AN: This scene is taking me much longer than I have anticipated... I still haven't gotten to the really good parts yet. I will probably do a Hermione chapter on this (just so you can see things from her perspective) and then I'll move the plot along with Remus POV. Thank you to everyone who has followed, favorited, or wrote a review. I really appreciate it!

Onwards with the story:

I kiss her skin even though I can tell she is not mentally in the room with me now. Her eyes are glazed over and I can tell she is thinking hard so I slow down my kisses and take the time to drink her in with my eyes.

Her soft, wild, curly hair frames her neck enticingly and trails along her right breast. My fingers itch to be where her hair is, to fill her heavy breasts fill my hands. I gently move my hands to her breasts filling their weight fill my hands. I stare at her reflection in wonderment. Why would such a lovely young woman let an old, scarred man like me touch her like this, let me feel her back lean against my chest, her hips in line with my own? Her body fits mine perfectly, like a puzzle piece that has always been missing.

I can't help but become hard as I trail my hands down her abs to her hips where gently grasp them possessively. I can't believe she is mine, that she allows me these little pleasures. How I could die a happy man just holding her like this. I slowly rub soft, gentle circles into her hip bones and then I lightly squeeze them with my fingers, bringing her back to me. I can't wait to have her again but I always wait for her permission before I enter her.

It's a little ritual we do, so I can know that I am bringing her pleasure, that she is in control of where we go. I would never want to intrude upon her, to hurt her.

"Remus?"

"Hmmm?" I hum against her skin as I resume my kisses to her neck.

"I have often thought of that first night we were together, do you remember it?" she asks in a breathy voice.

"Of course. It was the night before the full moon and I had come over to your apartment for my wolfsbane."

"Yes, I had just come home from an awful date, and had barely managed to take off my shoes and undo my hair before I heard your knock at my door".

I was slowly falling in love with her. How she was there for me after the war, how she sought me out and sat with me to discuss all sorts of theories. How she would passionately argue for greater rights for half-elves, giants, centaurs, werewolves, and other maligned creatures in our world. I loved watching how her passion would cause her magic to flare. How I wished and fantasized that I could feel her passionate nature but had to resign myself to the fact that some other man would get that privilege. I had seen her grow into a beautiful woman who often hid herself behind books, her wild hair, and jeans and big t-shirts, how she usually tried to push men away from her.

That night I remember as the moment I knew I had to make my move on the little witchling. My jaw dropped, watching how that chocolate satin caressed her every curve, curves I wasn't even aware she had, curves I suddenly wanted to caress. Watching how her hair fell wildly around her. She looked sexy and delectable like a glorious piece of chocolate, just waiting for me to unwrap, taste, and savor.

Her eyes lit up when she recognized me.

"Oh hello Remus, I wasn't expecting you. Please come in! Would you like some tea?"

"Sure" I said in a husky voice, how could she possibly think I would say anything but yes to her.

She raised one eyebrow at me and looked concerned "Are you alright? You sound like you are coming down with something"

I smiled nervously and cleared my throat telling her "its something I had for quite awhile now, usually happens every full moon".

She laughed and said "of course, I was wondering why you never came by earlier to pick up your potion".

I slowly started to unbutton and remove my coat as I say "I'm sorry. Something important came up at the last minute that I couldn't get…" I falter as I look up and realize that instead of covering up her shoulders and chest like I had originally thought, the only thing holding up her dress where thin spaghetti straps. I couldn't look away from them. I couldn't help but imagine myself helping her out of that dress as I pleasured her until she begged me to fuck her. That dress was going to be the death of me.

"Is something the matter?"

Her voice pulls me out of my thoughts.

"No. I just have a lot on my mind is all. You look very beautiful tonight Hermione. I hope I'm not interrupting your plans".

Her blush covers her face and neck and she seems to delight in my praise. Interesting. Maybe Ginny was right, she is attracted to me.

"Um… [she softly laughs]. Thanks. No, you're not interrupting anything. The date was over before it started. Would you like some tea?"

She went on a date with some other man in that dress. What idiot would let her get away from him?

And then she turned and I saw the back, and I couldn't help but leer at her. I couldn't help but let my eyes wander down, particularly because I knew she wouldn't see me. The spaghetti straps accentuated her lovely shoulder blades. All I wanted was to run my fingers and tongue along the curve of her spine. How the dress flattered her curvy pert ass, my hands just aching to give it a squeeze. How her shapely little calves were on display.

And all i could think about was bending her over the nearest desk and bunching that dress up to her hips as I fucked her. Feeling her get wet for me, hearing her her moans and whimpers.

And then I got to her feet and I found it utterly adorable that they were bare. She was the perfect mix of innocence and desire.

She turned her head to look behind her shoulder and ask "are you coming?"

"Um… what?" I was so involved in my fantasies that I couldn't hear her

She turned around and walked back over to me. "Are you alright, Remus? Come, let me make you some tea while I bottle up the potion for you?"

I just nodded at her. I didn't trust myself to move because I was afraid that I would cross the line and lose her friendship, or do something she would regret or hate. Why would she want an old man like me to touch her anyway?

Then felt her tiny hand grasping mine and I felt my heart soar and I was left breathless, no one except Dora and Lily ever just touched my hand like that. Most people thought touching me could infect them. It had been so years since I had been touched in a non-medical way and it felt glorious.

"Come Remus" she said after several attempts to pull me forward.

"You're touching me" I said in an awed voice.

She immediately let go of my hand and I saw her face fall in a slight frown. I knew saying something was a mistake.

"I'm sorry, Remus. I didn't mean to invade your space"

"No!" I yelled.

She looked slightly frightened at my outburst.

"I'm sorry. Please don't misunderstand, its just no one has touched me for so long and I just…. I wanted to thank you for your kindness to me and my son for all these long months".

My eyes went downcast. How pathetic I must sound to her.

She slowly reached her hands out and gently touched my face. I couldn't help looking up and into her eyes.

Her touch burned me with pleasure. Her eyes were soft as she looked at me and I couldn't help but lean into her touch. It was even better than I could have possibly imagined.

She smiled at me softly and then wrapped her arms around my back and held me.

I can feel the warmth seeping into my clothes from her arms.

She laughs and doesn't let go. "I know you're out of practice but generally when someone hugs you, you're supposed to hug them back".

I slowly let my hands rest on her bare back. Her skin feels divine against my fingers. She sighs happily and then gently rests her head against my shoulder. Her whole body is pressed into mine.

After a few moments, she pulls away but still holds me in her arms.

"I really should be thanking you Remus, you've saved my life and protected me many times. I can never repay you for everything you've done for me and everyone else I care about".

She gently leans forward and goes on tiptoe and kisses my cheek.

"You're an amazing man, Remus Lupin. Kindness and hugs are the least I can do for you".