(Part One: Snogging)

"Violet Maria Pond are you snogging Jason Moran?" Violet was, indeed, snogging Jason Moran, nor did she stop when her best friend, Lily Evans, called her out on it. A waterfall of red and Lily Evan's head peeked out from behind the entrance to the Hogwarts Express, a look of mock-disaproval on her face. "Vi! Honestly, you two gonna be like this the rest of the year?" Violet broke the kiss at this statement, much to Jason's disappointment, who chased after her lips for another quick peck.

"I sure hope so," Jason said, cocky smile on his lips. Lily rolled her eyes, but her frown quickly turned to a grin. "Come on Vi," she said happily. Violet rested her forehead against Jason's. "Be there in a mo, Lils," she said, her mind wandering. The rest of the year? Did she really want to be with Jason for the rest of the year? She'd been having second thoughts about their relationship for weeks now, and the prospect of being with him for the whole year was not something she'd had in mine

At the sound of lily Evans turning and leaving, Violet and Jason began snogging once again. Their kiss was not a gentle pressing of lips, it was wildfire; consuming their lips in a passionate duel for dominance. When Jason's tongue entered her mouth, Violet let out the gentlest of sighs, leaning in closer, pressing against him, when -

The loud bellowing from the train in signal of departure prompted their separation. Violet, breathing hard, smiled up at her boyfriend of four months. He smiled back.

"You're beautiful," he said. She was. Violet Pond was one of those girls who had no idea how beautiful they were, which, of course, made them even more beautiful. She had sleek, strait, long blonde hair and eyes the color of the sea. She was thin, with toned arms due to the fact that she plays as a beater for the Gryffindor quidditch team, and a killer smile. Her cheeks always had a slight flush to them, but when embarrassed - like right now - turned a bright red color.

"I should go meet up with Lily, she's probably about ready to come get me anyway," Violet said, hoping he didn't pick up on her eagerness to get away. Jason nodded his head. The two broke apart, joined hands, and entered the train. "Bye," Violet said, giving Jason one last goodbye kiss. "Bye," he said back. Their hands disentangled and they parted ways. Little did they know they were being watched by a blonde, young Gryffindor.

Violet entered the carriage just as the train took off, and had barely sat down next to Lily before she was bombarded by Dorcas Meadowes, a seventh year Gryffindor.

"That was not Jason Moran you were just snogging was it? He is positively gorgeous! Vi, when did this happen!?" Violet wasn't particularly keen on discussing her relationship with Jason, but nevertheless divulged for her friend's sake.

"Doe, we've been dating for four months. I told you this at the beginning of May remember?" Doe's head tilted to the side in thought, but with no recollection.

"Nope. But hey, what's he kiss like? It seemed pretty enjoyable from where I was standing." Violet opened her mouth to speak, but was abruptly cut off by a lovely voice, who had somehow entered the carriage silently,

"So have you guys shagged yet?"

"Mary!" Violet squeaked, blushing a deep shade of red. "No! Of course not! We've barely been together four months." Lily doubted very much that was the real reason, judging by the look Violet sent her, but decided not to press her on the matter. Mary Macdonald, the owner of the voice and another Gryffindor seventh year, sat down next to Doe, smiling lightly.

"David and I were only dating for three weeks when we did," she said.

"Yes, but you knew you were going to be together for the rest of your life," said Lily smartly. "What's it been, three years now?" Mary's smile grew wider still. She sat up straiter, leaning slightly towards Lily.

"Three years and two months. And you will not believe what he did for our three year anniversary!" The girls never got to find out, as the story was interrupted by a tall boy with shaggy black hair and round glasses.

"Hello ladies," he said in a sultry voice, tall frame leaning against the doorjamb. Lily rolled her eyes. Mary stared. Doe hid her face with her hand. Violet suppressed a giggle.

"What do you want Potter?" asked Lily, giving him zero attention.

"And what makes you think I've come to talk to you, Miss Evans?"

"Cause you're a stalker prat, that's why." James Potter clutched at his heart in mock despair.

"You wound me Evans. On the contrary, I came to speak with Violet." Lily raised an eyebrow suspiciously.

"About?"

"Practice schedules. For quidditch."

"But none of the spots are guaranteed - except your's, since you're captain this year," said Violet, a confused look on her face.

"You really think I'm not gonna put you in, with that arm? 'Course you're on the team. So you coming or what?"

"I'll be back," Violet said in parting, leaving the carriage and following James outside. There she was joined by fellow beater Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew, and Remus Lupin, the boy she'd had a crush on since third year.

"Hey guys," she said, subconsciously brushing her hair from her face. She turned her full attention to James, "So did you actually have to talk to me or was that an excuse to see Lily?" The cocky exterior dropped, and James was himself once more.

"Would you really be surprised if I said the latter?"

"Not at all. Did you mean it though?"

"Mean what?" asked James.

"Am I on the team?" James and Sirius exchanged a look.

"Vi, it's been you and me since fourth year, of course you're seriously on the team," said Sirius merrily.

"Awesome! Well I should get back to Lily, but seriously, James, thank you. Cheers." Her eyes lingered on Remus for a half second longer than anyone else, and then turned, entering the carriage once again.

"That was pretty quick, going over a whole schedule like that." Violet sighed and sat down next to Lily once more.

"You know perfectly well what we were actually discussing," she said, a tone of teasing in her voice. Lily's eyebrows raised.

"Oh? What would that be?"

"Oh, just the best way to get you to sleep with him."

"Violet! You did not!"

"Ohmygoshlily kidding, kidding!" Violet exclaimed as she was tackled by a 5'6 ginger. Mary and Doe laughed along with the two.

"You know Vi, for someone who hates talking about her own love life, you seem pretty okay with everyone else's," said Doe.

"Oh Doe, you know perfectly well I'm a prude in my own relationships," said Violet. "How long have you known me? Five years?"

"It's getting dark, I expect we'll be at the castle soon," Mary interjected. "We should probably change into our robes."

"Agreed."

(Part Two: Staring)

He was staring, though saying he'd been staring was probably a more accurate description. He's stared at her as she kissed her boyfriend, he'd stared at her when she spoke to James on the train, he'd stared at her during the sorting and he was staring at her now. How could he not? Her shinny blonde hair and gorgeous blue eyes were enchanting. Her laugh was like music, and her smile with those perfect pearly teeth was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. She was a siren and he a sailor, and he was incapable of ignoring her song; nor did he intend to.

"He's staring again," Peter mused, pointing at Remus with his spoon, which held a scoop of mashed potatoes. James and Sirius, who had been immersed in a conversation about which quidditch team they'd have to watch out for this year, looked up from their food to see their best friend ogling over a girl.

"So yesterday night when James and I were fucking, I noticed that he has a weird looking birthmark on his left thigh. Isn't that interesting Mooney?"

"Yeah," he said, slightly dazed. Sirius and James.. fucking. Fucking. Sirius and James fucking?

"Wait, what?" Remus asked, turning to look at Sirius, as the three boys burst out laughing.

"Mate, you've got it bad," Sirius said, taking a swig from his goblet. "Almost as bad as James has got it for Evans." Remus grew red, but made no argument against him. James kicked Sirius under the table.

"You haven't even touched your food," says James. Remus looks down at his plate. Had he really not eaten anything? Really, he'd only been looking, no, staring, for a minutes. Currently she was sitting next to Lily Evans and a Gryffindor first year who had just been sorted. The little girl - Nora was her name -looked positively gleeful; as if she'd raise out of her seat and float to the enchanted ceiling. She must have said something funny, because Violet's head flew back in mirth, laughing heartily and clutching at her chest, tears pooling in her eyes, Lily also laughed beside her.

"Oh my God he's at it again. Mooney! Oi, Mooney!" Sirius clapped in front of Remus' face, who mad a low, growling sound in the back of his throat.

"Whoa Mooney, is it that time of the moth already?" Remus would blush if he wasn't so pissed off at his friends. James, who had been laughing at Sirius' antics, softened a bit.

"Seriously mate, why don't you just ask her out?" Remus sputtered into his goblet.

"Are you mad? Well for one, she has a boyfriend. And two, do you really think anyone would want to go out with me after they found out what I am?"

"There are a thousand reasons not to do something, Remus," said Peter. The other three marauders looked positively stunned.

"Well, surprisingly wise words from Wormtail, but it only further proves my point. Do you think I haven't asked out girls who had boyfriends before?"

"Well padfoot, you're kind of a slut," James said. Sirius shot him a look.

"They never did anything they didn't want to," he said defensively.

"Of course not," said James, "but you certainly had some persuasion." The two continued to bicker and, happy the attention was off him, Remus quietly began to start on his mashed potatoes, which only resulted in him pushing his food around on his plate. Thinking about Violet brought Remus back to the time when they had first met, during his second year at hogwarts.

It was late, probably around 1:00 in the morning. It was two days until the full moon, and Remus couldn't sleep. So as not to wake his friends, Remus made his way downstairs to the common room which was, surprisingly, not empty. A young girl he'd seen in his classes but never actually talked to was sitting in front of the fire - in James' usual spot - reading a book. He had stopped halfway down the stairs but had, unfortunately, stopped on the squeaky stair. It screeched, and the young girl startled, looking up at Remus and clutching at her heart.

"You scared me," she said, breathing hard. Remus blushed.

"Sorry," he mumbled, "I didn't think anyone else was awake."

"Nor did I," she said. Remus continued down the stairs the rest of the way and sat awkwardly in the chair next to her. She turned towards him.

"I'm Violet; Violet Pond."

"Remus L - Lupin." he said back. Violet smiled.

"Nice to meet you, Remus Lupin," Violet said, getting up from her seat, yawning, and starting up to the girl's dormitory. She paused, then turned back towards him and said, "You know, if you're having trouble sleeping, you should try reading a chapter of a book. I go out like that!" She snapped her fingers. To even further prove her point, she started back towards him and handed Remus the book she'd been reading. "Here, it's my favorite. It's a muggle book, I'm not sure if it'll interest you, but it's something. I hope you enjoy it." She then turned and left.

"W - Wait!" Remus cried. Violet stuck her head from behind the wall up the stairs.

"When do you, when do you want this back?" Violet thought for a moment.

"Think of it as a present. Sweet dreams Remus Lupin." Then she was gone.

Remus stared down hard at the book in his hands. There were six separate images on the cover, all scenes from nature, over a tan cover. Cloud Atlas by David Mitchell.

He still has it.

(Part Three: Jason)

"So are you going to tell me what that look was about?" Lily asked, brushing through her long, red hair. Violet bit her lip.

"Well, it's kind of about Jason." Lily stopped mid-brush and turned towards her best friend.

"What's wrong, has he hurt you? Because I swear to God I will kill him - "

"No no, nothing like that, no," Violet assured her, "it's just that, well, I don't think things will work out between us." Mary and Doe, who had been in a separate conversation, turned their attention solely to Violet and Lily.

"But why? He's so gorgeous!" said Mary, laying on her stomach, head propped up by her hands.

"I don't know," said Violet, "I mean, I'm happy when I'm with him, but when he's not around I don't get that.. that feeling. You know?" Mary knew. Lily knew. Unfortunately, the other three roommates did not.

"Why do you have to get some special feeling about him? Why can't you just like him, he like you, and that be enough?" Asked Sarah Pewter, a fellow sixth year roommate.

"Maybe because I don't like him? I don't know, I've felt this way for a few weeks, I think the least I can do is break it off now and save him the pain of being dragged along.."

"You seemed pretty happy while he was snogging you," challenged Mary.

"Well in my defense, it's because he's so good at it."

"I knew it!" Exclaimed Doe.

"This wouldn't have anything to do with Lupin, would it?" Asked a think black witch wearing nothing but a big t-shirt.

"I don't know what you're on about, Helga," Violet said to Helga, for that was the witch's name.

"You know, Remus Lupin; best friends with the hottest guys in school, not too bad himself, sandy blonde hair, beautiful eyes, probably packing a whopping - "

"Yes yes I know perfectly well who you're talking about, I just don't know what you're getting at."

"Violet, you've had a crush on him since you met him," Lily pointed out.

"And if I did, would it even matter? He doesn't really date or anything, and - Lily would you stop looking at me like that!"

"You've got it bad," Lily said.

"Well you would know, seeing as you're practically in love with James."

"I am not! I hate that git!"

"Whatever you say Lils," said Violet, leaning back in bed and swinging her braids across her shoulders.

"Lights out girls!" Cried Helga, who turned out the lights with a flick of her wand. Violet shut the curtains around her and burrowed deep underneath the covers of her four poster, whispered Lumos! under her breath, and opened up Cloud Atlas by John Mitchell.

Little did she know that only a short ways away, Remus Lupin was doing the exact same thing.

A/N: I hope this is okay. I'm not really proud of it, but I've never really been good at beginnings.