Sixteen.

A/N: I saw the word count for this chapter and I legit cheered! I've never actually written a chapter that's 2,000 words before, so I feel really pleased with myself! This was actually supposed to be the scenes for their first kiss in the early stages of writing this fic, but I wrote several different first kisses and eventually decided on the one that was in chapter seven. I did keep this though, because I wanted to adapt this one and add it in at some point and here we go! Again, I just wanted to say a massive thank you to every single one of you who read, review, favourite and story alert this because it really does mean an awful lot to me.

Just a quick warning though that updates might slow down a little as I'm in my last year of Sixth Form/taking my A Levels (which I think is the equiv of the American senior year? I dunno.) and I'm right in the middle of applying for university, so coursework and exams could quite possibly get in the way of my writing time.

I still found it difficult to get my head around what Nat, Kate and I had discovered in the library. I wasn't sure if we were even right or not until I noticed that Remus wasn't in the Great Hall during any of the mealtimes on Friday, nor did I see him around the castle throughout the day. I couldn't bear to imagine what that must feel like, having to go through all of that pain only for one night per month.

I set off to the library early Saturday afternoon, deciding to skip lunch. I felt that needed some quiet time away from everything, and reading at least some sort of book always seemed to help me. As soon as I'd reached the library, I greeted Madam Prince and flung my bag down on my favourite chair by the window, claiming it. I then set about in the 'Muggle fiction' section, hoping to find something new to read. One of the classics, preferably. I was feeling quite homesick, like I always did throughout the first month of a brand new school year. I was up to my elbows in assignments and research already but I desperately needed to get away from everything, at least for a little while. Most especially that I was tremendously attracted to my new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, and we were practically in a relationship now. I shook my head, picked out a small pile from the classics shelf, walked back to my chair and settled myself down in it, sighing heavily. I placed the books that I'd just picked out on the windowsill, then rummaged around in my bag for my iPod. Muggle music always seemed to help ease off my homesickness, too. When I had finally found it, I sat back up and looked around, double checking that nobody was around who would be able to notice what I was doing. The coast was clear, so I slid the white earbuds into my ears and flicked through the contents of my music collection.

I eventually settled on the best rock music that I had on there and put my iPod into my pocket. I pulled my robes around me so that the white wires wouldn't be visible to anyone. I picked up the book at the top of the pile, rolled my sleeves up to my elbows and began to read, getting completely absorbed in it like I always did, no matter what book I was reading. I did get slightly annoyed though when I heard somebody open the door and walk inside, proceeding to begin whispering loudly to Madam Prince. I recognised the voice, but I couldn't quite work out who it was. Thinking it must've been someone in my house, I didn't bother looking up and continued with my reading. The whispering stopped after a moment and my annoyance melted away as I sat there, contentedly soaking in the words on the page in front of me.

The next thing I knew, I could feel someone sat down beside me. I felt their extremely warm skin on mine and I blushed, not wanting to look up just yet. 'Good book?' A soft, gentle voice asked me. It was the same person that I heard a few minutes ago, and I placed my thumb in between the pages I was reading so that I couldn't loose my place. My eyes flitted to my forearm, where a familiar hand was laid on top of it. Electricity ran up and down my arm and I didn't move, just lifted my head up to find Remus' eyes on me, smiling. My eyes scanned over his face and I noticed some fresh scars there. He looked tired, to say the least. My face turned an even deeper shade of red, making him laugh. I nervously bit my lip and he lifted his hand slightly, moving it down my arm and resting it on top of my hand. He purposely only lifted the palm of his hand as he did so, the tips of his fingers trailing down my arm. I broke out into goosebumps at the feeling of him touching my arm like that, almost shivering. I looked up at him properly to find that his face was incredibly close to mine again, just as it had been the other day. I felt the same sparks flying in the air and I felt an overwhelming surge to kiss him. But that was impossible, seeing as: one, it would be in front of everyone in the library and two, I wasn't quite sure if kissing him in public was a very good idea anyway, no matter where we were. He still hadn't moved his hand away from me and his gaze was still upon me, keeping the colour of my cheeks at an alarming shade of pink.

'Miss Flynn, are you alright?' Remus asked, a coy and slightly flirtatious smile playing on his lips. I nodded my head rapidly. 'I'm f-fine, why wouldn't I be?' I mumbled, embarrassed. Remus didn't say anything in reply, he just started to playfully stroke the back of my hand with his thumb. 'Uh..' I made some kind of stupid, surprised squeak and he raised his eyebrows, smirking. 'W-Won't somebody see this?' I said, panicking. 'No,' he replied, moving his hand a little and dipping his thumb down, touching the skin on the inside of my wrist. 'Not if you don't want anyone to.' He was being extremely flirty with me and I was quite taken aback, not sure what else to do other than to flirt with him too. Regaining my composure, I smirked back at him. 'Well that depends on what happens next, doesn't it?' Pretty much as soon as I'd said that, he turned my hand over and laced his fingers through mine. Butterflies formed in the pit of my stomach and I put down the book that I was still holding onto. I took a deep breath and reached out, touching the side of his face that nobody could see with my hand. A smile crossed his face, and I couldn't refrain myself from cupping his cheek in my hand. I loved the warmth of his skin against mine, no matter how much my conscience was screaming that we could easily get caught.

'C'mon, I know somewhere more private where we can go,' he whispered, standing up and letting go of my hand. I cautiously packed up my stuff and hastily followed him out of the doors and down a couple more corridors. 'Remus, I -' Right as I was about to explain how worried I was about everything that had happened between the two of us, he put a finger to my lips, moving closer to me again. His body was so close to mine that I could practically feel the heat radiating from it, and I completely forgot about my worries for that one small moment. I kept a neutral expression on my face, but looked deep into his eyes, fascinated. 'Just shut up and kiss me, will you?' He asked, smirking. 'H-Here? Won't someone catch us?' I squeaked, flailing my arms around awkwardly. 'Not here, no..' he replied. 'How about in there?' He pointed to a door directly next to where I stood and smiled. Yet again, my conscience tried to take over me to tell me what a massive risk I was taking, but I completely ignored it and pulled the door open. 'After you, then,' I grinned.

Remus let go of me and walked through the door, leaving it ajar for me to be able to follow him. I stepped through promptly after him and looked around at where he'd led me. 'A broom cupboard? Really?' I teased, laughing. He just shot me a shy look and I felt my knees go weak. I swallowed hard, closing the cupboard door with a quiet click. It was only very dimly lit now, but I could still make out the collection of scars that decorated my professor's face. I then suddenly realised exactly how small this cupboard was, because there wasn't even an arm's length of distance between the two of us. Remus reached out and placed his hands carefully on my waist, looking deeply into my brown eyes. I took a small step closer to him, then wrapped my arms around his neck. We were stood incredibly close to one another and I took one hand away from his neck for a moment, brushing his sandy brown hair out of his eyes. I moved my hand back, looking back at him to find him staring at me with lust. I shivered, leaning in a bit more.

Remus looked at me, flirtatiously quirking an eyebrow. I took a deep breath, then cautiously kissed him on the cheek. Despite its' scarred look, his skin felt soft and smooth. Something compelled me just to lean a bit more forwards and to kiss the corner of his mouth, so I did. I trailed light, caring kisses across his cheek until I reached the corner of his mouth. I heard him sigh happily and I looked at him to find that he was stood there with a blissful expression on his face. I closed my eyes and moved my face a fraction, then met his lips with mine.

We kissed slowly and delicately at first, until I unclenched my hands and tangled them in his hair. His lips were chapped, but he was an absolutely amazing kisser. He opened his mouth slightly and caught my bottom lip, starting to suck at it. I made an approving sound and parted my lips too. He carried on kissing me, and carefully dipped his tongue into my mouth. I felt myself go weak at the knees and I met his tongue with mine. Our kiss became a lot more intense and I bit down gently on his bottom lip, knotting my hands even further into his hair. He made a quiet sound of approval and I could feel his arms around my waist, lifting me off the ground slightly. I smiled into the kiss, then, unaware of what I was doing, wrapped my legs around his waist, lifting my feet completely off the floor so that he was holding onto me, keeping us balanced. There was something about the way that he was holding me which made me smile even more. We were still tangled up in what seemed like an extremely passionate kiss and I took a hand away from his hair, moving it down slightly to delicately run my fingers upon the scars that were scattered all over his face. He appeared to quite like this, as he tightened his hold on me and began to kiss me so furiously and enthusiastically that I could feel my lips starting to swell up. I felt myself melting inside and I didn't want his lips to detach themselves from mine. I kissed him equally as enthusiastically back and moved one of my hands away from his face. I gently trailed my index finger down his throat, biting his bottom lip again. He groaned quietly into the kiss and I smiled, moving my hand down even further and grabbing hold of his tie, beginning to undo it.

Still kissing me, he kept hold of me and started to massage my hips. I finally took off his tie and set to work on the buttons of his shirt. I pulled away for a moment once I'd undone the first few buttons, pressing a kiss to the hollow part between his collarbones. He kept one hand where it was, sliding the other one up my t-shirt and stroking the skin of my back. I urgently moved my head up, kissing his Adam's apple to stop myself making any noise. 'You're bloody perfect,' he whispered before tilting my chin up and kissing me furiously again. I more than happily kissed him back, stopping what I was doing for a moment to rest both hands against his chest and give him a gentle push so that his back was pressed to the door.

My legs were still comfortably wrapped around his waist and he trailed his index finger right down my spine, proceeding to tug at the waistband of my jeans. It was then that I realised exactly what he wanted to do, so I promptly pulled away from the kiss. 'Remus, no,' I mumbled against his lips. 'We're going a bit too far here.' He nodded, seeming to understand. 'If you're not ready, then that's fine. I don't want to pressure you into anything,' he replied, nuzzling my neck and planting a kiss on my jawbone. I breathed a silent sigh of relief as he let me go, allowing me to place my feet back on the floor again. I immediately wrapped my arms back around his neck, lovingly running my hands through his hair. Merlin, it was so soft! I heard him moan quietly as I did so, making me grin. 'We really did go a bit too far this time, didn't we?' I smirked, standing up on my tiptoes to kiss his temple. Remus hummed in response, trailing kisses right down the side of my neck. 'What time is it?' I muttered. Remus lifted his head and checked his watch. 'Half past two,' he sighed. 'I should head back, Nat and Kate will be wondering where I am,' I said, pulling a face. Checking that the coast was clear through the keyhole, I gave him a long, lingering kiss on the lips before running a hand through my hair and heading out of the door.