were foretelling the apology that would soon spill out of his mouth.

He made a jerking motion, trying to straighten up and off of Clea, but Clea prevented him by wrapping her legs around his waist.

Remus sighed defeated. "I really should leave Clea," he whispered. "Before something happens."

Clea playfully raised her eyebrow, but released Remus from her hold.

"Remus," Clea said, sitting up. Remus straightened his clothes, but didn't move away from the desk. "Did you have any other girlfriends…over the past thirteen years?"

Remus walked behind Clea's desk and sat down in her chair. "Clea," he started, pushing his hair away from his eyes. "I won't deny that I tried, but…once they found the monthly disappearances peculiar they usually fled; and….I would have never been able to completely give you up either."

Clea smiled. "I had three boyfriends," she said. "I didn't like them. I don't even think I had a decent, meaningful conversation with any of them. I just used them to forget the past; but, it only made me think about you, and it, more."

"I need to leave," Remus said, suddenly. He stood up, and walked past Clea towards the door. Clea reached out and grabbed the back of his robes, pulling him back to her.

"You still have one and a half hours, Remus. Don't go yet."

Remus stood in front of Clea. His tongue slipped out of his mouth and over his lips. Clea counted that in the past thirty seconds, Remus blinked about fourteen times.

"I…I can't stop thinking about you," Remus said, leaning towards her and back straight again. "And with the wolf senses starting to come through; it isn't going to lead to anything good. Not that that wouldn't be good, but…I mean…we shouldn't do that."

"We've never done that," Clea said, sounding bitterer than she intended. "You wanted to wait till we got married. But then we never got married…and…Remus we're adults."

"I know," Remus whispered. "It isn't proper, though."

Clea sighed, for what she counted to be the fourteenth time. "Remus, you don't always have to be proper. I want to be with you, werewolf or not."

Remus's hand started to shake, as he grabbed Clea's face. Clea softly kissed Remus; the slow, gentle kiss she usually shared with him.

"Maybe," Remus said, so quietly Clea almost didn't hear it. "Maybe we can just kiss for a while."

Clea smiled, and nodded eagerly. Their hands mashed together, and Clea couldn't help but laugh with excitement.

"I have an hour and fifteen minutes," Remus said. He kissed Clea gently on her forehead.

"Please, Remus," Clea said, wrapping her arms around him. "No countdowns."