A.N—So, I've decided that this is going to be my last fanfic for the next few months, so please enjoy and review and well...be awesome.
The prompt for this fanfic was actually a favourite movie of mine, Centre Stage. Now, as many of you lot have probably figured out by now, I am a dancer, and I've studied a few genres in the last eleven years since I started, but the one I have the most passion for is ballet. I know that's really stupid and cliché, but I have been DYING to write a dancer fic for ages. Literally years. So please, enjoy and tell me what you think.

Disclaimer—Yeah, yeah, I know.

Chapter One

Rejection.

Two figures stood facing each other, a metre apart in the deserted corridor on the fourth floor of Hogwarts. The torches threw bizarre shadows that shimmered onto the walls and the stone floors gleamed in the dim light, the cloak of black night seeping in through the windows.

The boy's name was Remus Lupin and he was tall, with hair the colour of almonds and kind amber eyes. There was a small scar above his left eyebrow that ran up to and behind his hairline. He was standing with his hands in his pockets, looking at the floor and seemed troubled, almost uncomfortable, even.

The girl across from him was biting her lip, looking at him from behind rectangular glasses with the most astonishing eyes imaginable. They were almond shaped and the same colour as violets, however, this was her most distinguishing feature, as her honey coloured hair was falling out of her bun, shielding her face and she stood hunched, like she hoped to avoid all attention, her arms encircled around a massive book. She looked like a stereotypical nerd and he looked like he was at the height of coolness.

"Belle..." Remus began, speaking to the girl as he looked up, amber eyes meeting violet. "I'm so sorry. But, I just...I don't feel that way about you."

The girl named Belle lowered her gaze, swallowing thickly and tucking a stubborn strand of hair behind her ear, only to have it fall back over her face.

"Oh," she breathed, sounding devastated. "I see."

Remus sighed and took a step forward, tipping her chin up so that her face was upturned towards his own, but still she did not look at him.

"Listen." he whispered, "It's just too...complicated right now. I'm sorry." he took in her downcast expression and added in a soft, sincere and gentle tone, "You deserve so much better than me."

Belle finally met his gaze as a tear slipped down her cheek, and she silently moved away from him, taking a step...and then another...and then another before turning and walking away, her heart breaking to pieces as she left. She'd known that it had been a bad idea to confess her feelings for him, but she just couldn't keep it to herself anymore.

Belle had been kidding herself. Why would Remus Lupin, one of the most popular boys in school, want her? A nerdy, shy, unattractive girl that couldn't form a coherent sentence in front of him? Belle snorted and picked up her pace, wiping her cheeks as she entered the Common room, racing up to her dorm and shutting the door behind her. The book she had been holding like a lifeline dropped to the floor with a huge thud as she slid down to the hard wood floor and curled her arms around her knees, allowing the sobs that had been building up to break free, expressing her grief and letting her heart break a little more.

"Belle?"

She sat up straight and gasped, wiping her reddening cheeks furiously. "Lily."

"What's happened?"

Belle was hit by a sudden thought and she stood up, grasping her friend by the shoulders. "I need your help."

"What with?"

"A change. I don't want to be this person anymore."

"Then who do you want to be?"

"The real me." Belle replied. "Will you help me?"

Lily gave Belle a strange look before nodding, enveloping her friend in a hug as she began to cry again.