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A/N: Yeah I thought you all deserved a treat and went ahead and wrote chapter 3. What two chapters in one day you say. Well it is no joke I really did it. I really wanted this story to get going. I really like this story the way it is in my mind at the moment, so I am taking a break from my paper in dissociative disorders and giving this story another chapter. Hope you like it.

Chapter 3 – 'Passionate Nobility'

I had been cooped up in my room for days. I finished my book with vigor and was way ahead of schedule. My publisher wouldn't be expecting it for days but I thought if he got one of my novels ahead of schedule, instead of behind schedule as they so often were, he would praise me more than usual. I took out my wand and pointed to my master copy and then to a stack of parchment creating a copy to send to my publisher. As I bundled the large stack of parchment I noticed the ever frequent ink spots on my hands. For a moment I thought to try and wash them off, but they were always there and rarely did the ink just wash off, especially the blue ink I used for writing my romance novels. I instead decided to pick out a robe that matched the light blue stains on my hands just as a joke to myself. I sighed as I realized that the blue robe I wanted to wear was dirty and the only other blue robe I had was my low cut one which was freshly cleaned the day before. Tom had brought the robes I sent to the cleaners up to my room the night before.

I sighed and changed into it anyway. Who is going to notice if I am just venturing to send a post, I thought. I put on my purple cloak and grabbed the large parcel and headed down the stairs. I managed to make it all the way down the stairs without tripping, but when I got to the bar I tripped on a chair leg and was sent into the bar, my ribcage slammed against it and I let out a groan of pain. "Are you okay Miss Blodwyn?" Tom asked walking up to where I was at the bar.

"Yes Tom, I will be fine, as always. I just wanted to tell you that I am finished so you will not need to bring me my meals anymore, and I do appreciate that. It is very thoughtful," I said with a smile. "Now I'm going out so I'll see you later." I then bounced out of the inn to the busy streets of Diagon Alley.

I made my way to the post office and things seemed to be going quite uneventfully till I turned the corner at the bookstore and my heart skipped a beat. Remus Lupin was looking in the window display. I walked a little taller which isn't very tall at all. I passed him as if I didn't see him at all and before I knew it I had dropped my parcel in purpose. It landed at his feet and my attempt at flirting was successful when he bent down to pick it up and turned to hand it back to me. "Iola, what are you doing?" he asked as his eyes widened with surprise.

I smiled in what I hoped was a flirtatious manner. "I was just heading over to the post office to send this to my publisher," I said as I took the parcel from him.

"Is this your book? Is it finished?" he asked as I noticed that the window display at the bookstore was still mine.

"Yes it is. Were you going to buy a book?" I asked narrowing my eyes at him playfully.

"No, I was just going for a walk and stopped here for a moment," he said in a fashion that I interpreted as trying to be convincing as his face flushed slightly.

"Would you like to read my book? You would be the first person to do so?" I asked hoping he would agree to. "I know it isn't your thing, but you could critique my writing style. I don't often get criticism and I find it is always welcome."

"I would like that very much," he said flushing again.

"Well, I just need to go drop this off at the post office and then we can go to The Leaky Cauldron and I can make a copy from my master copy," I said with a soft smile. I didn't wait for him to give me an answer as I began to walk to the post office again. I was pleased to find him walking along with me and before long I found myself trying to keep up with his strides.

We reached the post office and I sent the parcel with a note that read:

Dear Crispin,

I hope my newest novel is satisfactory. I feel it is my best yet. I doubt you will be disappointed.

Your favourite cash-cow,

Iola

I always loved making fun of the fact that I made Crispin all his money.

We were back to walking through Diagon Alley. "Remus wait," I called after him as I stopped exhausted by trying to keep up with him. I gripped my ribs where I had slammed into the bar at The Leaky Cauldron earlier.

"Are you okay?" he asked as he backed tracked to where I had stopped.

"Yes I'm quite fine. I just hit my side earlier and your pace is exhausting," I said taking off my cloak. It was to hot to be wearing it in the summer anyway. I was suddenly aware of the robes that I wore. If I had a parchment and quill I would have written the most delectable scene as it played out in my head. "Okay let's go, just don't walk so fast, please," I said draping the cloak over my arm.

"Let me take that for you," he said removing my cloak from my arm, yet another possible beginning to a steamy scene. I really was letting my writing mindset run away. I fixed my posture and began walking again. This time Remus made sure to slow to my pace and we continued to The Leaky Cauldron.

I entered my room and was followed by Remus who sat on the bed leaving the door open. I turned around and with a flick of my wrist the door slammed shut. "Sorry, I didn't know you wanted it closed," he said looking a bit uncomfortable.

"Don't worry about it," I said ripping open a large packet of parchment and placing it on the desk next to my master copy, "I just really hate leaving doors open." I did the charm that recreated my writing on the blank parchment. I then took two pieces of twine and bound the parchment to keep it all together. "There you go," I said handing him the copy of my novel.

"So who does Della end up going with?" he asked with a sideways smile.

"You have to read to find out. Oh I almost forgot," I made my way to the wardrobe and pulled out Remus' robe. "You left this here the other day. I had it cleaned for you." he reached out to take the robe from me and as he did his hand brushed against mine. My heart began beating so loudly I was sure he would be able to hear it.

"Thank you," he said as he stood up. He loomed over me, and he was so close I had to arch my neck up to look him in the eyes. His eyes looked beautiful, they were filled with the same sadness as they had shown a few days ago, but now there was something else in them giving them an odd allure.

"It was no problem. I had to send my robes out to be cleaned anyway." Our bodies were so close we almost touched. I knew he must have sensed the slight tremble that erupted throughout my body because of this closeness. That voice that begged to be kissed had returned, but its counterpart that voted against kissing him was nowhere to be found. I closed my eyes and I imagined a smaller version of me in conservative robes tied to a chair with a gag in its mouth, and the more fun version of me wore the same low cut blue robes that I wore and was laughing evilly at the conquered conscience.

"Are you okay, Iola?" Remus spoke snapping me back to reality. I nodded as I opened my heavily lidded eyes. His presence seemed to make me drunk. "Are you sure?" I nodded once again. "Well I should go," he said breaking the closeness and turning to the door. "I will return the copy of your book when I finish it."

I did nothing to stop him of hold him back. I stood there and nodded still drunk off the heat I felt coming off of him. My face felt as if it were on fire. I fell back on my bed and made dreamy sounds. I grabbed my pillow and cuddled it for a while thinking about him and his soft touch as his hand brushed mine as he took his robe. My whole body seemed to tingle, and I began to wonder how long it would be before he would come to bring me my copy of my novel. I wondered how long it would take him to read it. Then I began wondering how he would react to the oxymoron of a title I had chosen. I thought it was a rap title when I wrote it and now regretted it. I only hoped he would think the 'Passionate Nobility' was cleaver.

A/N: There is your bonus chapter for the day. I know it is shorter than the other two chapters but are you going to complain you got two updates in one night. Review and tell me what you think.