Finally updated! Woo! I think I actually forgot abou the story for a week or two. Oops! Please R&R.

Spring 1981, approx 6 months before the deaths of Lily and James Potter.

Remus and Ana sat together, locked in the cellar of Ana's house drinking wine. It was the night of the full moon, but the moon was still several hours from rising. Neither wore anything more than a light bathrobe; any clothes would be destroyed when the two werewolves transformed. Though they were both much more at ease than normal, there was a certain tension in the air. Remus could feel his body aching for Ana, to be near her and feel her warmth around him. He knew she was feeling the same. It was like this for all werewolves just before transformation. In the past, before Ana had arrived, Remus staisfied the feelings with his hand. Now he didn't have to.

'Tense?' he asked quietly. 'As always,' came the reply. Setting down his glass, Remus moved over to where she sat, sitting down behind her and began to rub her shoulders. She moaned softly 'Remus, that feels so good.' He simply rubbed harder. Ana let her head fall back against his shoulder and he softly began to kiss down her neck. She moaned softly and squeezed his knee. The squeeze quickly turned to a vice-like grip as waves of pleasure rippled through her from Remus's actions. His hands were no longer on her shoulders. One had slipped down to gently fondle and caress her breasts while the other had parted her robe and slid between her legs. Ana moaned as he tweaked her nipple. Through a haze of emotions, she could feel Remus's response to her closeness pressed against her back.

'Remus,' Ana murmured. 'I need you. Now.' Her words went staight to his groin and suddenly, Remus knew how it felt to love and want something so badly that words could not describe it. Laying her back gently on the cold stone, Remus stretched out over her. Ana let her fingers twine briefly into his hair before pulling him down into an intense kiss. The heat which had flared between them grew intoxicatingly until Remus could no longer hold back. Releasing her lips from his, he thrust into her roughly. Ana's head fell back as she was momentarily overwhelmed by him. Remus kissed her as he rocked his hips against hers. He could feel her beginning to respond to his thrusts and the sensation of her holding him tight inside her was almost unbearable.

Short breathy moans and gasps eccape them both as the tension rose between them. Ana's hands were digging painfully into Remus's shoulders but he didn't seem to notice. His lips moved quickly down her neck, leaving a glistening trail behind. His hands moved over her breast, squeezing gently, then down her back to press her body closer against his. Remus felt his pleasure building and building inside him until it reached an explosive pitch. He groaned loudly as he came, pressing into her one last time and seconds later, Ana follwed crying out his name.

When it was all over they held eachother close, feeling their hearbeats settling and their bodies calming. Remus sensed the contentment radiating from her, that words were not needed to fill the silence between them. The desire they felt each month, intensified by the moon, was satisfied for tonight. He kissed the top of her head and pulled her bathrobe, which had slipped down her arms, back up. Then they both lay still to wait for the moon to rise

Present day

Remus sat on his bed at 12 Grimmauld Place and looked out the window into the grassy square below. He wondered where Ana was now, and if she was thinking about him. Returning to his memories, Remus recalled that the day after that full moon, he had asked her to marry him and presented her with as nice a ring as he'd been able to afford. The rain outside trickled down the windows and the sky was grey. Remus could almost hear her voice again: 'Oh Remus! It's just what I wanted! You chose beautifully, sweety. Yes! Yes, I will marry you.' He recalled her laughter, 'I love you, I love you, I love you!'.

Sighing he lay back on the bed and tried not think about Tonks. She had cornered him again today in the kitchen of Grimmauld Place. Though part of him wanted to hold onto the past, Remus could not deny that as well as being persistent, Tonks was a beautiful, clever, kind-hearted witch. He didn't want to hurt her, but he knew he didn't love her.

Early the next morning Molly confronted Remus in the kitchen over a large mug over coffee. 'Now look Remus, what's going on with you and Tonks?' she asked. 'The poor girl looks so sad everytime I see her. You're not just playing with her for fun, are you Remus? Because that's a terrible thing to do to someone, and-' Remus cut her off 'Molly, why would I do that to Tonks?' He ran his hand through his hair. 'Look Molly, things between me and Tonks aren't working. I just don't feel the same way about her as she does for me,' he said earnestly. Molly gave Remus a strange look, as though she suspected there was something else on his mind. Which there is thought Remus as he helped himself to toast and bacon from the fresh stack on the table.