Chapter 2
"A Strange Meeting"

The Leaky Cauldron was crowded with parents and students that were taking breaks after shopping in Diagon Alley. This was the tavern's busiest time, and the new bus boy was tired to the bone.

"Hey Tom! I'm going to take a break, okay?"

"Not yet lad! I need you to bus table 6 before you do!"

Cursing the old man underneath his breath, Xander headed over to the table in the corner. A man sat there staring off into space, a cup of tea cooling in front of him.

"Um, excuse me…are you okay?"

The man glanced up sharply, his amber eyes coldly scanning him over. Xander shuddered slightly as the man turned away again.

"Um…Tom told me to clean up this table…but since it's still occupied I'll just-"

"I'm done," the man said, his cultured voice hard as stone. But something was there, under the surface that made Xander want to listen to him for as long as he could. The 18 year old summoned his courage and gave the stranger a smile.

"That's okay, you don't have to get up! I can get you another cup of tea if you like!"

"No thank you."

With those three words the man rose to his feet and brushed past him. Xander turned, his chocolate brown eyes wide in shock.

"I'm sorry…for whatever you lost," he whispered. The man stopped short and whirled around to face him. His eyes were now furious, causing Xander to step back.

"Don't speak of things you know nothing about boy," he snarled, his eyes flashing dangerously.

'Werewolf…' Xander thought, his eyes widening with shock.

"I'm sorry sir…you just looked so sad when you were sitting there. The eyes, you know?"

The man stepped closer, now chest to chest with Xander. He could feel the stranger's breath on his face as he stared down at him.

"What about the eyes?"

Xander shivered at the gravely voice. The fear in his gut changed to something else, something that made his cock harden in response.

"Um…they're windows to the soul?"

His hesitant words got a bark of a laugh in return. Though the eyes in question were still diamond hard.

"Whatever," the man growled as his nose wrinkled slightly. A heavy aroma of arousal filled his senses and his amber eyes turned molten gold. Xander realized almost too late what was happening.

'Oh shit…werewolf senses are more advanced…he can smell me!'

"Um…sir…I really need-"

Xander was cut off and the man pulled him into his arms, his scorching lips crashing against his. Xander moaned, his hands coming up to weave through the tan/gray strands. The man pulled him closer, his hot, starving tongue thrusting his lips apart. He nudged Xander's legs slightly apart, his knee coming to rest in between them. Xander's eyes rolled back in his head as he felt the hardness pressing against his center. The stranger's hands streaked a burning path down his back to rest against the swell of his buttocks. The long fingers squeezed firmly, causing Xander to arch his back and cry out.

"Hey lad! Are you done with that table yet? Table 9 needs cleaning!"

The man pushed him away like he was burned. Xander panted through passion-bruised lips as he stared up at the stranger.

"What's your name boy?" the man growled out, his eyes blazing down Xander's shuddering body.

"Xander, Xander Harris," he croaked out, not able to speak well yet. The man chuckled at this and bent down, licking the swollen lips. Xander clutched at him, releasing a small sigh as the man pulled away.

"It has been a pleasure Mr. Harris, one I hope to repeat again in the near future."

The man bowed mockingly before swiveling around. His graceful strides led him across the room and out the door, leaving Xander staring after him in shock. He shakily lifted his hand up, his fingers resting on his heated lips.

"I certainly hope so…"

…TBC…

Ooh! Xander has met our lovely werewolf, even though his name is not necessarily mentioned…but we all know who he is!

Oh, and with Remus' OOCness…you will learn why! So right now he is just Naughty Remus and Xander is Virgin Xander…oh the possibilities!

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