A/N: Thank all once again for all the wonderful reviews! Once again, I'm sorry for not answering them. I'm actually in a bit of a hurry at the moment, so here is the next chapter! Enjoy!

Chapter Four

It was a little after the witching hour, and Remus was filling his stomach. There was certainly no food better than Molly Weasley's home cooking. He hadn't even warmed it, Remus had just taken the food out of the cooling cupboard and had begun eating it as it was. Whether it was cold or piping hot, that woman's cooking was wonderful.

Besides, he needed something to counteract all of the alcohol he had consumed with Sirius. As soon as he had come back to Grimmauld Place, Remus had checked in with Dumbledore and then with Sirius. Sirius had then dragged him to the kitchen to partake in a bottle of Odgen's finest fire whiskey.

It was exactly what he needed after a couple weeks worth of nonstop Order work. With Voldemort's demise, the Order of the Phoenix had taken it upon themselves on trying to rebuild the magical community of Britain. Remus was trying to bring the exceptionally small, yet scattered werewolf community to awareness of the current times.

With the deaths of Fenrir Greyback and all of his lupine supporters during the battle of Hogwart's in Holly's sixth year, the same battle that she had killed Voldemort in, the werewolf community was finally rid of that true monster. It was widely known that Greyback had been a contributor to the werewolf population. He had taken it upon himself to turn many wizards, witches and muggles into werewolves. Remus having been one of the unlucky many.

Remus had opted to volunteer himself to travel around magical and muggle Britain in search of his fellow werewolf comrades who had hid when the war had reached it's pick. Like he had in his younger days, many of the magical werewolves had opted to hide in the muggle community. It had been easier to hide among their society and much easier to call in sick for at least two or three days a month. There had been no pressure to report to your employers of your condition and such, whereas in the wizarding community it was an immediate priority to inform your employers as soon as you were considered a candidate for whatever position you were interested in.

He let out a hefty sigh and shoveled a piece of potato into his mouth. Now that he was back at Grimmauld, if only for a short while, Remus was looking forward to getting some rest. He planned on receiving his Wolfsbane potion from Severus Snape and then shutting himself in his room with Sirius. Afterwards he had a whole lovely week to recover from the transformation. And enjoy the cooking of Molly Weasley. Remus had every confidence that Mrs. Weasley would have him back to his 100% before he would go back into the field.

Finishing his plate with a gusto, he banished it away with a wave of his wand and a thought. With another wave the kettle was on the stove and heating up. Remus would settle for a cuppa and a couple of chocolate biscuits before bed.

He took a lungful of air and breathed it out loudly. The smell of the Earl Grey tea packets were lovely and they tickled his nose. With the full moon upon him, Remus' senses were sharpening even more than normal. The kitchen was a blend of scents. From meal he had just eaten to the many individual and unique scents that defined each and ever person who was under the roof of Number 12 Grimmauld.

Remus sighed again. Sometimes he despised the attributes that came with lycanthropy. Some… smells were sometimes just meant to be personal. Some smells were just meant to be known by a man and woman in their relationship. But then again, there was a certain pheromone that was just simply decadent. Whenever he came across that scent, it was simply mouth watering. On certain women it like dark chocolate, the kind that simply flooded the body with serotonin as it melted on your tongue and down your throat.

Unfortunately, that certain type of smell was extremely limited in the female population. He had only met a grand total of four women who had ever gave off that chocolate pheromone. And thank goodness. Remus had a very hard time keeping his wolf in check around them. His inner animal had been calling to him, demanding that he ripped the women's clothes to shreds and breeded them where they stood. He did not want to think of what would have happened had he been in close proximity to any of them when the full moon had been near or upon him. He most likely would have not been able to reign in his inner wolf and…

His nose tickled. Remus froze. Chocolate filled his senses. Someone was tip-toeing down the stairs and to the kitchen. Oh no.

The three other women he had met had all been on the street. They had been complete strangers to him. The last one on the other hand, had been twelve when he had first met her at Hogwarts. She had been a second year student with the scent of spiced chocolate wafting around her. It had been bearable, pleasant actually. But as the months went by, the scent around the girl had intensified. When he had left his job, while sad about it, he had also been glad to be rid of the scent. But then he had met her again when she had been fifteen in the very home he now spent his time in. She had surely grown, her figure had filled out. She had looked no where near fifteen with the figure she now sported, but the worst of all had been her scent. It was simply intoxicating.

From then on he had found himself avoiding her at all costs. Whenever she was in the same room he would excuse himself politely and retire to his bedroom. If they were eating in the kitchen together, he would sit as far away from her as possible and focus on other scents. Unfortunately that tactic had caused Sirius' cousin Nymphadora to believe that he had some kind of attraction to her, since he almost always found a seat beside her.

Tonks, as she preferred to be called; her perfume was obnoxious, so understandably it created the perfect shield against her scent. That red haired teenage vixen that was walking toward the kitchen now.

His breathing sped up along with his heart beat. Remus covered his nose with his hand, trying to stamp out the scent. His eyes narrowed as they watched the kitchen door slowly open. A smooth and freckled leg stepped into the kitchen followed by another. A hungry growl began to rumble in his chest and he stood in anticipation. Dread was mixing in with the anticipation, for Remus knew that his wolf was surely going to win this battle of wills on the eve of the full moon.

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Tossing and turning, Ginny finally sat up in her bed. After she had left Holly's room, Ginny had tried to find out where Remus had gone to. When she had come up empty handed she supposed that he was probably with Sirius shut up in his room. Thank goodness she had the sense about her to tell Sirius about a freshening charm, or else Sirius would probably have his bits hexed off.

A small watch on her bedside table told her it was just after midnight. Ginny groaned as she stretched her muscles when she stood. She kicked her slippers away before she slipped as quietly as she could out of her room and just as quietly down the stairs.

Even though it was the Summer holidays there was still a chill in Grimmauld Place. For some reason, Sirius' family home was an incredibly cold home in the middle of the night. Ginny cursed quietly to herself for forgetting that little detail, and for also forgetting her robe. She was stuck in a simple spaghetti strap shirt and a pair of terry cloth pajama shorts that really looked like a pair of underwear because of how small they were. Goose pimples rose on her naked arms and legs, and she shivered.

Her thoughts, as she walked down the stairs and toward the kitchen, was for a cup of hot tea. Maybe a belly full of something warm would make her comfortable enough to fall asleep. Not that she hadn't been comfortable before. On the contrary, she had been more than comfortable. She would even go as far to say that she was deliciously aroused to the point of a doze, but that was as far into sleep as she could go.

The thought of coming across Remus and just giving him a simple hello had excited her to new proportions. Her fantasy of a simple hello had turned into a dirty day dream of Remus dragging her into the nearest closet and ripping her clothes off. She imagined herself hunched over, her hands desperately grabbing onto the walls seeking something to hold onto as Remus took her roughly from behind.

A tiny shiver traveled up her spine, and it was most certainly not from the cold. She was already damp and the wonderful feel of the terry cloth shorts on her thighs was certainly not helping.

Ginny grinned to herself and suppressed a giggle as she came to the bottom of the stairs. With her foot she gently opening the already ajar door. There seemed to be a light on in the kitchen and her grin faded away as her widened eyes took in the last person she thought she would find.

Remus stood by the long kitchen table. He had one the arms of his robe over his nose and his eyes were like amber little fires that locked onto her. The gaze of his eyes were intense and their amber color was slowly darkening.

"Remus," Ginny breathed out. "Hello, I di-"

Before she could even finish her sentence, Remus was already across the room with a feral growl emerging from his throat. His amber eyes had changed considerably to black as they glinted down at her in anticipation. Rough, calloused hands grabbed onto her bare arms and they brought her flush to his hard body. A small niggling sense of fear rose in her belly, but it was quickly overcome with arousal and need as his mouth came down upon hers.

His kiss was rough on her soft lips. Remus' tongue plundered her mouth and Ginny couldn't help but give into his ministrations. The rough hands that had most likely bruised her upper arms grabbed onto her hips and picked her small body up easily. Remus walked to the kitchen counter and set her down. Her hands latched onto his robes and fisted the soft, well worn fabric. Ginny was holding on for dear, blissful life.

Remus' hot mouth moved away from hers, down to her neck. His tongue sent delicious shivers down to her nether regions. Wet kisses were placed down her neck and then to her collar bones. Ginny cried out in joy as his mouth suddenly latched onto one of her braless breasts through her thin spaghetti strap shirt. His mouth was unforgiving as he suckled with all his might on her perky little breast.

She felt him pull away from her suddenly. Ginny watched through half lidded eyes as the man used one rough hand to push her sleep shirt just above her breast, and then the man froze. His posture was tense as his feral looking eyes took in the sight of her coral nipples. They beaded at the feel of the cold air of the kitchen and at the desire ridden gaze of the animalistic man before her.

Never in her wildest imaginations did Ginny believe that one of her all time favorite fantasies would come to life. She wanted to cry tears and shout for joy all at the same time. Actually she did hope she would be able to do so, yet only while she was riding Remus' cock…

Another growl was tearing from Remus' throat as he slowly inched closer and closer to her chest. His tongue peaked out and gently licked the other breast. Ginny sighed and allowed her eyes to close as he tongue swirled, flicked and licked around her nipple. His hand came up to the other breast and gently squeezed, flicking her coral bud with his thumb. She cried out in protest when he took his hands away from her and his mouth came away from her breast with a wet pop.

Her terry cloth sleep shorts were pulled down to her ankles, yet they were not taken off. A delicate blush suddenly came to her cheeks and to her naked breasts as she realized that she had forgone underwear that night. She had wanted to have the wonderful feel of her terry cloth shorts on her, after all.

Ginny was startled out of her thoughts as Remus suddenly fell to his knees before her. He picked up her legs, parted them enough for his head to fit through and placed them on his shoulders. Her shorts held her ankles together. Ginny's breath began to pick up as she watched the feral Remus once again take her in. He was eye level with her nether regions, which she had groomed so that only a little patch of neatly trimmed red hair was there. She was sure that he could see how dripping wet she was for him.

Before she thought that he was going to be staring at her snatch forever, Remus dove in. Ginny gritted her teeth, stopping herself from crying out for the whole house to hear. His tongue licked her from top to bottom, drinking her in like a man dying of passionate thirst. Her groan intermingled with his as he took a moment to suckle her sweet little love button.

Ginny could feel her pussy muscles rhythmically pulsing, aching to feel his thickness inside her. His tongue licked downward until it came to her flooding honey pot.

"Yes, yes," Ginny breathed out, her hands now fisted in his hair, holding him as close as he would come to her. "More, please give me more! Eat me!"

Remus speared his tongue inside her over and over, growling so loudly that she was sure she could feel the very vibrations of it through his tongue. Her muscles squeezed around his tongue as her orgasm closed in on her at a fast pace. Stars, and what seemed to be Filibuster's fireworks exploded behind her eyelids as she was suddenly flung over the ledge and into a pool of clear, blue ecstasy. Her breath was simultaneously taken from her, her limbs trembling as she willed herself not to black out.

Ginny leaned back until her head came in contact with a kitchen cabinet. She mewled softly as Remus continued to lick her clean of her juices, her hands carding through his hair.

A shrill whistle suddenly cut through the sensual atmosphere and they both froze. Remus tore away from her quickly as Ginny spied the whistling kettle on the stove, and she let out a shaky laugh. She turned to grin at him, but her grin faded away.

Remus stared at her. His eyes, which were now their normal soft amber, were void of the feral look. They were filled with horror as he took her in, from her swollen lips and naked breasts to her equally swollen nether lips and terry cloth sleep shorts around her ankles. Ginny's lower lip trembled and her eyes filled with tears as she suddenly began to realize exactly what was about to happen.

"Oh, my God!" he cried out, his hands fisted in his hair. "Ms. Weasley, I -! I don't know what - I mean, yes, I knew what came over me but I didn't want for this to -"

His hands covered his face as a sob tore form his mouth.

"I'm so sorry!" Remus cried out as he ran out of the kitchen.

Tears fell from her eyes. Ginny moved off from the counter and slowly placed her clothes to right. Her shirt was smoothed down, covering her chest, and her shorts were pulled up. With still trembling arms and legs, she moved to the stove and took the kettle off of the fire.

More tears were falling. She could not even begin to know how to take the memory of Remus' horrified look out of her mind. She didn't know what to do.

This was not how her fantasy was supposed to end.

A/N: Aww, poor Ginny! I wonder how she's going to deal with this in the future? Tehee. Please Review and tell me what you guys think! - RedEyedSurprise