His let his hands wander again before they settled at the hem of her jumper. Remus broke their kiss, desperately searching her eyes for permission, and silently she pulled the garment over her head. This was the furthest they had ever gone, and the first time she was exposed to him in such a way. His face went slack, eyes lingering on the ugly purple scar that ran across her chest, and after an eternity of Remus neither moving or speaking, she started to grow self-conscious. Was she not what he expected? Was she more attractive in his imagination? Her shoulders sank as she lifted her hands to cover her breasts. 