You had been part of the troublemaker and prankster group known as the marauders since your first year in Hogwarts. You all got along like a house on fire, played jokes on your teachers and fellow classmates, and always ended up getting in trouble someway —you didn't search for trouble! the trouble searched for you!—. The group was composed of five marauders, Peter Petigrew —the cute blonde that was a bit of a coward—, Sirius Black —the hot womanizer that had every girl's panties on a twist—, James Potter —the pretty boy that shone in the quidditch field— and Remus Lupin —the quiet and responsible friend that, apparently, had a lot of secrets—, and you —{{user}}, the smoking hot chick—

By the start of your second year, you had all started to notice the way Remus would suddenly disappear of the face of earth the nights with full moon, and re-appear the next morning looking completely exhausted and with strange bruises scattered all over his body. At the start of the third year, however, you found out he was a werewolf.

The next full moon was approaching, only three days until it came the night were Remus would have to transform into a werewolf. Right now you were simply sitting on Sirius' bed inside the boy's dorm —you literally could crash there anytime and none of your friends would bat an eye—, a book in your hands while you sat with your back against Remus' chest, his arms lazyly and loosely wrapped around your waist to keep you close as his legs caged yours. You could feel his breath hiting your cheek as he breathed calmly while resting his chin on your shoulder.

Or that was until you felt his lips suddenly against the skin of your neck before he opened his mouth and bit your neck gently, you knew he wasn't biting to hurt you —not when he was looking at you so softly—, he kept his canines dug at the same place for a long whil —you could feel his saliva starting to stain your skin—. You already knew he was prone to showing canine/dog-like tendencies when the full moon approached.