I woke up to warmth hanging around my stomach. That, and something pressing into my thighs. I fought back a shiver but couldn't wholly. There was a deep breathing and warmth hitting the back of my neck.

*flashback*

I wasn't quite sure how long we kissed like that. With that intensity, with those sparks. It was endless and I wouldn't have it any other way. Remus's hand rested on my bare hip, tracing patterns on my chubby stomach. Insecurity was something I knew I shouldn't feel around him, but he was gorgeous, and I was a young teenage girl with more chub than all the girls he's ever been with put together.

"Gods, you're beautiful." he huskily said in my ear. Slight reassurance came back, but I wouldn't dare bring up my lack of confidence in a moment right now, when all I wanted to do is ravish him. Not that he would argue with it. Much.

"You're perfect." I whispered to him, trailing kisses down his neck and along his collarbone. His hand stopped altogether on my hip and I detected I found a favorite spot of his. He just barely ended a growl short as soon as it began. Without notice he picked me up and push me backward on the bed. He'd taken my shirt of now, and he was still in his boxers because that was his sleepwear of choice. His…er buddy was pressing into the inside of my thigh, because he was situated there. Every once and a while, he would rotate his hips and I would moan. I was so embarrassed about my stupid noises, but it encouraged Remus. And I probably wouldn't have continued if he didn't place silencing charms on the room. He was nipping the muscle that joined my shoulder and neck, making me get louder and louder. I ran my hands through his brown hair and tugged a little when he kissed and bit a part below my ear. He growled deep in his throat and went back up to my lips, something that I was quite thankful for at the moment. Why are my noises girly and wanton? He bit my bottom lip slightly and took his head away from mine.

"We've got to stop or your innocence won't last for another hour." he said sweetly, kissing my cheek.

"And why, Mr. Lupin, would you want something like that to stay in place?" I asked, cheekily. He tensed a bit and smirked.

"Keep tempting me and you'll never find out." He kissed my other cheek. I giggled, drawing an invisible heart on his shoulder.

"I am curious now though, why are you so unwavering about my virginity?" I asked, looking down on his chest, my chest pressing against his.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"Everything in this marriage is extremely backwards, I'd like for something to remain perfect. That, and I don't want you to regret anything about you giving yourself to me." He flashed me a lopsided smile and I bit my lip. God, he was going to make the next week and a half impossible. I giggled and kissed him. He tugged the covers down the bed and told me to get in, him sliding in after me. I was still in my underwear and bra. And chub. That downed my mood a bit. He sighed, rolling over to face me and running a hand down my hip.

"I love your body, you know. The wolf knows how you're feeling right now, but you shouldn't feel anything less than perfect. Besides, you're possibly the sexiest woman I've ever been with. None of them have anything on you, and I wouldn't change a bloody thing about you, love." He whispered in my ear and affection swelled up in my chest.

"Thank you, likewise. Well….except with the sexiest woman thing…I'm uno-zero-zero percento straight." I whispered back, giggling a bit at the end. His arm tightened around me.

"I'm almost positive that's not correct in any language." I could feel the smirk through his words.

End Flash-Back

Remember all those horrid noises I made, my face flushed. Then I remembered something even more embarrassing. My morning-post-make out hair was not hot. Who was I fooling? My morning hair wasn't even…acceptable. I slowly rose, maneuvering his arm off my torso. I ran a hand through my greasy hair, as I notice the obstacle course like path to the bathroom. I would have to climb over Remus and not wake him up. I hitched a leg over him, and he moved facing the ceiling at the moment. This wouldn't have been such a problem if he hadn't had an obvious erection. I realized how large he really was. Really large, so large that I wasn't sure my persuasion would happen within the next week. God, I wouldn't be able to walk for weeks. The thought urged something through my body. Surprisingly, when I looked down I noticed he had a tattoo of the moon tattooed on his hip. It showed four little figures on under the moon; a dear, a dog, a wolf and….a rat? I wondered why such animals tattooed on him. My fingers traveled to his hip and traced the outline of the moon. Tattoos were extremely attractive, and they were something I was planning to invest plenty of money into a couple once I was 18. A couple really big ones.

"Not that I want you to stop, but why are you on top of me?" a breathless voice asked. I looked up to see his face, calm and eye-brow raised. I turned really red, at the moment also realizing that I was still…morning like.

"Uh…This really isn't what it looks like?" I grimaced, tracing the wood pattern on the floor. Next thing I knew, My back was pressed into the bed, him straddling me with a smirked on his face, hands on both sides of my face. What was it with him and being on top and in control? I smirked back.

"So a beautiful woman wasn't trying to seduce me out of sleep?" He asked huskily, tracing a line down from my jaw, past my collar bone. I smirked even more.

"Nope, it really wasn't that." He raised an eyebrow and sat up a little.

"So what were you doing?" he asked, smirking a little when I hesitated. I didn't really want to tell him about me sneaking in a shower so he didn't have to see me like this.

"I was just going to take a shower and I had to get over you to get to it."

"Why'd you stop for such a long time?" he asked back, not quite believing me. But he was right, it did look suspicious, how long I was on top of him.

"I didn't know you had a tattoo." I smiled a little. His face faltered and I knew I was missing something. By this time, he was sitting on the edge of the bed and not on me. I sat behind him, legs dangling on both sides. I ran hand through his hair.

"Tell me about it?" I wondered why it had killed him all of a suddenly. He sighed and traced a pattern on my knee.

"When Sirius and I were in Hogwarts, we had two other friends. James and Peter." He stumbled over the last name with bitter tone. "I was a werewolf then too. They all became animagus so they could come out with me on full moons and I wouldn't attack them. They were great friends and for the most part kept it a secret. James was Harry's father and only ever told Lily, who he married later. The girls told you about Harry being the savoir of the Wizarding World, I suppose?" I nodded, still wondering why he was so bitter.

"Ah, Then you know of Voldemort. When Harry was just a baby, Voldemort found a prophecy saying that a child would be his downfall basically. There were two possible outcomes, Neville Longbottom and Harry Potter. Voldemort chose to target Harry and the three of them went into hiding." His eye contact never wavered from mine, making this story all the more real as I got lost in his blue and hazel eyes. " Sirius was chose as secret-keeper, but he changed his mind last minute and Peter was made secret-keeper. Nobody knew he was a traitor then. Nobody found out until Harry's third year in school, when I was a teacher there the first time." I took in a large gasp at the thought of a friend betraying their friends like that.

"Sirius was put away in Azkaban for nearly 12 years, something that he's lucky to have come back from. He's still as much of a pretty boy as ever, trying to get into ever living woman's pants that walks by." He grinned at the last part, I figured maybe this was his way of saying he wanted to leave it at that. I shuffled my feet for my butt to sit on and put my hands on his shoulder to kiss his lips.

"I like tattoos." I whispered. He smirked and kissed me back.

"I don't have quite as many as Sirius but I've got a few." I raised and eyebrow, hoping he'd elaborate. He turned around and there was a phoenix on the back of his neck and Gryffindor tattoo on the side of his rib cage. I lifted his arm up to trace it. He jumped, I wondered if he was ticklish. I tested it out, knowing very well he probably would try to bite back a laugh as to keep himself composed. I slowly and softly fan my finger tips over it, barely touching it. I giggled back in response and he turned to me.

"Think it's funny, do you?" a mischievous gleam in his eye and a grin on his face.

"Very much. Ticklish, Remus?" I cocked my head to the side. Of course, he dodged my question. And jumped on my. He tickled me everywhere, I was panting hardcore and my sides hurt bad. My whole face was warm, my hair was tangling into itself even more, wiggling to escape his body which caged me in. Tears coming from my eyes, I heard someone clear their throat. The tickling ceased immediately, I wiped my eyes and my chest heaved. He sat up from me, and I sat up with him. Sirius and Hermione were standing in the door way, Sirius smirking and Hermione raising her eyebrow and fighting back a laugh.

I gasped. "This really isn't what it looks like." my eyes wide, pleading for understanding and…not to be laughed at.

"This is exactly what it looks like." Remus countered, smirking at Sirius. Hermione burst, her head looking like it was ready to explode only seconds before. She fell against the wall, head back and endless giggles coming from her mouth. My mouth popped open and I stared at him in disbelief.

"I hate you." I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Lies, darling, all lies." he kissed the tip of my nose and picked my up off the bed. I remembered that I was in my bra and underwear, because that's what I'd fallen asleep in. My arm shot out for the blanket and Hermione laughed even harder.

"Hey, Mione?"

"ha…haha…huh?…hah..ha" I glared.

"You should've been more quiet last night, sometimes I go on walking around at 2 in morning. Lucky, Molly didn't hear." She stopped laughing extremely quick. This was a long shot, seeing as at 2 o' clock in the morning I was locked in Remus's arms and I didn't know if anything had gone on with her and Sirius last night. Appearently, I was right.

"From what I can tell, Sirius is pretty talented." I winked at her, ignoring both men.

"I suppose you didn't have enough time to tell Remus about the little presents you Mum left you last night, then?" She smirked, my face faltered. Shit, that's not embarrassing at all.

"What 'presents'" Remus grinned and Sirius jumped in, "Yes kitten, do tell." I glared at her, crossing my arms.

"Come on, Darling." He grabbed hand and squeezed it.

"My mom gave me condoms when she found out we were sharing the same room." I mumbled, feeling the heat rise in my face.

"That's ridiculous!" I nodded, god…now he thought my mom even thought I was a whore!

"I'm a wizard! I don't need muggle means of contraceptives." I coughed on air, my eyes going wide.

"Speaking of which," I tried to change the subject, "Why are you two here?"

Hermione grimaced, "We've both got to go dress shopping…"

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