A/N- Just to let people know, I am from the U.S. and I have never been anywhere BUT the U.S. All other country information I'm using was gotten from the internet so I'm very sorry if anything has been or will be wrong. Feel free to tell me my mistakes. Also, this chapter may confuse some people, but if you didn't know it before, this is not a Sirius Black love story, or any other marauder for that matter. Cassie just chooses not to constantly turn down men just like *cough cough* some men in other stories do.

"Rock on, Bitches!" Talia screamed, jumping into the river. I laughed and squealed as the water splashed against me.

"You're insane!" She just smiled at me.

"That's why you love me!" I smiled and shook my head. We had been in Trento for a couple of days and found an area near a big river that lots of other people were at as well. There was a big music festival going on. I had already even gotten a few numbers, not that I was going to actually see them again or anything. James and Sirius were having fun with some girls somewhere listening to the bands and dancing. Peter, Lily, Talia, and Christian were by or in the water.

As I was looking around the campsite I found Remus sitting on a huge rock by the water, reading a book. I decided to go over and sit down next to him. He didn't look up. I was laid down on my back and looked up at the sky; the sun was close to setting. "Full moon coming up." I looked over at him but he ignored me; he looked tense. "Do you have a plan?" He sighed, setting the book aside, and rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"No, Cassie, I don't," he snapped. I wasn't fazed and pushed the subject further.

"Do you need any help?"

"Cassie! No!" I was slightly taken aback and could tell I had a look of hurt on my face because his expression suddenly softened. "I'm sorry, I'm just on edge. It's getting closer and I have no plan; it also doesn't help that we're surrounded by a large group of muggles who have no way to defend themselves." I nodded slowly, letting it sink in.

"Do you think the other three will help?" He let out a shaky laugh.

"They'll insist on it, and I'll try to stop them no matter how useless it is."

"Maybe you should just let them then." His shoulders slumped.

"It's complicated." I scoffed and rolled my eyes.

"Typical male response." He raised an eyebrow.

"If you want me to open up to you, maybe you should open up to me first." I crossed my arms over my chest.

"What about?" He smirked.

"Well, I am very curious to hear more about this ex-boyfriend of yours." My body tensed and part of me really just wanted to flip him off and walk away; but I didn't.

"Well," I started off slowly, "his name is Dominic…. And he's a muggleborn." He nodded.

"What happened?" I hesitated.

"My father."

"I LOVE him! You can't change that!" I yelled at my father, angrily.

"You DON'T love him, Cassandra, you don't even know what love is! You're only seventeen years old!"

"I don't know what love is? YOU don't know! You and Mom don't love each other! She married you for your money and you know it! The only reason you're with her is because she a 'respectable pureblood'! You wouldn't know the first thing to loving someone!"

"I will not have my child seen with muggle scum like that boy, he's nothing but trouble."

"You don't even KNOW him! You could at least give him a chance! And he's not muggle scum, he's muggleBORN, how can you be so bigoted?"

"This discussion is over, Cassandra, you will no longer see that boy." Tears were rolling down my face and I was close to screaming.

"No it isn't! I WILL NOT leave him just because you say so!" He grabbed my shoulder roughly and growled.

"I am the minister of magic and your father, Cassandra, you will do as I say! If not then I will not hesitate to put an end to it myself!"

"Are you THREATENING me?!" He smirked.

"No, I'm threatening him. Put an end to it now, Cassandra, or I will make sure that boy has no place to go after he leaves school. I will make sure his filthy muggle parents no longer have jobs. They will NEVER be welcome into our world, and if you continue this relationship, you will be out on the street with the like of them." With that he walked away without another word.

"And you just did what he wanted you to do?" I nodded. "Why?" I gave him a shard look.

"Because I had to, Dom is so smart and talented and he works so hard. I didn't want to take all of that away from him. I knew that my dad wasn't bluffing; he would've taken everything away without a single thought." Remus looked like he was thinking hard.

"Do you regret it?" I chewed on my bottom lip.

"Sometime, sometimes I miss him and would give anything just to see him again; but then I would remember the risk of it and push the thoughts from my mind. I don't like thinking about it, because when I do- I feel like I'm suffocating." I let out a breath and ran a hand through my hair. "I just get so damn unstable; I feel like I'm going to explode." After a few seconds of silent sobbing, and calmed myself down and opened my eyes to look at Remus. "Your turn?"
He nodded slowly with a slight frown before taking a big breath. "Well, I was attacked in my bedroom when I was a kid be a werewolf name Greyback. It was revenge on my father, who tried to get him arrested. My parents kept me sheltered as a kid and we moved around a lot to avoid suspicion; we were all very shocked when my Hogwarts letter arrived.

"Dumbledore came and eventually talked my parents into letting me go, that's where I met James, Sirius, and Peter. They were the first friends I had ever made. I was scared to let know my secret, I thought they would abandon me for being a monster; but when they did find out they still treated me as an equal. They wanted to help me." He shook his head. "Sometimes I just don't understand how, but I'm lucky to have them." I smiled at him and grabbed his hand.

"What's it like? If you don't mind me asking." He shrugged.

"I'm used to the change; it's been happening to me since I was five. The turning itself is painful, but it's also something I expect. What comes before the change is always unpredictable." He frowned and leaned his elbows on his knees, sitting up. "Sometimes it's like I become a completely different person; I'll get jittery or hungry, really angry. Frustrated, temperamental, impulsive. I act with thinking. I never know how I'll act or feel; it's different each time. I'm scared-" he took a deep breath, "Sometimes I'm more scared of what I'll do in the week leading up to the full moon as opposed to that night." He looked at me, "I'm sorry, sometimes before a full moon I don't even make sense."

I smiled at him and shrugged, "It's not too bad. How are you feeling right now? Do you think it's going to get bad?"

"I'm not sure, it doesn't feel like it but we'll see. Lately the weeks leading up to it have been even more different than usual." I saw him shift uneasily and rose my eyebrow.

"What do you mean?" He squinted his eyes and looked up at the sky.

"More on edge I guess, anxious, I've been getting really worked up for no reason at all." I smiled at him.

"And here I thought you just didn't like me," I said, jokingly. He laughed.

"No, it's not you, you're fine. When we first met I didn't really trust you, but that was more of my issue."

"And now?" The corner of his lips tilted up.

"Now I don't really know what to think about you."

"Well, at least now I can sleep easily knowing you no longer hate me!" He sighed, shaking his head.

"I never hated you, I don't really hate anyone."

"Except for yourself, obviously." I stated, matter-of-factly.

He looked at me for a long moment, frowning, before nodding his head slightly. "I guess sometimes I do think like that." He wrung his head and rubbed the back of his neck. "It's difficult to be what I am and not think it sometimes." I reached out my hand and found his; rubbing my thumb in circles on the back I spoke softly.

"It's understandable to hate yourself sometimes, but not logical. You've done nothing wrong, so don't blame yourself for something that's out of your control." He stared at me for what seemed like a long time. I had first thought he was going to say something else, but was caught off guard when he reached for the back of my head and brought my lips to meet his.

He was a good kisser, in different ways than the others men I've kissed. Dom always seemed to know how to kiss me depending on the mood I was in; sometimes soft and sweet, sometimes fierce and full of want. Sirius definitely wasn't bad, albeit kind of rushed and sloppy, but he had the passionate and want down. No. Remus was different. He was kissing me not because of his want for me, but because of his want to feel wanted. He wanted to feel human. Part of me wondered if this kiss would be happening if there wasn't a full moon coming on; if his emotions weren't already being driven wild by the wolf within him. "Remus."

I broke apart from him finally, getting myself under control. When I looked at him he looked like a totally different person. Wild and just about ready to do anything crazy. "What is it? Too much?" He may have looked different, but he was still Remus; he was still kind.

I shook my head, "No, I'm sorry, I'm just hoping that you weren't about to try anything you would feel guilty over." He blushed a deep shade of pink and ran a hand through his hair.

"Sorry, I don't usually do that, I told you my emotions ran all over the place." I smiled at him.

"I don't mind; it's alright I you want to forget everything that's happening, I definitely understand that, I just don't want you to feel like I'm using you." His eyes flashed with amusement.

"Wouldn't it be me using you?" I shrugged and smirked at him.

"It would be us using each other."

Remus and I parted ways shortly after that, but once the sun went completely down, I didn't hesitate to sneak into his tent. Thankfully the boys felt the need to get separate single ones. He didn't look too surprised to see me. "Changed your mind?" I smiled and got down to straddle his waist.

"No, that had involved me being opposed to the idea in the first place." I leaned down and placed a light kiss at the top of his chest, "I never did."

As I pushed my lips against his, he slightly surprised me by not pulling away. Instead he tangled his fingers in my hair and deepened the kiss. He eventually released me so that I could pull my dress off over my head. He hesitantly put his hands on my waist. "Hey, Cassie?"

"Hm?" I didn't look up to meet his gaze, instead I just kept kissing and nipping at his neck.

"I um- I've never done this before."

"What? Casual sex?" His breathing turned uneven and his hands were shaky.

"Sex." I sat back up and tilted my head, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh." He nodded slowly. His eyes darted back and forth between my face and chest, which was now only covered by a bra. "Does that change your mind?" I asked, not sure.

"No, but does it change yours?" I shrugged and shook my head.

"Not really, it's your choice whether or not you want to lose your virginity to casual sex inside of a tent. Not my first choice but hey! Whatever floats your boat!" His eyebrows scrunched in confusion.

"What boat?" I rolled my eyes and laughed, bending down again to place another kiss on his lips.

"It means that we can do whatever as long as you're okay with it." I sighed and looked at him. "Do you want this to happen or not?" He chewed on his lip.

"Yes. I do." He started kissing me again.