Disclaimer: you already know I don't own Harry potter, and now I'm saying that I don't own "Breathe" by: Faith Hill, either.

A/N: yes, I am going to do a songfic. gasp it's the first one I've ever done before, and if it was going to be one in this story, this is the chapter to do it in. It's such a perfect song, too! And this chapter is from both of their point of views, just so no one is confused, including me!

Chapter Eighteen – Dancing

I can feel the magic floating in the air

Being with you gets me that way

She hugged him tightly around the waist, and he seemed to lean back into her embrace, while fighting to keep control of the broom.

"Where are we - ?" she started to say, but he silenced her by turning around and kissing her gently on the lips.

"No words, my love," he said, softly. "No words."

He smiled at her. And suddenly she realized where they were going.

I watch the sunlight dance across your face

And I've never been this swept away

Hogwarts grounds came up fast. She was surprised. She hadn't realized how close she lived near it. Or perhaps it was his fault. She smiled. That was right. He had distracted her. But it was alright. It was a good kind of distraction.

All my thoughts just seem to settle on the breeze

When I'm lying wrapped up in your arms

They landed right in front of the huge, distorted-looking tree, and his expression was serious. He looked at her, as if to ask, "Are you sure you want to go through with this?" In a way, it was sort of a point of no return. They had been in the tree before together, so it wasn't like it was the first time. Then again, their whole situation was different now. If they went into the tree this time . . . feeling the way they both felt . . . She took a deep breath and nodded. Like she had said before, she'd go anywhere with him.

There really was no turning back now.

The whole world just fades away

The only thing I hear is the beating of your heart

Heart pounding, he prodded the knot on the gnarly tree with a stick. It froze the same way his heart froze that time . . . when he discovered who he had bitten. He shuddered, willing his mind to forget. It wasn't over. It would never be over, but he could put the past behind him. After all, it all worked out for the best, didn't it? She was here with him now, wasn't she? That was all that mattered, right?

He chanced a glance at her, and found her staring back at him. She blushed and he smiled again.

Right.

Cause I can feel you breathe

Just watching over me

And suddenly I'm melting into you

He led the way into the hole in the tree, reaching behind him to grab her hand. He wouldn't leave her behind anymore. He opened the door of the Shrieking Shack and motioned her to go inside in front of him.

She was trembling, positively shaking. He noticed.

"Cold?" he whispered, looking up at her, a concerned look in his eyes . . .

She nodded and turned bright red, knowing the line that was to come next.

"I can warm you up," he said softly, bringing his face closer to hers.

There's nothing left to prove

Baby all we need is just to be

Caught up in the touch

He made circles with his tongue across her lip, teasing her, but never quite giving her what she wanted. He had been doing this forever it seemed like. She glared at him, and he grinned back at her. Surprising both of them, she suddenly plunged her own tongue into his mouth, deepening the kiss.

It was all so painfully, painfully slow.

But now she was the one in control.

Slow and steady rush

Baby isn't that the way that love's supposed to be?

Slow and steady . . . yeah. That was it. Or not. He pushed her up against the wall, kissing her almost desperately. His mind told him to slow down, but his hormones were in overdrive. And besides, she seemed to have no problem with it . . .

But . . . it was her first time. And his first time. And he didn't want it to be sloppy and rushed. He was sure she didn't want it that way either.

He sighed, and pulled himself away from her. She gazed at him, her eyes practically forming little question marks in them.

"We shouldn't . . ." he said softly, and her face fell. It hurt him to see her like this, but . . .

"Why?" she whispered. "You want it, don't you?"

"Yes, but – " he turned bright red. Well, it really was no secret. "I do. But . . . well, do you want it?"

For a fraction of a second, she hesitated. It was a quick hesitation, but nonetheless noticeable. Then, she straightened up and looked him straight in the eyes. "Yes," she said, softly. "I do."

I can feel you breathe

Just breathe

Slowly, ever so slowly, he took her hand and led her upstairs.

Where there was a bed.

In a way I know my heart is waking up

As all the walls come tumbling down

Closer than I've ever felt before

Kissing her softly, he lay her down and leaned over her, placing his left hand on her waist. The other hand he used to hold himself up. He kissed her again, distracting her attention away from his left hand, which had removed itself from her waist and was now pulling lightly at her jumper.

Once she discovered what he was doing, it was literally only a matter of seconds before both of them had completely undressed the other.

And I know, and you know

There's no need for words right now

For a while, they both just stared at each other, forgetting their own absence of clothes. Yes, they simultaneously decided. Reality was much better than dreams.

Cause I can feel you breathe

Just watching over me

And suddenly I'm melting into you

He kissed her belly button, making her shiver. She was an absolute goddess, and her body . . . dreams really couldn't compare. This had to be heaven.

There's nothing left to prove

Baby all we need is just to be

Caught up in the touch

Skin sliding over the other's skin. Naked flesh burning with the heat of passion. Fiery kisses leaving a trail of warmth across the other's nude body. Balls of intensity building up in their stomach, only to explode and leave another wave of passion inside their bodies.

Slow and steady rush

Baby isn't that the way that love's supposed to be?

She could feel him pounding in the side of her thigh. She was positively throbbing now. Who knew something like this could feel so . . . There were no words to describe it. Well, no words left, anyway. Her mind had pretty much summed up all of the pleasure she was feeling and already put words to it.

And then, the things that she couldn't describe with words . . . those were the things that didn't need to be described. They just were.

It was like her love for him, and his for her. It just was.

I can feel you breathe

Just breathe

He propped himself up, and positioned himself over her. "Are you . . . absolutely sure . . . ?" he asked, between shaky breaths.

Her breathing was as erratic as his was.

"Just . . . do it!" she demanded.

"I've heard . . . this hurts . . . the first time . . ." he said, looking nervous.

"Remus . . . John . . . Lupin . . . if you don't . . . put that thing . . . inside me . . . right now . . . I swear . . ." She was suddenly cut off as he did exactly what she ordered.

Her eyes shut tight as she tried to become accustomed to him. He stayed still while she fought the urge to cry.

After about a minute, the pain seemed to fully subside.

He stared at her, worry evident on his face. She smiled. "I'm okay, now. I'll be okay, now."

He smiled back, and they began to move together.

Caught up in the touch

Slow and steady rush

Baby isn't that the way that love's supposed to be?

They were dancing. Dancing in that way that only two people like them could dance. Two werewolves, they were, wrapped up in the sweaty, intense, passionate dance of lust . . . and love.

I can feel you breathe

Just breathe

Whoever said, "Life is a game," was wrong. Life isn't a game. It's a dance. Sometimes you get the steps right and sometimes you have to play the music over again. Sometimes you dance solo, but when you do it right . . . you are moving to the melody. You become the music. It lifts you up and carries you along. It's a form of magic, love is. And the dance of love.

Rozlyn and Remus shuddered as they both climaxed as the same time. They locked eyes with each other. It took a special kind of person to dance this dance. It wasn't merely a dance of two humans. It was a dance of wolves. And that's what they each were doing.

Dancing with a Werewolf.

I can feel the magic floating in the air

Being with you gets me that way

A/N: I gave it a lot of thought. And I know it's been a while, A LONG WHILE, but I decided that I really didn't like the way I had ended it. I know there was a lot of controversy on the subject, but you know what? Whatever I say goes. I'm the author. It's my story. And this is where it ends. And no, there won't be a sequel.

Ariana S.