Needless to say it was incredibly hard to concentrate during the next few weeks of Defense Against the Dark Arts classes. I could see it written all over his face, he was having a hard time not stealing glances at me. I found myself smiling like an idiot on more than one occasion, forcing Percy to lean into me and ask why I was so happy.

I shrugged, "no reason. I'm just in a good mood. Isn't that allowed?"

"Sure. It's just weird."

I bit my lip and laughed, "well I'm sorry. I'll try to brood a little more for you. Would that be better?" I began to laugh before I noticed Remus walk behind our table and I felt my body reacting to his presence. I attempted to shake it off but instead it emerged as a shiver.

"Are you cold, Miss Potter?"

My voice caught in my throat and I swallowed. "Quite hot, actually." I did my best to avoid his gaze since I didn't want to risk showing my desire for him in front of the whole class. I watched as he walked up to the front of the room and I felt Percy nudge my side. "Excited for Hogsmeade?"

"Hogsmeade? Oh, I'd forgotten all about that."

"You, forget about Hogsmeade? That doesn't sound right."

I shrugged, "I'm bound to forget every once in a while."

"Not about Hogsmeade. You usually go on and on about it for at least a week beforehand. And now you've forgotten? Are you hiding something from me?" He leaned in, "are you not really Hannah? Where's the real one?"

I smiled, "I'm sorry to disappoint you Percy but I'm me. And anyways, I am excited to go. I need to find a dress for that ball that's coming up. Have you got a better suit that last year's?"

"Bill let me take his old one. It's decent."

I nodded and picked up my book, stuffing it into my bag. "I should hope so. I wouldn't want Penelope to have another fit like she did last year." I held my hand up to my forehead, "oh, Percy, I just can't be seen with you looking like that, I just can't!"

He reached out and hit my arm harder than I had expected. "Hannah! Be nice."

"Hey now, I am very nice. She's just a bit picky and you know it."

The class was dismissed and turned to look back at Lupin's desk and found I was disappointed that a few other students had gone up to speak to him. Dammit.

I picked up my bag and walked out the door, hoping that I'd have a chance to see him sooner rather than later.

"What about this one?"

I took a step backwards and walked over to where Ashley was standing, sifting through a rack of dresses. I held the hanger up to my shoulders so she could get a good look at it. "What do you think?"

He furrowed her brows and placed her fingers over her lips, contemplating, "hmm.." She stepped forward and touched it, noticing the slit. "Oooh, are you trying to catch the eye of a certain someone?"

"I might be."

She smirked, "You don't think it might be a little, I don't know... slutty?"

"I'm not sure. I'll have to try it on." I left my place and walked over to one of the change rooms at the back and pulled off my garments, replacing it with the dress. I was surprised when I realized that it fit like a glove, it was perfect. The dress was red and had very delicate straps and yes, it was a little low cut but I thought it looked great. The bottom started off form fitting until it hit mid thigh before a slit began, showing off the rest of my left leg. Okay, so it was kind of borderline slutty.

I opened the door and peaked my head out, "Ashley? I need your opinion." I revealed myself and she let out a little gasp. "Oh, holy shit, Hannah."

I brushed my hair behind my ear and looked down at myself. "Well? Is it too much?"

"Are you kidding? You have to get this!"

I furrowed my brows, "but you just said maybe it was slutty."

She reached out and touched the fabric, "yeah but it's the right kind of slutty. Kind of slutty but not slutty enough that people are gonna say, "wow, she looks slutty." You know?"

I bit my lip, "sort of."

"And anyways, don't you remember that dress that Katherine Allsopp wore last year?" I did. It was pink and horrid and it revealed too much of her chest and showed off way too much of her legs. "Of course I do. You don't forget something like that."

"Exactly. And it's not like she was told to go and change or anything so obviously no one's gonna say anything about it being inappropriate... plus, you look so amazing in it."

"You think so?"

"I know so. Honestly, if I was a lesbian or a guy I would totally be all over you in that." I laughed and felt the price tag underneath my arm, gazing at it. "Not bad."

She leaned into me and whispered, "plus, I know that there is no way that Professor Lupin won't take notice of you in that dress."

Her comment made me look at her and for a moment I felt guilty for not telling her what had already happened between us. I knew she might be a bit mad if she were to find out later (and she would, only after we've graduated) but I didn't want to risk this getting out. I smiled, "thanks, I certainly hope so."

"Good. Now hurry up and change back into your clothes. I need help finding my own dress!"

It didn't take long before we found another dress just suited to her. It was a sapphire blue and beautiful but I will admit that I still thought mine was better and I was hoping that Remus would agree with me. As soon as we left the shop I got quite excited at the thought of getting ready and trying to look good for him. I always like making myself up, I enjoy being quite girly sometimes and the thought of him potentially reacting to me in the best of ways made me wish it was a week from now so I could really find out for myself.

"How do you think you'll do your hair?"

I took a sip of my hot chocolate and pursed my lips. "I'm not really sure. I haven't thought about that yet. I've been a bit too preoccupied with trying to find something to wear."

She was about to say something else when I felt someone push my side. I turned around but saw no one as I looked down, noticing footprints appearing in the snow."...what?"

"Hannah!"

Hermione and Ron came running towards me, out of breath. "Have you seen Harry?"

"What do you mean, have I seen Harry? Isn't he back at the castle?"

Ron kicked a bit of snow in front of him, "well, you know, about that..."

Hermione held her hand up to stop him from stalling, "he took his invisibility cloak and made his way here."

"He what?!"

"I know, I told him it was a bad idea, but that's not the problem now. You see, we were just having some butterbeers at the Three Broomsticks and we overheard a conversation."

"Okay, and...?"

"And McGonagall and Hagrid were there and they were talking to Rosmerta and they sort of got on the topic of Sirius Black."

"What about Sirius Black?"

"They might have said that he knew your parents. And they also may have said that he's your Godfather."

My heart sunk and my mind couldn't process how I was supposed to feel being given that information. The man that was responsible for Voldemort finding my parents is mine and Harry's Godfather? He was much closer to them than I had ever imagined.

"Um, I..." I struggled to find my words before I shook my head, trying to snap out of it. "I think he went in this direction, come on." I could hear the snow crunching behind me as I walked up a small path, leading to the trees outlining the town. I listened closely and I could hear crying off in the distance. I looked down and saw that the footprints stopped just in front of me.

I bent down and tentatively reached out, feeling my fingertips connect with the cloak. I gently pulled and stared at him. "Harry." He looked up at me and his eyes filled with tears.

"He was their friend!"

I fought back my own tears at his obvious pain, "I know." He fell into me and I wrapped him in a tight embrace, running my hand over his hair. "I know."

"How is he?"

I took my last step and crossed my arms as I looked at his friends, sitting in front of the fire. "He's alright, I guess." They looked at me expectantly and I knew they were wondering how I was dealing with the information but I really didn't want to talk about it with two thirteen year olds. "I'm just gonna go out for a bit. Would you mind keeping an eye on him, Ron?" He nodded and I thanked him before I headed out the door.

When I reached my destination I knocked and fidgeted with my hands as I waited.

"Hannah?"

"Hey, Remus, can I come in?"

"Of course." He stepped aside and allowed me by and I crossed the room, sitting down in his armchair. He looked at me before tilting his head, "are you alright?"

"Yeah I'm fine I just, well, Harry was at Hogsmeade today -"

"Harry was at Hogsmeade?"

"Yes and I'm going to talk to him about that later but that's not the point. He overheard a conversation where McGonagall was talking and she said something about Sirius Black."

He turned the tap on and filled the kettle before placing it onto a small burner that he had, turning it on. "Which was what, exactly?"

"She said that he's our Godfather."

He sighed and moved forward, leaning against the counter. "She said that?"

I nodded and pulled my legs up into my chest. "She did... he didn't take it very well... and frankly, I'm not quite sure how I'm taking it. I've been more preoccupied with him since I found out."

He opened the cupboard and pulled out two mugs, along with two bags of tea. I heard him rip the bags open and he paused, waiting for the water to heat up.

"Were you friends with him, Remus?"

I saw him run his teeth over his bottom lip as he looked at me. "Yes."

"Were you close?"

The kettle whined and he removed it from the heat, filling the two mugs with water before handing one of them to me. "Thanks." He took a seat on the arm of the chair and looked down at me, "we were. The four of us, and your mother, we went to school together."

"The four of you?"

"Yes. Sirius, Peter Pettigrew, your father and I."

"Oh."

"He wasn't like this you know, Sirius. When we were in school he was just like anyone else. Maybe a bit more arrogant, but normal. During our sixth year he actually left his home and went to stay with your father."

"I had no idea."

He placed his mug down on the coffee table in front of us. "I know. I should've said something before this."

I reached my hand out and touched his thigh, "no, it's okay. How do you explain something like that?"

I got up from my seat and placed my cup next to his before turning back to him. He placed his hand on my cheek and his thumb caressed my lips. "When your parents chose him to be your Godfather he was the same Sirius he always had been. Nothing had changed. It was a good decision at the time."

I inched forward and pushed my way in between his legs in order to connect my mouth with his own. He slid his hand and touched the back of my neck, pulling me closer towards him. I was glad he had said that. I had assumed it was true beforehand but having him vocalize it made me feel better. "Thank you."

I pressed my lips to his cheek and lingered before pulling back and grabbing the collar of his shirt. "I know I said this before, but I'm so glad you're here." I leaned forward again and kissed his other cheek before placing one on his jawline. "To have someone to talk to, I just, I really appreciate it. And you, more specifically."

The corners of his mouth turned up and he touched his hands to my waist, "and I'm so very glad that I got the chance to meet you again, like this. And that you accept me for what I am, much like James and Lily did."

I slid my hands down his chest and undid the buttons of his sweater, pushing it off of his shoulders. "How could I not?"

He shifted his arms and tossed his sweater onto the chair as I slowly undid his shirt, letting the tips of my fingers connect with his skin. He let out a small moan and all of the tension and confusion I had been dealing with evaporated. The only thing I was consumed with was him.

My breathing picked up as he took off his shirt and I looked at his chest, covered in slight hairs that revealed him to be very much a man, and not one of the boys that I had previously been interested in. I took a step back and reached down to the bottom of my shirt, pulling it over my head and throwing it onto the chair, along with his already discarded clothing.

I slid my leggings down and pulled them off of my feet, along with my shoes. I looked up and he was staring at my body, the scrutiny making me slightly nervous. "Hannah, don't you want to talk about -"

I walked forward and cut him off, silencing him with a finger to his lips. "All I want right now, is to pretend that none of this has happened. Nothing bad. You and I are just here, together, as it should be." I swallowed and breathed deeply, "can you do that for me?"

He looked sad for a moment and I could see it behind his eyes. All of the pain that he's had to carry, from the time he was a child and his life was irreparably changed, to the time he lost all of his best friends in one, terribly numbing shot. And then he released it, and all I could see was his desire for me. "I would do anything for you."

He sat up straight and delicately placed his lips against my own. The pace was slow and torturous but I whined when he pulled back, his hands finding the clasp of my bra as it came undone and fell from my body.

He took a moment to admire my breasts as I looked into his eyes and undid his belt. "Please take these off."

He stood up and I stepped back, watching as he swiftly removed both his pants and boxers. I allowed myself the pleasure of taking in the sight of the person in front of me. He was scarred and he looked tired but to me I had never seen anything more beautiful in my life. I wanted to cry at the realization that a man like him was wanting to share himself and his body with me but I closed my eyes and got rid of the feeling for I didn't want him to take my emotion the wrong way.

I slid my hands down my stomach and grabbed the sides of my thong and pushed it off of me, kicking it off of my feet and onto the floor. We stood there for a few seconds, both looking at the other before he came towards me and placed his hands on the back of my head, roughly kissing me. He pulled at my hair and I tilted my head back, his mouth and tongue tasting my neck. "Remus."

He turned and stepped backwards, pulling us towards the bed. He paused and let go of me as he sat back and I crawled towards him, my own desire reaching a boiling point within me. I straddled his hips and as I sat down I felt his dick press against my entrance. The memory of our first time a few weeks before clouded my mind and I moaned at the lingering sensations within me. He sat up and kissed my shoulder before reaching down and positioning himself. I closed my eyes once more as I felt him enter me and thrust. "Oh, God."

I felt him bite my neck, "you're so tight, Hannah."

I moved my hips in circles and his breathing came out in short bursts. I pushed onto his chest and he fell back, laying down completely on his bed, the quilt becoming mangled beneath his hands. I moved faster and ground myself into him, eliciting a loud moan from between his lips. He touched his hands to my hips before allowing one to move from its place, finding my most sensitive spot and rubbing.

The feeling that was building inside of me was almost too much to bare, it was too good. I placed my hands at the juncture of his ribcage and his stomach, spreading my fingers out and I pulled my nails along his skin, leaving small red marks on his body. The desire to mark him as my own suddenly becoming apparent within my head.

Without warning I came, hard, and my walls clenched around him, the feeling of my body clamping down on his too much for him to bare. He gave one last thrust and released himself inside of me as I collapsed onto his chest, breathing heavily.

"Can I stay here tonight, please?" He hesitated and I sat up slightly, looking down at him. "Please. It's Saturday night. No one will know. I promise." He said nothing but he moved and I climbed off of him as he pulled the covers back and motioned for me to join him. He held his arm out and I gladly accepted, the need to be close to him almost overwhelming me. I placed my arm over his chest and kissed his neck.

I felt him place a kiss to the top of my head and I sighed as the thought of a murderer, the man who was the reason my parents were dead, crept into my mind. I breathed inward, and as the faint smell of Remus' cologne came into me I instantly calmed. I didn't know what was going to happen but at that moment I realized that when I was with Remus I didn't care. I felt safe. Safe from the dementors. Safe from Sirius Black. Safe from the past that threatened to haunt me every day. Safe from whatever was to come.

I looked up and moved my hand from his chest, running it along his jaw. I felt his scruff against the side of my fingers and I knew then that whatever was happening between us was going to be big. It wasn't yet love but it was damn close. I could feel that what we were about to have would be life-changing and I was ready for it to happen, with him.