i've added more spaces and gaps this time so hopefully its a bit easier to read now. reveiw and tell me if it isn't. Thanks to all my reveiwers so far, the feedback's been really helpful.
disclaimer: they're not mine. even my polos were found underneath a dusty armchair. please dont sue me :)
Remus stared down at the scribbled note in his hands. The noise of the great hall seemed to grow faint around him and a loud rushing filled his ears. So, it had finally happened. He had dreaded it for years, had had nightmares about it. But then Sirius, or James, or even Peter-he was sometimes loud enough in his sleep yelling that he could wake Peter, the heaviest sleeper in their dorm-would shake him awake and tell him it was fine, nobody knew, and tomorrow they would all be down at the shrieking shack and everything would be fine. But this time, there was nothing any of them could do. "Remus?" Remus felt a hand on his arm as Sirius leant across Peter to talk to him. "What was that all about? You look like you've just seen a ghost!"
"I have," answered Remus, stuffing the note into his pocket, "Look, Nearly Headless Nick's right there!"
"Haha." Said Sirius dryly, taking a bite out of his toast, "I saw what you looked like when you read that note. What it say?"
"Note?" asked Peter "looking up from his bowl of porridge and the Daily Prophets crossword "You get a note Moony?"
"Um, yeah," muttered Remus, turning away and reaching over to the pumpkin juice and pouring it into his already half full glass "but it was nothing, just something to do with charms homework." Sirius raised an eyebrow in disbelief but Peter accepted the rather lame excuse and returned to his crossword. Sighing, Remus decided to ignore Sirius and return to his breakfast. Lessons started in 20 minutes and he'd just remembered that he'd left his charms homework in the dorms.
"So what'd it really say?" Remus jumped as Sirius came up behind him, and then returned to searching his trunk for the missing homework.
"I told you, it was nothing. Now would you please leave me alone to find my charms homework or would you like to make yourself useful and help me?"
"It's right here," said Sirius lazily, picking up a sheet of parchment that was partially hidden beneath a pile of pyjamas "And I don't believe you, you know. I can tell when you're lying Moony and you're lying now. So are you going to tell me or not?"
"Not." Said Remus as he straightened up and tried to grab his homework from Sirius' taunting fingers. Sirius was almost a head taller than him and he was holding the parchment carelessly above his head, letting it wave back and forth in the October breeze coming in through the window.
"Wrong answer" he said and promptly pocketed the parchment and walked out of the dormitory.
Remus sighed and picked up his bag. He really wasn't in the mood to play games with Sirius. It was the full moon tomorrow and the note that he had received this morning felt heavy in his pocket. He took it out again as he walked through the door onto the spiral staircase that led to the common room.
I know your secret. Meet me in room 30 on the 3rd floor, tonight at 10. And don't forget, I KNOW.
It was an amateur threat, lots of people had secrets and this could just be a misdirected note, meant as a joke for someone else. But still, he couldn't take that chance. What if when he woke up tomorrow morning, no one would look him in the eye. People would avoid him. They would write home telling parents, they in turn would write to the headmaster-he could be expelled! I could tell James and Sirius, he thought. No, he thought just as quickly. I'm tired of them fighting my battles for me. They get into enough trouble as it is without me presenting an excuse for complicated tricks and revenges. No. The best thing would be to go and talk with the person. If he could get them to see that it would be best for everyone, especially himself, if his secret was kept a secret, then maybe he could forget about it. He could tell James and Sirius tomorrow, before they went to the shrieking shack, and by the time they came back to school, exhausted, everyone would have forgotten about it. Yes, that would be best. He was sure he could sort this out himself.
Remus had been feeling sick all day. Something had been tightening in his stomach making it impossible for him to eat, and this combined with his pre- full-moon tiredness and his current mental anguish was enough to make him skip supper, much to the consternation of his friends, and retire to the dorms for a rest before going out for his mysterious rendezvous. However, all it had really done was give him more time to torment himself with possible endings to his schooling, his life as a social human being and the beginning of his nomad life, living in forests and eating raw meat. By the time 10 o'clock came, Remus was glad to get out of his bed of misery and walk down to the third floor.
James was doing Quidditch practise and Peter had gone to watch him. Sirius, who was an amazing artist, had no doubt gone along to draw the players in flight. They had all called in earlier to see if he was alright, but he had feigned sleep and ignored their whispered concerns.
Now, he was standing nervously outside room 30, shifting his weight from foot to foot and glancing along the hallway to make sure no teachers were coming. At ten past ten, he knocked on the door and was surprised to hear a girl's voice answer. Awkwardly, he stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. He was shocked to find the room filled with candles, floating like in the great hall. At the centre of the room, seated with their back to him and bathed in flickering light, was a cloaked figure.
"I've been waiting for you" they said, and stood up, turning around and taking down their hood. It would have been a magical moment if the face beneath the hood hadn't looked like a slightly feminised version of a 6 ft Rugby player. Remus tried to hide his shock and confusion by talking
"Oh, hi Branwen. Um, yeah. Well, here I am. I wanted to discuss the note that you sent me this morning. It was, uh, well more than slightly disturbing and I wanted to discuss the merits of not telling anyone—"He was cut off when the girl took a step towards him, forcing him to back away.
"It's ok." She said softly. Her voice had a welsh lilt to it and her breath smelt of cigarettes. "I won't tell anyone. Not a single soul."
Remus let out a sigh and an awkward smile, took another step backwards and found himself up against a wall.
"Well, um, that's very nice of you." He let out a small cough, "And I really must go now, it's late, way past curfew.."
Branwen put an arm out, her hand a few inches from the side of his head, blocking his attempt to shuffle sideways towards the door.
"Not so fast," she smiled, "I won't tell anyone," she put another arm out on the other side of his head "if you do something for me. It's something I've wanted for a very long time" She leant forward and her hair swung down, brushing her school robes and hanging lankly by the side of her face, which was mere centimetres away from Remus'.
"Um, yeah, sure." Said Remus, dying to get away from the uncomfortable situation and return to his bed. He had a splitting headache and he was starving. Maybe he could pop into the kitchen on the way to the Gryffindor tower.
"Anything?" Branwen breathed.
"Anything" muttered Remus, glancing towards the door. "As long as it's quick. I really have to get back to my dorms" remembering the excuse he had used this morning, he added, "I haven't done my charms homework"
Branwen raised an eyebrow and smirked, reminding Remus uncomfortably of Sirius. He would be in the dormitories by now, wondering where Remus was. Remus wondered how quick he could make this so he could return to his bed and pretend he'd been in the kitchens the whole time. His thoughts were interrupted when Branwen lifted her arms and straightened.
"Don't worry. It will be very quick." Then she lunged for his trousers.
"Wait!" screamed Remus trying to push the giant girl off him "Wait, I didn't mean this!" He could feel her large, sausage like fingers fiddling with his zipper and again he strained at her shoulders. "Get off me!" The zipper came undone and his trousers and boxers were tugged to the floor.
"You did say anything," said Branwen from her knees as Remus backed away, covering himself, his trousers pooled around his ankles. "And I want you!" Again she lunged, this time for his ankles and Remus fell to the floor with a thud that reverberated up his spine. Pushing him to the floor, she loomed over Remus, sitting on his legs, her hands pinning his arms above him, and enveloped his feeble calls for help with her mouth. My first kiss, though Remus dully as the probing tongue forced it's way into his mouth. My first kiss and it's here, on the floor of an empty classroom, with a girl I barely know.
A voice at the back of his head was screaming and he was finding it hard to breath. His arms were no longer pinned above him but the fact that her could push and tug and scratch seemed to make little difference. Branwen was 6ft and Remus was 5 ft something.
Branwen's hands had gone further down his body, and were stroking and touching and feeling. Suddenly he could breath again but that meant that her mouth was involved as well and oh it was horrible and wet and his treacherous body was responding in the way it was supposed to. He could feel his erection pressing hard into her stomach as she came up for another breath crushing kiss and he hated himself. Hated himself for reacting to this girl's touch.
He didn't even notice when she got off him, and pulled off her skirt and knickers, flinging them to one side. Then she was looming above him, a knee on either side of his hips and suddenly she was down and he was in her and she was on him and she was riding him-yes, that was the word-up and down, up and down, and he was responding, he couldn't help it, his hips were rocking, his ass was lifting up from the floor and then pressing back down onto the cold tiles. And he was, he was, oh, oh, oh, oh. He cried as he came, hot tears mingling with the cooling sweat on his face. Branwen paused for a second, panting and then got up, put her clothes back on and walked towards the door.
"Don't go running crying to any of your little friends" She sneered as she reached it, her hand on the knob, "And don't forget, I know"
She was out the door and it slammed behind her. The candles went out in the sudden gust of wind and Remus was left to find his clothes in the dark.
