A/N: Hey guys! Here's the sequel to "Pull of the Moon" (Thanks again to missuspadfootnmoony for the title, I love it!). I figured I'd post it, I mean...I wrote like three chapters of it already and its pretty good so far...at least I think it is :)

Anyway, again, I don't claim ownership to anything in this story except for my character Meredith, who is like...the most amazing person I've written ever. Hah.

Hope you enjoy it, and like always...I LOVE reviews, so please write them...if you have any suggestions or criticisms or anything I'd like to hear them. Feel free to send me a private message as well, if you'd like.

OK, I'm going to stop rambling now and let you get to the story. Hope you like it!

Wake up. Get dressed. Eat breakfast. Drink coffee. Walk to work. Answer to an unprofessional yet enthusiastic boss. Go home. Eat dinner alone. Shower. Study for Auror training. Go to sleep. Wake up and repeat. This was Meredith's routine and she resented every single part of it. It wasn't that she hated her job, she loved working for Ludo Bagman in the Department of Magical Games and Sports; it was just that she resented having such a monotonous routine. She was devastated when she learned it was going to take nearly three years to complete Auror training, and that was if she got everything right and perfect the first time. There were some issues regarding being a werewolf, but she managed to convince everyone that she was attacked by a werewolf two weeks after a full moon and therefore wasn't a true werewolf; there had been quite a few werewolf attacks in Scotland around the time she was bitten, so it was surprisingly easy to pull off. It was uncomfortable having to lie to people all the time but she told herself it was for her own good.

"Meredith! You'll never guess what's going to happen this year!" Ludo Bagman came storming into her office, catching her off guard.

After she collected the papers she had thrown in the air in surprise at Bagman's sudden entrance, Meredith caught her breath and smiled. "The Triwizard Tournament at Hogwarts?" She said casually; the memo had already come through her office.

Bagman looked slightly crestfallen, "How did you--" he said, then his eyes fell upon the memo. "Ah, yes, I had hoped to tell you myself. Now," he said, clapping his hands together once and refocusing himself. "It's going to take a considerable amount of organization but I think we're going to be able to pull it off," he said, starting in a long-winded monologue of how they-along with several other people-were going to organize this huge event. They spent the rest of the day gathering information and contacting the Heads of the other two schools, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, and talking to them about the Tournament.

Meredith went home that day thoroughly worn out; Bagman had an energetic personality, but being around him all day was somewhat exhausting; his enthusiasm was infectious and tended to drain her energy. When she walked into her apartment she immediately felt a difference in the atmosphere, some kind of disturbance. Someone is here, hiding. She thought to herself, instinctively pulling out her wand and walking through the hallway slowly. When she got to the living room her heart leapt out of her chest, and she dropped her wand in surprise. "Remus," she breathed, grinning broadly.

Sitting in the middle of the living room was a romantically decorated table complete with two lit candles and what looked to Meredith to be a very delicious pasta dinner. Lupin was sitting in one of the chairs, smiling at her timidly. "I haven't seen you properly in over a week, you've been so busy at work so I thought I'd surprise you with a dinner...I, uh, made it myself," he said, standing up and walking over to her.

"Oh Remus," Meredith said, wrapping her arms around his neck and hugging him tightly. She walked over to the table and circled it before sitting down. "This is amazing, I can't believe you did all this," she grinned, running her hand over the soft tablecloth and gazing lovingly at the flowered centerpiece.

He joined her at the table, smiling with relief at her reaction. "So, what have you been doing at work that's been keeping you so busy?" Lupin said, pouring some wine for the both of them.

"Planning the Quidditch World Cup," Meredith said, taking a large gulp of her wine, enjoying the slight bitterness of it. "Oh, and guess what Ludo told me today?" She paused for effect, then continued, "Hogwarts is going to host the Triwizard Tournament!"

Lupin stared at her in surprise, nearly dropping his fork. It took him a few moments to find his voice. "R-really? Wow, Meredith, that's...amazing. I'll bet Ludo was excited about it."

"Oh yes, he was ecstatic," Meredith said, nodding. "Positively bouncing with joy when he came into my office this morning," she paused, taking a bite of her pasta, "scared the living daylights out of me--Remus this is amazing--but anyway, we spent the rest of the day contacting the Heads of the other schools. We have the World Cup pretty much organized, you know, we just have to wait until the event comes closer, then that will require some more attention."

They spent the rest of the dinner talking about the World Cup and the Triwizard Tournament. Once they had finished dinner and dessert, Lupin was heading for the door when Meredith stopped him. "Now, now, now...I haven't seen you in over a week, you really don't think you can leave that easily," Meredith smiled coyly, standing in front of the door. She grabbed his hand and led him up to the bedroom as quick as she could without tripping over the stairs.

Lupin chuckled, amused by her eagerness. Once they got into her bedroom he cast Silencing charms on the walls, "I wouldn't want your neighbors to hear," he said huskily, kissing her neck and carrying her to the bed.

Meredith pulled out her own wand and reversed the Silencing charm, grinning. "I want them to hear," she said breathlessly, tossing her wand onto the bedside table. She stepped out of her dress and laid down on the bed, waiting for him.

"Well, then," Lupin grinned, walking over to the bed, stripping off clothes as he got closer; he was down to his underwear when Meredith let out an impatient hum, watching him move painstakingly slow. He chuckled, obeying her silent command and laying on top of her and crushed his mouth against hers, gliding his tongue against her lips.

Meredith gasped as their tongues met, Lupin's sliding into her mouth and fighting hers for dominance. Together they tore at the remaining clothes on their bodies and sunk into blissful oblivion, aware of nothing else but each other.

Lupin woke up as the light had just begun to shine through the windows and for a moment he didn't know where he was, then his memory reminded them of the events of the previous night; he grinned in spite of himself. Moving slowly so as to not wake her up, Lupin turned to face her. He watched as her chest moved up and down with a steady rhythm, tracing his finger along the scars on her face, angry blemishes that tarnished an otherwise perfect face. "So young," he said to himself, brushing her bangs out of her eyes. Suddenly he felt ashamed of himself for the previous nights events--sleeping with someone so young, made him feel slightly sick. Sure, Meredith was of age, but only just. Sometimes he couldn't help but think he was robbing her of her youthfulness somehow, like he was depriving her of life experience. Every time he brought this up to her she just told him that he was being ridiculous, but he still felt guilty or responsible. He was ripped from his thoughts when a hand ran across his shoulder gently. He turned his head to the side and smiled at Meredith, who was rubbing the sleep out of her eyes and attempting to flatten her hair down. "I must say that your morning look is quite amazing," he said teasingly, smiling.

Meredith groaned tiredly, giving up on her hair and leaving it in it's messy state. "It's too early in the morning for your teasing games, Remus," she said, resting her head on his shoulder and yawning. With the air of someone preparing to do something unpleasant, Meredith got up in one swift movement and walked into her bathroom, coming back ten minutes later wrapped in a towel looking more awake. She smiled coyly at Lupin and got dressed quickly, wearing a black pinstripe suit and a red blouse; Meredith had mastered the art of dressing like a Muggle while living with various relatives in England. "Last night was amazing, by the way," she said, aiming to kiss him on the lips, but with a quick jerk of his head she missed and kissed his cheek instead. "What?" She said, sounding concerned.

"It's just...I feel guilty. You're too young, you have too much of your life ahead of you to be with an old man like me," Lupin said quietly, not meeting her eyes but focusing on the hardwood floor.

"Really, Remus? You want to start this same argument again?" Meredith said, raising an eyebrow at him.

"It's not an argument, I'm stating a fact! You're eighteen years old! I'm thirty-four!"

Meredith sighed, rolling her eyes. "Remus, you're being ridiculous! I don't care about the age difference. We discussed this when we first got together, remember? I said it doesn't matter to me, and you said the same thing. Why are you all of a sudden freaking out about this?" She said tiredly, running her hands through her hair.

"It's...It's wrong! I'm too old for you," Lupin said firmly. "I should never have allowed this to continue."

"Well then, maybe we should just end it now," Meredith said, struggling to keep her lip from quivering with emotion. "I don't understand why you even started this whole thing when you knew it was just going to end up this way." She looked away from him, tears filling her eyes.

Lupin shook his head, walking over to her and reaching for her shoulders but she stepped away from him. "Meredith, I'm sorry," he said.

"Just get out," she said, her voice barely audible. "Just leave...Now." Meredith didn't dare move until she heard the loud crack indicating that Lupin had Disapparated. As soon as she heard that sound she broke down in tears, throwing the nearest object she could reach at the wall with the force of her anger.

After she collected herself she Apparated to the Ministry, hoping no one would notice that she was fifteen minutes late. She was wiping the tears from her eyes when Arthur Weasley entered the lift behind her. He noticed her tears and looked concerned. "Are you all right, Meredith," he asked, putting his hand on her shoulder tentatively.

Startled by the fact that Arthur was speaking to her, she jumped against his hand. "What? Oh...um...Yes, I'm fine. Just um, had a fight with Remus this morning," she said, struggling to keep her voice even. "He's uh, doing the guilt thing again. You know, he says he feels guilty because I'm sixteen years younger than he is. I've told him over and over again that I don't care. But he doesn't listen. He's too...stubborn."

Arthur gave a small, rueful smile. "Remus can be like that sometimes, just...give him some time to get used to everything. He loves you, I know he does," he said compassionately.

"Maybe...he's right, though," Meredith said sadly, "perhaps I should be dating someone younger...someone more my age." She sighed, shaking her head.

"I'm not so sure," Arthur said, "seeing you two together...you were both happy. You completed each other," he smiled again.

Meredith returned the smile, "I hope you're right, Arthur. I really do," she walked out of the lift and into her office. In order to take her mind off of the fight she had with Lupin she completely threw herself into her work planning the Quidditch World Cup, which was surprisingly only three weeks away. Many of the different departments had joined forces with Bagman's in order to expedite planning and constructing the stadium efficiently. That day Meredith had journeyed with Bagman and the other department heads in order to begin construction and casting Muggle-repelling charms around the immediate vicinity.

When Meredith arrived at home there was a rose taped to her door, and a note below it. Smiling slightly, she took the rose in her hand and unfolded the note, nudging her front door open with her foot.

Meredith,

I am so sorry about the way that I acted this morning.

Please don't think that it had any reflection on you it's just that...well, it's going to take some getting used to.

You need to be patient with me, Meredith.

You have no idea how much I love being with you.

Will you please find it in your big, wonderful heart to forgive me?

Yours forever,

Remus

Grinning and blinking back tears, Meredith set the note down on the countertop and found one of her small vases and stuck the rose inside. Then she walked up to her room and pulled out a spare bit of parchment and hastily scrawled out her response:

Remus,

I just want you to know that you're the worlds biggest git.

But I love you anyway.

I talked to Arthur Weasley this morning at work and he said that he knows that you love me and that when he saw us together we were happy, that we "completed each other." How cheesy is that?

I guess what I'm trying to say is that I forgive you. Sometimes I forget that this is hard for you, this whole relationship.

We'll just have to work at it, I suppose. But it's worth it.

Love always,

Meredith

She stared at the note, her messy scrawl casting drops of ink around the parchment. After staring at it for a few moments she sealed it and brought to her owl, hoping Hamlet would get the note to Lupin before the weekend.