Hiya! This is my second posted fic that's been doing alright elsewhere but I prefer this site (Awww!) And you guys review more (Hint) Anyway, unlike first fic, these guys shag in Chapter one. Hope you enjoy it!

Chapter One

Remus sank down onto the seat at the bar in the Leaky Cauldron and ordered a Firewhiskey from Tom. He threw it down quickly, wincing a little at the heat that scorched his throat, and asked for another. The bartender obliged, putting another glass in front of him. Remus handed the bald man his last coins.

'Just keep them coming until that runs out,' he said, seeing Tom look at the money. 'Hope you weren't planning a big night,' he mumbled and walked off to serve a woman in a dark corner of the bar.

Remus snorted to himself. 'Too poor to even get drunk properly,' he complained to himself, sipping the second Firewhiskey slowly.

He sighed, looking down into the drink. He was heading back to his old school, Hogwarts, on the train tomorrow to join the teaching staff and he shouldn't be drinking. The thought of being amongst all those noisy kids while he suffered from a hangover made him grimace and he knew he'd regret it, but right now - he didn't give a crap. He just wanted to forget about everything for a while.

A couple of nights ago, the woman he'd been dating casually decided it was time for them to begin a physical relationship. While Remus had absolutely no problem with that (it had been a while), he'd told himself he'd never sleep with a woman without telling her about his condition first. So last night he broke the news of his lycanthropy, and she couldn't get away from him fast enough. He swallowed the rest of the Firewhiskey quickly, trying to quell the rush of anger he felt.

'I can't blame her,' he told himself. 'Who wants to sleep with a werewolf?'

Tom turned away from the woman he'd been chatting to and saw Remus' glass was empty. He approached the other man, opening a new bottle of Firewhiskey.

'I'm going to run out between the two of you tonight,' he said, pouring the drink as he gestured with his head towards the end of the bar.

Remus looked over at the brown haired woman who was now leaning forward, elbows on the bar and head in her hands. Her long hair brushed the top of the bar, hiding her face.

'Is she alright?' Remus asked with a frown.

'I'm cutting her off soon,' Tom confided. 'Tiny little thing. She barely looks old enough to be drinking anyway. I thought she was underage until she showed me her Apparition licence.'

He put the bottle down and looked back at Remus. 'You've got about two drinks left in credit,' he told him, then walked off to serve a couple of noisy witches.

Taking a sip of the new drink, he glanced over at the woman again. This time her head was up and she was tipping the last of her drink down her throat quickly.

'Jeez, she does look young,' he thought, surprised. 'Pretty too.'

She made a face then looked up for Tom, catching Remus watching her. He looked back down at his drink hastily, not seeing the smile that crossed her face.

'He's pretty cute,' Jess thought, staring at the man with the light brown hair who'd just looked away from her. 'And I'm sure that's not just the Firewhiskey talking.'

She frowned as she looked down at her empty glass. That was her third Firewhiskey and she was starting to feel the effects. Or had it been her fourth?

'Does it really matter?' she wondered, signalling to the barman that she wanted another. 'Do you think that's a good idea?' he asked her and she glared at him.

'I think it's a fantastic idea,' she told him, pushing her glass closer and tapping it meaningfully. He looked as if he might argue further but gave in, reaching for the bottle and pouring her another drink. Jess smiled and tipped the glass at him.

'I'll drink to your health, Tom,' she said, taking a large gulp.

'God, it tastes awful,' she thought as the liquid burned a path down her throat. But she knew from experience that it was the quickest way to get completely and utterly trashed, and that is exactly what she wanted right now.

She rubbed her hand over her forehead. She'd had to dig out her Apparition licence to even get the man to serve her, and he had hovered over her since she threw her first drink down in one swallow. She sighed. Every day since she turned eleven, she'd cursed the fact she was short and young looking. Now it was the reason she could even consider doing what she was going to do - go back to school. It had taken years, but she'd finally gotten her life back on track only to find out she couldn't get the job she wanted without NEWT results.

'Twenty years old and going back to school,' she thought, wincing. 'Could my life get any more humiliating?'

Her only consolation was that she really didn't look any older than 16 or 17 - a fact she usually cursed but now….

She'd insisted the Headmaster, Professor Dumbledore not tell anyone her real age. 'I'm only here for one year,' she'd said when he agreed to let her complete her final year at Hogwarts. 'I didn't attend here previously so no one knows me. It's just less hassle this way.'

She'd had to tell him her history; the reasons she'd left school before her Seventh Year. 'And you are coping now?' he asked, looking surprisingly concerned.

'I'm fine now,' she insisted. 'Healed in every way and ready to get on with my life.'

Except she wasn't healed - not completely. Not emotionally, but she was getting there. But tonight….

'Tonight I forget. Just for a little while,' she mumbled to herself, finishing her drink. Tom was serving the man with the light brown hair again, who seemed just as intent as she was on getting as drunk as possible in the shortest length of time possible.

'Last one, Remus,' she heard Tom say. 'Money's run out.' The man frowned and sighed loudly, taking the drink and sipping slowly. Tom approached her and she smiled.

'I'll have a glass of mead this time, thanks,' she said, not able to face another glass of the fiery whiskey. She indicated the man. 'And get him another of whatever he's drinking. Stick it on my tab.'

Tom looked surprised, then nodded. He poured the drinks, putting the mead in front of her and taking the Firewhiskey over to Remus.

Remus looked startled when Tom put the drink in front of him. 'Thought the money had run out,' he said, looking up at the man.

'It has,' he replied, then indicated the woman in the corner. 'You should thank the young lady.'

Remus frowned slightly and looked past Tom to see the woman holding a glass of mead now. She was looking down at the drink, swirling it gently in the glass. Tom left to wipe down the bar and Remus stared at the woman for a few moments longer before standing. He quickly drank his last mouthful of whiskey and picked up the other full glass, approaching her a little uncertainly.

'Thanks,' he said when he reached her, holding up the glass when she looked up in surprise.

'Oh,' she said with a smile, her blue eyes sparkling. 'That's alright. You look like you needed it.'

She turned towards him on her stool. 'Jessica,' she said, holding out her hand. 'But I prefer Jess.'

He smiled and took her offered hand. 'Remus,' he replied, sitting on the stool next to her when she gestured to it.

'So, what are you trying to get drunk enough to forget?' she asked, sipping her drink.

'My life,' he blurted out before he could stop the self pitying words.

She let out a breath of laughter. 'Popular choice tonight,' she said in a low voice. 'Want to talk to a complete stranger about it?'

Remus shook his head and said, 'You really don't want to know.' Jess looked at him thoughtfully.

'I wouldn't have asked if I didn't,' she said. 'I'll bet you the next three rounds that my sob story beats your sob story.'

Remus smiled and took a sip of his drink. She'd obviously heard Tom tell him he had no money left. His pride was urging him to say no, but his desire to stay and talk to the very pretty young woman won.

'I'll take that bet,' he said, feeling a little more relaxed now. Was that due to the whiskey kicking in, or Jess' nice smile and gorgeous blue eyes?

Jess took a large gulp of the mead then turned so her whole body faced him.

'And a nice body it is too,' he thought, unable in his buzzed state to halt his eyes as they wandered down to her chest of which he could see quite a bit in the low cut top. 'There's nothing underage about that.'

He quickly raised his gaze, hoping she hadn't noticed. She had, but instead of slapping him she smiled.

'Some women find it offensive when a man's eyes wander,' she said flirtatiously. 'I'm not one of them. I think it's a compliment.'

Remus felt himself going red and took a larger drink of whiskey. Jess chuckled and grabbed her glass, taking a deep breath.

'I am about to do something I'm dreading to get a job I want,' she said, turning back to him with her drink now firmly in hand. 'I've spent the last eight years making bad choice after bad choice, and now I finally want to make a good one - I can't.'

She took a sip and continued. 'My parents are still haunting me from the grave and screwing up my life despite my best attempts to not allow it; my sometimes boyfriend finally dumped me last week after he saw his new blonde, big boobed neighbour saying that he needed someone who'd screw him; I've put on three kilos due to stress eating and I have PMS.' She leaned back and crossed her legs, brushing his as she did. 'Beat that.'

Remus smiled briefly then leaned forward. 'My ex best friend is a mass murderer who has now escaped from Azkaban; I'm heading off for a job that I don't even know if I can do because I can't get work anywhere else; I'm too broke to afford to get pissed properly; the woman I'd been seeing dumped me instead of sleeping with me when I told her I was a werewolf, and I think I may have a cold coming on.'

Jess stared at him for a few seconds, a slightly stunned look on her face. She turned away from him and waved at Tom.

'You're right,' she said with a small laugh. 'Your life sucks much more than mine. Two more please, Tom.'

Remus stared at her in surprise, having expected her to make a transparent excuse and leave quickly.

'Perhaps you missed what I said…' he began, but she shook her head.

'No,' she said with a grin. 'I heard the part about you being too broke to get pissed meaning you would have welshed on our bet if I'd won.'

He smiled and said, 'No. The part about me being a werewolf.'

Jess looked at him and smiled. 'No, I caught that bit,' she confirmed. 'I just don't really care. I'm the last person who can sit on a high horse and judge others, especially for something they can't help or control.'

Remus was taken aback by her words - not too many people saw his condition that way. Jess saw his surprise and hid her smile. He'd confirmed her guess. She'd suspected he was a lycanthrope from the scars on his face and neck - she'd seen them before. She was impressed he was so up front about his illness, although she wasn't sure if it was honesty or the Firewhiskey that made him admit it.

They sat in silence as Tom poured them more drinks. 'So,' she said when he left. 'Our pasts suck, it looks like our immediate futures will suck as well - no wonder we're both here getting shitfaced.' Remus laughed and Jess grinned at him.

'Nice laugh,' she thought, her own eyes lowering to run over his body. He wore a lot of baggy layers - hard to tell what was under the clothes, but he had a kind face, had been honest about his condition and seemed like a pretty good guy.

'And he's interested,' she thought , seeing his dark blue eyes shifting again to her chest. Jess bit her lip, feeling a warm sensation that had nothing to do with alcohol spread through her.

They talked for the next couple of hours, surprising Tom by holding onto one drink each the whole time, unconsciously sobering themselves up a little. Their flirtatiousness picked up, and Remus found himself responding to her in a way he hadn't to a woman in a very long time. He forgot that she was so much younger than him and that they'd both probably had too much to drink. Only thinking about how much he wanted to kiss her, he caught himself gazing at her lips far too often. Jess was also finding herself becoming more and more attracted to him as the night went on and decided that he was too nice a guy to make a move.

'Up to me, I guess,' she said.

She lifted her drink and held it out to him. 'This is the nicest night out I've had in a long time, Remus,' she said. 'Thank you.'

He laughed and tapped his glass on hers, toasting that thought. 'Me too, Jess,' he agreed. She grinned at him then drank deeply, watching him over the top of her glass. She was surprised to see her drink all gone, and called out to Tom who frowned.

'I think you've had enough,' he said.

'Spoil sport,' she admonished, pouting a little. 'Just one more, Tom. Please?'

She adopted a pleading look, widening her eyes and Tom relented.

'One more,' he said firmly, reaching for the bottle of mead. 'We're closing up soon anyway.'

Jess smiled and stretched. 'I'm going to visit the bathroom,' she said, standing up and losing her balance, falling against Remus.

'Whoops!' she said with a giggle, straightening up, but leaving her hand where it fell - on his thigh. 'Maybe I had better make this the last.'

He laughed and asked, 'Do you want a hand?'

She shook her head and laughed. 'Nope, I can do it,' she insisted, and pushed herself away from him, walking more steadily now to the bathroom.

Remus shook his head and grinned as he watched her. 'She is little,' he thought, his eyes moving over her before she disappeared. He thought the top of her head would barely reach his chin if they were both standing.

'Great boobs, great ass - not skinny,' he thought, for a brief instant imagining her naked and wrapped around him. The image stirred his body and he took another drink, trying to cool himself down.

'She is way too young for me,' he told himself, trying not to remember the feel of her hand on his thigh, despite the tingling feeling he could still feel.

He saw Tom starting to wipe the tables down and realised that he and Jess were the only customers left in the room. He saw Jess reappear, and smiled, seeing her smile back.

'I think he's giving us a hint,' Remus said in a stage whisper when she reached him, glancing over at Tom. Jess laughed and reached over for her glass, taking a long drink. 'Hmm,' she said, looking at him. 'I think you might be right.'

She saw the bald man shoot them a dirty look and she and Remus laughed softly.

'He's right,' said Remus, looking at his watch. 'I should call it a night.'

'It is getting late,' she murmured, then quickly drank the dregs from her glass and put it back on the bar. She looked at Remus for a few moments then leaned over and kissed him.

Remus froze in surprise for a few seconds before he responded, his hand rising to hold her head as his lips moved heatedly on hers, sending a wave of lust through them both. Jess moved closer, her hands running up his thighs to his hips as she pressed herself in between his parted legs. Remus' other hand moved to the small of her back, pulling her tighter against him. He heard her moan and couldn't help his own as her tongue flicked his lip.

'She can sure as hell kiss,' he thought, feeling his body harden. After a minute, Jess pulled away and raised her head slightly.

'I have a room upstairs,' she said a little breathless, biting her lip as she watched his face.

Remus thought for a moment, his common sense battling with his attraction to her, then stood up, putting his glass on the bar. She was taller than he thought - her forehead was level with his mouth, top of her head would brush his nose.

'What number are you in?' he asked, making up his mind, pushing aside his conscience for one night.

'Seven,' she said, eyes not leaving his face.

'I'm in three - mine's closer,' he said, hearing her laugh as he took her hand and led her up the stairs, Tom's eyes following them as he shook his head and muttered, 'Lucky bastard!'

He opened the door to his room, pulling her in quickly after him. Jess laughed then reached up and pulled his head to hers, kissing him hard and fast. Remus groaned and kicked the door shut, wrapping his arms around her waist and holding her against him.

'God,' she whispered against his lips, as she felt how aroused he was already, and the answering heat that ran through her. Her arms moved around his neck and he lifted her off the ground, her legs coming up around his waist. He pushed her up against the wall, pressing himself against her.

'It's been a while, Jess,' he moaned as his mouth moved along her jaw and down her throat.

'For me too,' she said then hissed as his hands moved to her ass and squeezed. She tightened her legs around him, bringing his erection into closer contact with her own hot sex. 'But I don't think you're going to need to put in a whole lot of effort here, Remus.'

He laughed and held her tighter, moving them over to the bed. Jess dropped her legs and felt her feet hit the ground. They both quickly shucked their shoes, then Jess shrugged her jacket off, watching as he did the same. Their shirts followed and Jess stopped, hands on her bra clip.

'God, Remus,' she whispered, frowning at his chest.

She moved her hands and tentatively reached out to touch his scars. He pulled her closer, his hands shifting to finish unclipping her bra.

'Told you I was a werewolf,' he said, praying that reminding her wouldn't make her change her mind. Jess brushed her hand over his chest, flicking his nipple lightly making him gasp as he got her bra undone.

'Looks like you're a dangerous guy, Remus,' she said with a grin, pulling her bra off completely. He let out a breath as he looked her over.

'You have no idea,' he murmured, an wicked smile on his face. Grabbing her fast, he fell back onto the bed, landing on top of her as she giggled.

They kissed again, Remus hands moving to her breasts to tease her nipples. She groaned and arched up into his hands. His lips shifted from her mouth down her neck until he reached her breasts, circling his tongue around her nipple then taking it into his mouth and sucking gently. He did the same to the other breast, Jess making frantic noises in her throat and lifting up to him.

Her hands moved to his pants, undoing them quickly, Remus swearing softly as her hands brushed over the bulge that was his aching arousal. He shifted, helping her pull them off then yanked her jeans off swiftly, underwear coming with them.

'Jesus, you're huge,' she mumbled unthinkingly, looking down at him. Remus blushed and laughed.

'You're damn good for a man's ego,' he said, then kissed her again, getting hotter as their hands roamed over each other. When she grasped his cock tightly and ran her thumb over his tip, he gasped, and moved his own hand to her core, sliding his fingers into her and finding her clit, making her grind herself against his hand.

'God, Remus,' she moaned, working against his fingers urgently. 'Will you please just fuck me?'

'Christ, Jess,' he said, and kissed her hard, moving so he was pressed against her. He thrust fast and heard her cry out loudly. He stopped and looked down at her, distracted for a moment.

'Please, please tell me you're not a virgin,' he said, feeling how unbelievably tight she was around him.

'Not anymore,' she said and he looked horrified. She shook her head and laughed, her inner muscles squeezing him, almost bringing him to a premature end.

'No, I'm not,' she told him, impatiently lifting her hips as she tried to get him to move. 'It's just been a long time. Remus, please.'

Her fingers dug into his ass, and he didn't make her wait any longer, withdrawing and then plunging back into her soft, wet body, moaning his pleasure. He clenched his eyes closed, shaking with the effort of not coming immediately. Jess' legs wrapped around his waist and she grabbed his head and kissed him hard, groaning as he hit every sensitive spot inside her. They moved together quickly and soon Jess threw her head back and arched her back, crying out as she reached her end. Her body tightened even more around him and Remus knew that was all he could stand. He buried his face in her neck, moaning loudly as he let himself go, thrusting hard into her as he came, long and hard.