Out of Nowhere

Disclaimer: The characters held within (save Leah) are not mine. They belong to the lovely JK Rowling (who isn\'t the devil, she\'s brilliant!!) and I am not making a profit, nor is any kind of copyright infringement intended.

A/N: Here\'s the second part!!!!

Alauralen: I haven\'t decided just yet what he\'s going to do, but it\'s going to be decidedly Slytherin. *grins* I think we see Remus the same way because I see him as this kind, compassionate person, also. I\'m afraid you\'ll never see him the same after this chapter, though, or it\'ll be just exactly what you expect from him...HOORAY FOR LEMONS!! NEXT CHAPTER WE MAKE LEMONADE! LOL!

“I was wondering if you’d like to come over tonight, Remus,” she asked him. “It’s a bit too quiet in my rooms for me, and I could always use the company. That is to say, if you aren’t doing anything.”

He smiled warmly at her. “I’d love to see you tonight. What time?”

“Would nine be okay, or is that too late?”

They stopped in front of her door and he hugged her saying, “Nine is perfect.”

Neither saw the dark figure standing in the shadows just down from them. Severus was formulating a plan to get back at this over confident young woman and he needed all of the information he could get.

At promptly nine PM, Remus knocked on Leah’s portrait. She opened the door wearing a red silk night gown and a red and gold kimono style dressing gown, tied loosely at the waist. “You know the password, you didn’t have to knock,” she said with an impish grin.

They sat on the couch and Leah put her feet up on the coffee table. “So, what did you do this afternoon?”

He looked at the picturesque young beauty and her relaxed pose. “I did a few lesson plans and ran a few errands. I had to go back to Grimmauld Place and take care of a few things. All in all, it was pretty boring.”

Leah grinned. “It sounds almost as boring as my day. I helped Pomona out in the greenhouses and brought some herbs back here and cleaned them. Would you like a glass of wine? I feel wound up tonight. I guess I didn’t work hard enough today or something.”

“Why Miss Leah, are you trying to get me drunk to take advantage of me?”

She narrowed her eyes in a mock glare. “Would I really need to lower your inhibitions with alcohol to take advantage of you?”

He laughed and answered, “Well, you have a point there.”

Leah poured two glasses of white wine and brought them back to the sitting room. She handed one to Remus and sipped hers as she sat on the couch and leaned into his side. He put his arm around her shoulders and they sat and watched the fire for several long minutes. “Remus, will you tell me about your lycanthropy? I only know what muggle fairy tales and legends say about werewolves.”

“Well, I was a young child when I was bitten. I really didn’t realize what had happened until after my first transformation. That first time was awful. I just knew I was dying when the moon rose. The pain was excruciating. My family chained me up in the shed behind the house so no one would know, and I wouldn’t get out and turn or kill anyone else. And so was my life until I came to Hogwarts.

“I didn’t have any friends. My family was scared of me, except for my mother and she always cared for me after the full moon. I was like an awful secret that had to be kept. When I started my first year, though, it didn’t take long for me to make friends with James and Sirius. They were both from well known pure-blood families and hugely popular in our class. I hated having to hide anything from them, and in our third year, they figured it out. I knew for sure that would be the end of our friendship, but they stuck by me in true Gryffindor style.”

He smiled at the young woman. She looked over at him and smiled sadly back. “I can’t imagine having to go through that. You know, making friends and knowing that one slip up and you could kill or lose them. But, there are those people out there that are true friends and if you are lucky enough to find them, they stick by your side. My friends are that way. I’m curious, though. In my world, Lycanthropy is actually a mental disorder. It’s seen mostly in schizophrenics, so it’s basically a delusion where the person believes he or she can physically morph into a wolf. Well, a person thinks they can do exactly what you do every month. It has ties in mythology and even shamanistic practices.

“The only way to kill a werewolf is said to be a silver bullet or silver knife. That, believe it or not, is a mistranslation. It started with the movie, The Wolfman. Back when people were superstitious and killed vampires and werewolves, and witches, they were either hanged or mercury was poured down their throats. Is there any validity here for silver killing a werewolf?”

“Strangely enough, that’s what does it here. Most dark creature hunters use a silver dagger, though, and will use a certain projectile or throwing spell to hurl it at the unsuspecting werewolf. The good thing is, though, that with the invention of the wolfsbane potion, after taking it for a certain length of time, the wolf doesn’t even emerge if the werewolf doesn’t go out in the full moon. I’ve been taking it for almost four years now, and the only thing that happens if I stay inside is that my eyes turn the golden color of the wolf’s.”

Leah sat there looking at this gentle man in awe. She never realized all that he went through with his illness, and that’s what it was. The young woman wanted to hug him and hold him forever. “Tell me, Leah, how do you know so much about dark creatures?”

With a smirk, she answered, “I am an English and literature teacher, you know. I have to know these things. Seriously, though, I read too much. I’d read all of the classics by the time I was fourteen. The classics being ‘Dracula’, ‘Frankenstein’, all of the ‘Lord of the Rings’, including the ‘Hobbit’. If I found something interesting in any of the mythology or books that I read, I’d research it to death.”

Leah got up and refilled their glasses, sitting back down with his arm around her shoulders. She snuggled in close and put her head on his broad chest. “I know,” she sighed, “I’m such a nerd.”

“I don’t think so.”

She raised an eyebrow. “All gentlemen say things like that. Of course I’m a nerd! I’m like a walking encyclopedia and atlas. Some people think it’s scary all of the stuff I know.”

He tilted her chin up and smiled, joy and mirth dancing in his eyes. “There’s nothing wrong with knowledge. It’s the one thing that no one can take from you. When you have nothing, you have your ideas. There’s nothing wrong with that in the least. Besides that, you can sit down and have a conversation with the most intelligent person or the most average.”

Leah looked down and smiled. “I’ve never seen it that way, I guess, you’re right.”

Remus put his arm back around her and squeezed her. “Of course I am! I’m the eternal optimist.”

The young woman laughed and turned and put her head in his lap. “Tell me something, what do wizards do when they get bored? I mean, I haven’t heard a bit of music or anyone say anything about hobbies or anything.”

He put his glass down and began carding his fingers through her hair. “Well, music is big in larger families, at least the ones who can afford the instruments and lessons any way. People like me summon up Wizarding Wireless, and listen to the news or music to pass the time. I read a lot, also. Other than that, if you know people, you go to parties and things of that nature.”

“Give me music and I’m completely content. I could sit, trapped in a cave for weeks with enough food and a radio.”

“What kind of music do you like?”

Leah giggled at his question. “It’s much easier to tell you what music I don’t like. That would be rap music. I went through a time that that was all I would listen to, but now, it just doesn’t fit into any of my moods.”

Remus waved his wand and said, “Two hundred thirty-eight.”

Immediately, Beethoven’s Für Elise filled the room. Leah grinned at the brown eyed man and batted her eyelashes, “You sure know the fastest way to a girls heart, don’t you?”

He chuckled and swept her up. “I would have pegged you more for an Aerosmith type girl.”

Leah threw her head back and laughed. “You pegged me right. I’ll listen to just about any rock or punk from the 70’s on any day of the week. But, winding down, I’d just as soon have some Beethoven or Tchaikovsky as I would Enigma or Enya.”

He waved his wand again and said, “Well, what about One hundred thirteen?”

The classical music trailed off and Al Green started playing. Leah howled with laughter as Remus pulled her close and began dancing with her. He grinned mischievously at her. “I know what you are doing now,” she giggled as she danced with him.

“What is that,” he whispered in her ear.

“You’re trying to be naughty,” she whispered right back.

“Mmm…” was his only response as the song ended.

He waved his wand again and Eric Clapton began to play. The two swayed to the slow music whispering in each others ears until Leah pulled back a bit to look Remus in the face. He leaned down and captured her lips in a soft kiss. She kissed him back softly, sweetly.

The soft music kept playing and their languid kisses were accompanied by gentle touches. Leah could feel his arousal through his robe and trousers. She was going to get exactly what she’d been wanting. She turned around in his embrace and danced with her back to his chest, his arms wrapped firmly around her waist. He nuzzled her ear through her long hair and whispered unintelligibly into it. She leaned forward enough to free her hair and pulled it onto the opposite shoulder. “I didn’t hear you.”

He spoke again into her ear, his breath dancing across the shell of it sending shivers down her spine. “Mmmm…now I know you’re being naughty,” she moaned as he traced the shell of her ear with his tongue.

Remus began to plant small kisses down her exposed neck and he whispered sweet nothings. Leah sighed contentedly and allowed his ministrations to continue. Before long, he untied her dressing gown and she let it fall to the floor. Her night gown was made in the same manner as the one she wore the night before with its thin spaghetti straps and a slit up only one side to mid-thigh. He kissed her shoulders and cupped one of her breasts through the thin material.

When he ran his finger over her already hard nipple, all pretences of dancing flew out of the window. She stepped from his embrace and began to unbutton his robe. Once the offending garment was out of the way, she took his hand and guided him to the bedroom. He kicked his shoes off as they entered, and she kissed him again. This time there was no sweetness to it. It was hard and hungry and needy. He kissed her back with the same vigor. She began to unbutton his shirt. About half way down, he stilled her hands. The image of Severus Snape in that tight tank top immediately came to mind. His body was nothing like his colleague’s. “I’m not…well, it’s just with my…”

She silenced him with a chaste kill on the lips. “It doesn’t matter. Besides, you had no problems going shirtless this morning.”

He blushed remember waking up with her in his arms. She finished unbuttoning his shirt and pushed it off of his shoulders. Leah stepped close to him and buried her face in the hair on his chest. Remus wrapped his arms around her and maneuvered them both to the edge of the bed. He sat on the edge with her in his lap and kissed her deeply.

The young woman broke the kiss and straddled his lap. She pushed him back on the bed and smirked as he flopped down with his arms spread straight out beside him. She found the buckle to his belt and began to open it as he watched. One of his hands came up and traced the curve of her breast and her almost flat stomach. She slid from his lap and pulled him up as she unbuttoned his trousers. He stepped out of them and pulled her close to him. “It seems you are a bit over dressed my dear.”

“Hardly,” she answered with lust apparent in her voice. “This is all I have on. It’s barely more than what you seem to be wearing.”

She ran her hand up the front of his tented boxers causing him to moan in pleasure. She expertly hooked her fingers in the elastic waist and in one fluid motion, divested him of his underwear. Immediately, his impressive erection was freed and he sighed. The wolf inside him had had enough of her taking charge. He turned her around and pressed his nude body against her back, gently nipping and sucking at her neck. Her attention was on the expert mouth attached to her neck when he grabbed the zipper of her gown and lowered it.

Leah was so caught up in the moment that she did not even pay any attention when he pushed the open gown off of her shoulders, causing it to pile up in a heap around her ankles.

Remus picked her up and laid her in the middle of the bed. He sat back on his haunches and looked at the beauty before him. He could not figure out why such an exquisite being would choose him, with his scarred body and lycanthropy, but he was not going to deny her what she insisted that she wanted.

He lay down and covered her body with his, twining their legs, and began to worship the woman before him with his mouth. With every new touch, her body would arch into it. She moaned in pleasure as each new part was explored. Remus mouth latched onto a nipple and Leah released a delicious keening noise. His free hand snaked across her stomach and down her hip.

He kissed his way across her chest and brushed his tongue over her other nipple as a finger traced her nether lips. He slipped one finger in between them and circled her clitoris careful not to touch it. She pressed herself against his hand and moaned in frustration. She wanted friction, and lots of it!!

He chuckled as he moved back up to kiss her lips. He positioned himself between her sculpted thighs and slowly ran the mushroom tip of his cock up and down her slit, lightly tapping her clit every time he came to the top. Remus closed his eyes as he slowly entered her tight, hot heat. Leah whimpered in pleasure.

He started out taking long slow strokes and feathering kisses along her jaw and neck. Her hands roamed his muscular chest and back, resting on his butt. The flexing action of the muscles as he thrust only served to turn her on more. Leah moaned again as she felt her orgasm begin to build. She began meeting him thrust for thrust. Her fingers were entangled in his long hair as she came, screaming his name.

He stopped his thrusts as her pleasure began to subside. She looked at him and he smiled before kissing her deeply. He started thrusting shallowly. “Are you ready for another one?”

Leah smiled and closed her eyes, “Mmm…I usually only ever get one.”

Remus beamed down at her. “Not tonight. I never leave a lover unsatisfied.”

She quirked an eyebrow extremely happy she was getting what she wanted. “Really?”

“Really,” he answered, rolling over and pulling her on top of him. “It’s your turn now.”

She giggled as she leaned down and kissed him. Leah began to rock her hips back and forth finding her rhythm. The young woman took great pleasure hearing the noises coming from her lover. She trailed her hands up and down his broad chest and over his flat pink nipples.

His torso was scarred for his many years of transformations without the wolfsbane potion, and she reverently traced some of the larger scars with her fingertips, looking into his now almost gold eyes. She leaned down and kissed his swollen lips and whispered against them, “I think you’re beautiful.”

She ran her fingers through his hair, noticing it was beginning to gray at the temples. His hands wandered between her breasts, kneading them and gently pinching her erect nipples. They finally settled on her slim hips and he began thrusting up against her.

Remus could feel her walls convulsing around his cock and knew she was close yet again. He took one hand away and settled his thumb on her clitoris and slowly rubbed circles. Leah threw her head back and gyrated her hips faster. Her breathing became shallow as her pleasure heightened. As her second orgasm hit, more intense than the first, she could only pant out, “Remus, oh god,” repeatedly.

When she finished, she stilled her movements to catch her breath. He grinned impishly as he sat up to kiss her sweaty neck. Strands of her hair were plastered to her forehead, neck, and shoulders. He brushed the sweat droplets from her forehead and kissed her. It was a slow sweet kiss. The werewolf pulled back and whispered, “You’ve got one more coming beautiful. I don’t do anything halfway.”

She kissed him again and ran her hands up and down his drenched chest. A soft sigh and a contented noise was all she could muster in response as he pulled her up off of him and got to his knees. He leaned back on his feet and pulled her into his lap with her legs on either side. He looked down as he entered her and saw it!

There was a tattoo of the head of a wolf just below her left shoulder blade. He smiled into her damp hair as he pulled her back on him. His thrusts were quick and shallow. He knew he’d be lucky to last very much longer. Leah moved her hair over her right shoulder and Remus nipped gently at her shoulder and neck. She moaned with lust as he whispered dirty things into her ear as he nibbled on it. With one hand splayed on her stomach to keep her balanced, his other was free to roam. He touched the side of her jaw with his long fingers and she took his index finger into her mouth.

Leah tasted herself on his finger as she laved it with her tongue. She flicked the tip of it, and Remus let out an almost feral growl before taking it from her mouth and using he own saliva to tease her clit again. The young woman howled in pleasure from this because her clit was already hyper-sensitive from her previous orgasms. Almost immediately her body began to convulse.

Finally, Remus let himself go. He gave in to the pleasurable sensations assaulting his body through his cock and tipped over the edge into oblivion. Leah’s cries of pleasure unleashed the wolf inside. As Remus climaxed, he bit down at the juncture of her shoulder and neck and sucked hard. As he finished empting himself into her womb, he came back to his senses and let her go. The wolf had just claimed its first mate in almost two years!

A/N2: I\'m just not quite so sure I think this is hot enough. I very well may tweak it and make it better. I was repeatedly distracted by my husband. It\'s like he knows when I need to concentrate the most and he\'s hell bent on pestering the shit out of me...and he wonders why I don\'t particularly want kids....Anyway, enough with my ranting. Papaya, here\'s your 3,000 words of smut...too bad it\'s the wrongs story, eh? *winks*