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A/N: Ok I felt bad about not putting Remus in the last chapter so I decided to update again in one night. I hope you will all enjoy this chapter. I had a lot of fun writing it I think it is my favourite one so far.

Before I begin I just want to say thank you to LunasStar for all of her wonderful reviews in this story and my other one Endless Moon. You are my most faithful reader and I am very grateful for you. Thank you for making the journey to this story I think you will like how it turns out as much if not more than Endless Moon.

Chapter 5 – 'You've read Jane Austin?'

After my encounter with Crispin I did not know how to act. My thoughts of Remus had subsided a bit and I worried about what would happen between me and my publisher. I hoped I had not ruined our friendship by being honest with him. I was hopeful when an owl had landed on the sill of my open window. I went to it and removed the letter from its leg and tore the envelope open as it flew away. I was excited by the handwriting knowing it to be my brother's.

Iola,

I am sorry to say I have spoken with Crispin. I think that if he had more confidence he would be writing this letter himself. He really does care about you and hopes he did not jeopardize your friendship by telling you about his feelings for you. I do hope you two can work things out and remain friends; it would be horrible if my best friend and my sister suddenly stopped being friends

I hate to say it but I do believe you should settle down with someone, I can hear you saying I sound like mom right now, if it is not going to be Crispin then whom? You have known him forever, and you are very compatible. I think the reason I have a good relationship with the both of you is because of the fact that you are so much alike. Well I am sure if I don't get off this topic you will not continue to read this so I'm done trying to play matchmaker.

The real reason I have written you is to tell you that I have decided to propose marriage to Brenna. I know she will accept, but I want your opinion on the matter. Isn't it sad that I can't go through with anything without the support of my younger sister? I will anxiously await your reply to this letter.

With much love,

Your brother Corbett

P.S. Who is the man that Crispin is sure you are in love with. I think I have a right to know.

I rolled my eyes as I finished reading the letter. I loved my brother but sometimes when he tried to comfort he did the opposite. I sat down and took a quill and piece of parchment out and was about to write my response to Corbett's letter when there was a knock at the door. I wondered for a moment who it might be. Usually only a select few people knew where I was when I was writing. I figured it was only Tom coming to ask me if I wanted anything for dinner, so one can imagine my utter bewilderment when I pulled the door open to reveal Remus Lupin.

"Hi, I hope it isn't too late, but I just finished reading your book and felt I had to come and tell you what I thought right away," he said still standing outside my room. He held in his hands the copy of my book that I had made him bundled loosely with twine.

"It isn't late at all," I said stepping away from the doorway. "Do come in. Well don't keep me in suspense. What did you think?" I said turning to face him as he shut the door behind him.

"Well, for what it is, it is brilliant. I think it could even pass as a normal novel if a few of the more graphic parts were removed. You could probably clean it up and someone would think it was written by someone trying to emulate Jane Austin," he said handing the bundle of parchment to me.

"You've read Jane Austin?" I was shocked that this wizard had read a book by a Muggle author.

"Yes I have. She is a wonderful writer but I think you could do better," he sat down on the bed as he spoke.

"You think I am a better writer than Jane Austin?" my eyes were wide with wonderment and I sat down next to him still clutching the bundle of parchment. "But Jane Austin is amazing. I can't possibly be better nor as good as she was."

He smiled at me and the years seemed to lift off of his face. I could tell he was much older than me, but I didn't care. His eyes were a soft amber colour and when he smiled they gleamed in a way that I thought shamed the iridescence of Crispin's jade colour eyes. "I think Jane Austin's talents pale in comparison to your potential."

I giggled slightly and turned my head away from him. I was ashamed of how I was acting but I couldn't seem to stop my flirtations. I turned back and looked deep into his eyes. He still smiled at me and seemed more relaxed then he did when I had turned away. Was it because he knew that I was flirting? Did he have the same intentions? Was what he doing in some odd way his own intellectual flirtation? I hoped that it was that he was flirting with me too. I didn't want to be the only one making a fool of them selves.

"Well I don't know if you are right, but thank you," I said and returned a smile to him. I wanted to tell him that he was my muse, but thought it to be too bold.

I wanted him to stop being my lover in just my imagination and take me then and there on my bed. I wanted to make love to him in every way possible, and fall asleep in his arms satisfied and contented. I wanted the next words out of his mouth to be 'I love you and I want to make love to you,' but instead he said "Well, I certainly think you are, and you're welcome."

The silence that followed his last statement was nearly unbearable. I sat there not speaking and wringing my hands slowly in anxious anticipation. My heart raced so loudly I was sure he would say something about it. I looked at him with wanton eyes and hoped he would turn to me and kiss me with passion. I wished this was one of my novels. If it had been he would have ravished me several times since his arrival. I looked down at my green robes and smoothed them out over my knees.

"What happened?" he asked and I snapped my head back up to look at him.

"What do you mean?" I asked suddenly loosing myself in his eyes.

He lifted his hand to my face and I felt his fingers on my chin. "What happened here?" I suddenly remembered that the small gash on my chin from when I fell on stairs was still healing.

"Oh, that's nothing. I fell when I was trying to go up the stairs the other day," I said with a small laugh.

His face twisted with concern. "Are you all right?" his fingers still touched my chin as he spoke.

"I'm fine. It was a nasty spill, but I recovered."

"It must have been bad. This looks like it could scar. Have you been to see anyone about it?" I began to think he forgot his hand was touching my face because he never broke away from me.

"I'm fine. Really it's nothing. I have done far worse to myself and I'm still here aren't I?" I said shaking my head slightly.

The concern lifted from his face only slightly and I inhaled as his hand moved along my face and rested on my cheek. "I just think it would be a great shame to have a scar upon this face."

I practically melted and waited for him to speak again. When he just sat there holding my face in his hand I decided to coax him into speech again. "What do you mean?"

"I just think that you have a very lovely face and that it would be a travesty to mare it with something as awful as a scar," as he spoke his voice wavered slightly and I could see his face flush slightly. I couldn't help myself and I swooned. I wanted to yell at him to kiss me and get it over with. I had never wanted something as badly as I wanted him to kiss me. More importantly, I had never wanted anyone to kiss me before him. Every other kiss I had received was just because I had agreed to go out with someone. I never desired anyone before him.

"You think I am lovely?" I said in a breathy voice. My accelerated heart rate and raged breathing had caused me to tremble slightly and with his free hand he took one of my hands in his.

"I think you are very lovely," he said as he held my still trembling hand. "You can stop shaking. Everything is alright. You don't need to be afraid of me, not now," he leaned close to me as he spoke and his breath felt hot on my face as he hovered millimeters away from me.

"I'm not afraid of you," I said with the hopes that he could feel me the same way that I felt him.

"Then why are you trembling? Are you afraid I may do something you don't want me to do?"

"No," the word sounded more like it was gasped then it was spoken, "I fear that you might not do something that I very much want you to do." I felt as if I would die if he did not kiss me at that very moment. My lips burned from having him so close to me. I could not figure out what it was about this man that drew me to him the way that he did. I held my breath and waited for the contact with him that I so desired when I heard a knock at the door.

He turned toward the door and my heart fell as he broke all contact with me. My breathing was still very much quickened as was my heart rate when I angrily marched to the door ready to yell at who ever was behind it with their horrible timing. "What is it?" I huffed as I threw the door open.

Tom was on the other side and he appeared startled at my reaction to his interruption. "I just wondered if you wanted anything for dinner, Miss."

"No, Tom, I am quite alright. I will tell you if I'm hungry in a little while," I said as nicely as I could. I did not mean to yell at Tom and felt bad about it afterward.

"Alright, Miss, I will see you later then," he said and turned to leave.

"Later Tom," I said closing the door while I could still see him in the hallway. I turned around to find Remus standing next to my bed.

"I should leave," he said as he picked up the cloak that he had lain on my bed when he had arrived. He moved to the door where I was still standing.

I moved myself against the door to stop him. "Don't go. Please stay for just a little while. I would enjoy the company," I said desperately. The desperation in my voice suddenly reminded me of the kiss Crispin had given me. That kiss embodied everything I felt at this moment. I could feel the want and desire that was unquenched. I empathized with Crispin in that moment and felt what he must have felt for years.

"I don't want to impose," he said softly. I was startled. There were no words that I could say at that moment. How could he have thought he would be imposing when we were so close to doing something so intimate? I still longed for his kiss and thought that if I could just keep him there for a little longer I could bring the moment we had back. "I think it would be best if I went," his words hit me like a kick to the gut.

"How would it be 'best' if you went? I don't want you to go. I want you to stay," I was pleading with him now. I could feel the threat of tears at the thought of him leaving me like this.

"I think we might have been saved from a grave mistake," it looked as if the words hurt him. They had to hurt him because they certainly hurt me.

"We were not about to make a mistake. I have never been more sure that what we were about to do was completely and utterly right," I could hear my voice break as the tears in my eyes flowed down my cheeks.

The look on Remus' face told me everything. He looked as if he was being stabbed and the perpetrator was twisting the knife. "Don't cry," he said softly as he closed the distance between us. "You are far too lovely to cry."

I couldn't help but continue to cry and I found that his words were meaningless. I felt him place hi hand on my cheek and wipe away my tears even though they flowed freely. He leaned down to my face and looked deeply into my eyes. "I don't ever want to see you cry again," he whispered against my lips before his pressed his lips to mine. My tears immediately subsided and I melted in his arms as we leaned against the door melding together. The fire that blazed in my lips spread throughout my body as he pressed himself against me. I was forced to be as close to him as possible by the solid door behind me.

I knew that despite the fact that I had not known this man for long that I was in love with him after that one kiss. If I was not in love with him then I was at least in lust and I would be given plenty of time to work out everything and be able to honestly say that I loved him. If his kiss was so perfect then the rest of him had to be perfect also.

A/N: Oh if only she knew that even 'perfect' people have flaws. I had a lot of fun writing this chapter. It reminds me of how I and my boyfriend Tobias were when we first met. The tension is all what I felt ever time he even looked at me so in a way it is autobiographical. Only I never thought Tobias was perfect. But he is a good kisser. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. So Reviews huh? Come on you know you want to Review.