Hello, welcome to my first fic :) This is a Sirius/OC story, however it starts out a Remus/OC story. I know, original.

There will be smut in later chapters, don't you worry, but it does take a while to take off. If there are any mistakes with grammar and spelling, I apologize now. I currently don't have a BETA.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but Ren Gallagher, her family and the plot. Everything else belongs to J.K. Rowling.

Perfectly Content

Chapter 1

Ren sat on the window seat of her bedroom that overlooked Diagon Ally. She raised the arm that was dangling out of the open window and took a final drag from her cigarette before stubbing it out in the tacky mug her sister, Vanessa, gave her last Christmas.

It had been her ashtray for the last four months. To be quite honest, Ren thought a bit of ash and some cigarette buds were an improvement to the hot pink mug with black platform heels, and the text 'Take a walk on the wild side' etched on the side.

She was depressing herself with thoughts about Sweden again. Whenever she got five minutes to herself her thoughts would always turn to her old home. She missed it. After her father had been transferred to the Swedish Ministry when she was eight years old, she had spent the last nine years of her life living in an old farm house in the Swedish country side.

She didn't really miss her old school. You had to be tough at Durmstrang. If you weren't tough going in, you were tough coming out.

She didn't miss the people either. All the girls were ditzy airheads who managed to get under Ren's skin within a five minute conversation, and all the boys were cocky, aggressive and seemed to take pride in the number of girls they could get into bed.

It was safe to say, Ren didn't acquaint herself with them if she could help it.

What Renee Danielle Gallagher missed about Sweden, was Sweden itself. She had lived in a beautiful, red brick farmhouse with her family. They had been surrounded by nature. Ren had been able to sit under the huge, twisted willow tree at the end of their garden and draw the wildlife that surrounded her, or play her guitar to her heart's content.

But now that they lived in a large three story building, wedged between Gambol and Japes and Potage's Cauldron Shop, she could only play in the seclusion of her room, and even then her mother, Violet, would often complain about the noise.

However Ren could no longer sit brooding because a shrill voice coming from downstairs suddenly disturbed her from her thoughts.

"Ren?" The voice called. Ren gave an audible sigh. "You've been getting a hair bobble for the last forty five minutes now!"

When Ren didn't respond, it called again. "Ren, come downstairs right now before I come and get you myself!" It yelled.

"Shit," Ren murmured. She stood and stretched. As she did so, she caught sight herself in her bedroom mirror. She smiled slightly. Though Ren was by no means vain, she did like the way she looked.

She had long, brown hair which cascaded over her shoulders and down her back in loose curls. She was very tall, like her father, but she wasn't gawky and lanky. Quite the opposite in fact. She was slender and willowy like her mother.

She had a heart shaped face, a slightly button nose, and full, concave lips. But her eyes were her favourite feature. She had her father's eyes. Eyes the colour of dark chocolate with flecks of hazelnut.

After grabbing her wand and casting a quick Scourgify charm on her clothes to mask the smell of smoke, she opened the attic door and descended the small staircase that lead to her families living quarters. She travelled down the long hallways and down the stairs that lead the large, gleaming kitchen of The Dozing Dragon.

Upon entering the kitchen, Ren found her mother, Violet Gallagher, leaning against the large food prep island that stood in the centre of the kitchen.

Ren was an almost identical copy of her mother, with a few minor differences. These included the hair (though they both had long, curly hair, Ren's was darker), the eyes (Violets were a lovely, clear blue) and the fact that Ren stood at least a head taller then her Violet.

Violet was now watching Ren and she had a quizzical look in her eye.

"Yes?" Ren asked. She knew she would have to tread carefully because when her mum had that look in her eye, you never know whether you're about to dive head first into a bloodbath, or get away scot free.

"Oh nothing-" Violet began, "I was just wondering why you disappeared forty five minutes ago to fetch a hair bobble from your dresser and only return when I threaten to bring you down myself."

'Shit' Ren thought. 'Okay you can get out of this.'

"Ah yes, it's a funny story actually." Ren said, adjusting her position as if preparing to recite a tale of old. "You see when I got upstairs there wasn't a bobble in sight, so naturally I started looking for one…"

She paused and glanced at Violet to see if she was buying any of this. It would be a miracle if she did. Ren wasn't even buying this. Her mother merely stood there with her arms folded. She gave Ren a nod, indicating for her to proceed.

"…Right, and ten minutes later I still couldn't find one-"

"- So you looked for ten minutes? What did you do for the remaining thirty five minutes you were up there?" Violet asked, cutting Ren off mid-sentence.

"Yeah give me a minute, I'm getting there!" Ren said before leaping into story once more. "As I was walking down the hall to come back downstairs-" She paused. "- I heard Bernie whining when I walked past the living room, so I went in to see if he was alright."

"And?"

"Turns out, he... got his head stuck under the sofa." Ren said quickly.

Bernie was the families pet Crup. He was white with ginger markings on his body and face. He looked identical to a Jack Russell Terrier seeing as he had had his fork tail removed as a puppy so he didn't raise suspicion in the presence of muggles.

Ren knew if it was any other animal, Violet wouldn't have believed this ludicrous story, but Bernie was extremely dim and clumsy so there was the tiniest chance that she would.

"Under the sofa? How did he manage that Ren?" Violet asked slowly.

"He… chased his tennis ball under there." Violet raised an eyebrow. "So I had to lift the sofa to get him out, but then he did it again because his ball was still under there. So I had to get him out, and then move the sofa forward so I could get his ball." Ren concluded.

"Uh-huh, and this took you thirty five minutes?"

"In my defence, that sofa is heavy!" Ren argued.

It would be a miracle if Violet believed this. Ren had once managed to convince her younger brother Ollie that if he ate more then one slice of chocolate cake, a green gremlin would appear out of no where and start pelting you with cake for being a greedy guts… then again, he was six at the time.

"Ren?" Violets voice brought Ren swiftly out of her memories and right back into the situation at hand. "You do know that Ollie took Bernie for a walk through the ally fifteen minutes ago right?"

'Bollocks' Ren thought.

"No… No, I didn't know that." She was in for it now, she could feel it! But to Ren's surprise, Violet just laughed. Laughed!

"You do make me laugh Ren." She tossed Ren a black apron she had been holding which Ren caught easily. "Come on, we've already wasted enough time." She rose from the counter she had been leaning against and headed for the door which lead to the pub. "Oh and Ren-" She began, turning to face her daughter. "-There's a bobble around your wrist." And with that, she turned and walked through the swing door, into the loud and busy pub.

Ren stood there, staring at the door her mother had just disappeared through. In all honesty, she was surprised she had gotten away with that ridiculous lie.

'Oh well.' Ren shrugged it off and started to tie the black apron around her waist.

She had been helping out at her parent's pub, The Dozing Dragon, since they returned from Sweden. Her family had lived in England until she was eight years old. Before they had moved to Sweden, her parents had owned the pub along with the Abbott family.

Her father had also worked at the Ministry part time in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures in order to earn some money on the side. Emmet was later transferred to the Sweden in order to work at a dragon reserve, meaning that the Gallagher's had moved to Sweden, leaving the Abbott's in complete control of her parents beloved pub.

Nine years later however, Violet and Emmet had received a letter from the Abbott's offering them sole ownership of the pub. It all happened so quickly from there. With complete control of the pub all profit would go to them, meaning Emmett would be able to quit his job at the reserve and still be able to provide for his family.

So by the time the school year was over, the family had packed all their belongings and flooing to England.

Tying her hair back as she walked, Ren followed her mum through the swing door to the chaotic and riotous pub that was The Dozing Dragon.

Upon stepping behind the bar, Ren was greeted by the site of witches and wizards of all ages enjoying the atmosphere the pub provided.

There were families with young children crowding around large tables, enjoying lunch. Groups of teenage girls sitting with their heads together, exchanging gossip while they take a brake from their shopping trips. The odd cluster of old men who sat nursing their firewhiskeys while reminiscing their youth. This was just naming a few.

Occasionally you would get the odd hag or goblin. Ren would always jump at the opportunity to serve the more unusual customers, which was useful because her sister, Vanessa, wouldn't go near them.

But now as Ren surveyed the scene in front of herm she realised she really wasn't in the mood to put on a fake smile and be polite to complete strangers.

"Hey, Ren!" Ren looked up to see her father, Emmett, standing further down the bar holding the stock room key. When he knew he had her attention, he gave her a quick smile before speaking again. "I need to run down to the stock room and get some more Butterbeers. Can you watch the bar for me?"

"Sure, but shouldn't Nessa be here to do it?" Ren asked with a furrowed brow. Her father let out a small sigh.

"She should but she's disappeared again." With that, he turned and went through a small door that lead down to the cellar store room. 'Of course Ness would take it upon herself to disappear' Ren thought.

Her fifteen year old sister, Vanessa, was going through the typical hormonal teenage stage. She would complain if you asked her to do something and any spare time would be spent admiring herself in the mirror, brushing her blonde, shoulder length hair or applying another layer of make-up in the hopes of covering the light dusting of freckles that adorned her thin face.

She would also coat the fair eyelashes in black mascara, attempting to make her clear, blue eyes, identical to her mothers, stand out more.

It was a shame really in Ren's opinion. She was such a natural beauty, but that pack of prissy girls Vanessa hung out with at Durmstrang thought differently.

However, Ren's thoughts were dismissed by the arrival of a boy. The boy in question had sandy hair that fell halfway down his face, and looked to be about Ren's age. His Velvet Underground top was slightly tatty which gave him a slightly rough look.

When he looked up from the book he had placed on the counter Ren could make out some small scars here and there on his face which only boosted Ren's curiosity, as did the faint shadows under his light brown eyes.

Altogether he looked rather dishevelled, but there was still an attractive air to him. Ren decided it couldn't hurt to go and say hello and headed over.

"Hiya." She said casually, causing him to look at the girl standing directly opposite him, with only an old wooden surface separating them.

"Oh, hello." He said with a small smile.

"Can I get you something to drink?" She asked, returning the smile.

"Uh, sure… what do you have?"

"First time here, huh?" Ren queried. He nodded with another small smile. "Well we have all the regular wizarding stuff, but I think we're running low on Butterbeers, but we also have some muggle stuff. Tell me, have you ever tried Coca-Cola?"

"I can't say I have." The sandy haired boy answered.

"Oh well then, you're in for a treat!" And with that, she turned and bent to collect a bottle of Coca-Cola from a small fridge. She turned back to the boy and removed her wand from the pocket in her apron, and with a small flick the bottle cap popped off.

"That'll be two sickles." She said, placing the glass bottle on the bar. He handed over the silver coins and as Ren placed them in the till, he took a tentative swig.

His eyes widened slightly.

"I must say, those muggles sure do know their stuff at times." He said, looking at Ren. They both laughed before Ren stuck out her hand.

"Ren Gallagher." He took it.

"Remus Lupin." He said, still smiling. As Ren opened her mouth to say 'It's nice to meet you', she heard the unmistakable introduction of 'All Day and All of the Night' by the muggle band, The Kinks, started beating out of the old radio behind the bar.

Ren instantly ran the length of the bar and turned the volume dial up, before moving back over to Remus. He smiled and leaned over the bar to say (rather loudly over the music), "I see you have good taste in music!" Ren just laughed and started to dance to the beat of the music.

When the music finally started to die down, she turned to face Remus again who looked as if Christmas had came early.

"See, this is why I love Muggle Melody! You get all the boring news of the wizarding world, coupled with classic muggle music!" Ren said. "None of that Celestina Warbeck shit."

Muggle Melody had been her favourite radio station for as long as she could remember. She had even tried to get Vanessa into it, but she preferred the likes of Stubby Boardman and The Weird Sisters.

Fortunately, Ollie seemed to be picking up on her music taste, much to both Ren's and Emmett's relief.

Remus was now grinning like a Cheshire cat.

"The world would be a better place if there were more girls like you about." He said with a twinkle in his caramel eyes.

"Oh I agree completely," Ren remarked with a quick wink. "But something tells me the girls over there wouldn't be too chuffed about that." She said, motioning over to a group of girls who, when Ren had turned up the volume, had been looking at Ren as if she was an alien. They had now resumed their obnoxious giggling.

"What do they know?" Remus asked, taking another swig of coke.

"By the looks of them, not all that much." Ren said, noting the fact that they all had bleach blonde hair, orange skin, and more makeup on then Ren had ever worn in her life.

This earned a light chuckle from Remus. "So, what are you reading then?" Ren asked, looking down at the open book that lay forgotten on the bar.

"Oh-" Remus said. He closed the book and turned it over so that Ren could see the cover. "-Murder on the Orient Express by Agatha Christie." He said with a nervous chuckle. "It's just this muggle book I found in a book shop in London. It's nothing really." He said awkwardly before attempting to put it back in the old rucksack that lay at his feet.

"No, no, let me look!" Ren argued. She made a swift grab for the book and, having played Chaser on her schools Quidditch team since the third year, managed to snatch it with ease.

She scanned the front cover before turning it over to read the blurb. Remus watched her with bated breath. "Sounds quite good." She simply said, handing the book back to Remus.

"You think so?" He asked tentatively.

"Oh yeah." she said with a reassuring smile. "And I'm quite partial to a good mystery book." She told him

"I'll lend it to you when I'm done if you want."

"I'd like that, thanks." Ren said, taking a quick glance down the bar as she did so. "Oh bollocks, right I'm just going to serve that old bat down there, she's starting to look slightly testy. Back in a minute."

And with that, she disappeared down the bar.

Remus watched her go, not bothering to hide his lopsided smile. 'This is easy.' He thought to himself.

Normally when it came to talking to girls, he would get slightly awkward for no apparent reason, so he would leave the womanizing to Sirius or James.

Peter? Him not so much.

But Ren was almost too good to be true. She was nice, funny, had good taste in music, liked reading, and was pretty. Scratch that. She was stunning. By far one of the prettiest girls he had ever laid eyes on.

There had to be something wrong with her! No one could be that perfect. Maybe she wasn't very bright? No, she didn't strike him as the type. Plus he could tell by the way she spoke that her level of intellect was rather impressive.

Maybe she had six toes on one foot and four on the other? 'Oh come on Remus, be realistic!' he thought, mentally slapping himself…

'Maybe I could get a glimpse at her feet if she's wearing sandals? Shit, here she comes.'

Remus sat up a little straighter when Ren appeared again. He glanced down at her feet as she approached. 'Damn! No sandals.'

"God, I thought that woman would never stop talking!" Ren explained with a sigh. "She kept going on about how Madame Primpernelle's Beautifying Potions were working wonders for her. It took all my willpower not to point out that she still had a huge wart on the end of her nose!"

Remus laughed.

"I almost hexed her when she said I could do with some!" Ren said with a petulant look on her face.

"I don't think you need any, you have lovely… skin." Remus said, taking a last gulp of coke, trying to hide his blush.

"Thanks…" Ren said, smiling at him at she did so. Remus straightened again.

"So how did you end up working here?" He asked

"Oh, well my parents own the place. Yeah, we used to have shared ownership with another family, but we ended up moving to Sweden. But a couple of weeks ago we were offered sole ownership, so here we are." Ren concluded with a small smile.

"Sweden? Wow, what's it like there?" Remus questioned.

"Cold." Ren said, causing Remus to chuckle slightly. "No it's pretty awesome. My dad used to work at this reserve for Swedish Shortsnouts. He would take me, my sister and brother to see the tamer dragons sometimes. I even got to sit on one." Ren told him.

"Seriously?" Remus asked. She just nodded in reply. Remus couldn't help but admit he was impressed. Most of the girls at Hogwarts would have run for cover at the mere sight of a dragon. "What school did you go to?"

"Durmstrang-" She answered, with slight bitterness in her voice. "- but I'm spending my final year at Hogwarts."

Remus nearly choked on his own spit.

"So you're spending the next year at Hogwarts?" He asked. Ren nodded. "So am I." He said while grinning. He couldn't help himself. Not only was she hot, funny and interesting, she was his age!

Who cared if she had seven toes!

She was grinning back at him now, which made Remus' stomach do a quick jump.

"Really? Thank God! I thought I would have to endure being a loner." Remus laughed. As he did the swing door behind Ren burst open, and a blur of white and ginger bounded through and headed straight for Ren, who welcomed this with open arms.

"Hiya Bernie!" She exclaimed, picking the blur up and bringing it to Remus' eye level. In her arms, Ren held what looked like a Jack Russell terrier with a docked tail, and a very dopey expression. "Remus, this is Bernie, our Crup."

"A Crup? I've never met one before." Remus said, reaching over the bar and ruffling Bernie's ears. This earned a good couple of licks from said animal.

"How many times do I have to tell you Ren? No animals or little brothers behind the bar!" Said a voice coming from the right of the two teenagers.

A man had just emerged from a small, dark green door, carrying three large crates, stacked one on top of the other and topped off with an old magazine.

He had dirty blonde hair and stood well over six feet tall. He was wearing dark muggle jeans with a crisp white shirt, and had a black apron tied around his waist just like Ren.

"In all fairness Dad, I didn't call Bernie. He just came running at me as he always does." Ren said, taking the Crup back to the room beyond the swing door, before returning and helping unload the Butterbeers that her father had brought up.

"Alright, alright, I believe you."

"Anyway, you were down there for a while. I was beginning to think you were doing a Nessa and hiding in order to avoid doing any work." Ren said, nudging him in the side. The man laughed.

"I wish. No, I found this old Wasp's magazine lodged between the crates. I was just having a little look." He said, picking up the magazine which Remus now saw was adorned in black and yellow stripes with the flashing headline; 'WIMBOURNE WASP'S: CAN NO ONE STOP THEM?'

"Ohhhhh! Pass it here!" Ren said excitedly. The tall man tossed it to her and she was buried behind it in seconds.

"I take it you're a Quidditch fan then?" Remus asked.

"Understatement of the century." The man said with a smile. "Emmett Gallagher, Ren's dad." He said, sticking out his hand. Remus took it.

"Remus Lupin, it's nice to meet you." Emmett smiled again.

"Right back at you. So how long have you two known each other?" He asked, glancing back at Ren who still had her nose buried in the magazine.

"Not long really, Ren introduced me to the muggle wonder that is Coca-Cola and it only went upwards from there." Remus replied.

Emmett laughed. As he did, a small boy with brown hair that had an interesting red tint to it came through the swing door and sauntered up to Emmett. The boy had a shifty look on his face.

Remus noticed that the boy's dark eyes, that were identical to Ren's, were avoiding making contact with anyone and his cheeks, which were covered in freckles, were slightly flushed.

"Remus, this is my youngest Ollie. Ollie this is Remus." Emmett said. The small boy gave Remus a small wave and a quick "Hello" before turning back to his Dad.

"Erm Dad, you know that lamp on the landing? You didn't really like that did you?" Ollie asked. Emmett raised an eyebrow.

"I didn't, but your Mum did." The boy paled.

"Uh-oh." He said. Emmett sighed.

"Really Ollie? How did you break this one?"

"It wasn't my fault this time! Bernie ran into it and- Hey! That's mine!" Ollie was now pointing at the magazine in Ren's hands.

"Dad found this in the storeroom. How did it get down there Ollie? Seeing as you're not allowed down there." Ren asked with a smirk. As Ollie was about to retort, Emmett saw fit to interrupt before the argument escalated.

"It doesn't matter!" Emmett sighed. "Ren give Ol his magazine. Ol, you know Mum doesn't want you down there. Now come on, let's go and fix that lamp. Ren, can you finish up here?"

Ren nodded and threw the magazine to her brother, before returning to placing the bottles on the shelve behind her. "Great. Remus, it's been nice meeting you." Emmett said, and then disappeared through the swing door with Ollie hot on his heels

"That's the third thing he's broken this week. First it was a plate, then a vase, and now that hideous lamp. I think we're better off without it in all honesty." Ren said as she put the final bottle of Butterbeer on the shelf, and turning to face Remus.

She picked up some stray glasses and placed them in a cleaning tray.

"It's only Wednesday." Remus said, his brows knitting together slightly. But before Ren could respond, a girl with light blonde hair that fell just beyond her shoulders, entered behind the bar.

Remus thought she would have been quite pretty if not for the fact that she was caked in make-up, and was wearing a facial expression that made her look like she had just stepped in something nasty.

She flounced over to Ren and let out an exaggerated sigh. When Ren simply continued to wipe the bar top with an old, checked towel, the blonde let out another sigh. And again. And again.

"Something wrong Vanessa? I ask because you seem to be having some trouble breathing quietly." Ren asked with a stony expression.

The girl named Vanessa turned and gave Ren an exasperating look, which made Remus feel immense irritation towards her.

"Ugh, well if you really want to know, I was at Madame Malkin's-"

"-Oh, when you were meant to be here helping Mum and Dad?"

"Shut up," Vanessa rolled her eyes. "Anyway, so I was at Madame Malkin's and I saw these gorgeous coral robes with a sweetheart neckline, but they were fifty galleons, and I didn't have any money on me. So I came back, and even before I could ask Mum, she started yelling at me, saying 'we can't afford for you to just abandon the bar', or some complete rubbish like that. So I started yelling back saying 'I didn't abandon anything because I came back'."

She scoffed and looked at Ren as if expecting her to be appalled by her Mothers actions, but Ren merely stood there staring at Vanessa with a perfect poker face.

"So you're under the impression that our Mum, who needs all the help she can get with this pub, is being unreasonable because you disappeared without a word to anyone, when you agreed to help out?" Ren asked, her voice remaining casual. Vanessa stared at Ren.

"Yeah… don't you?" she asked, rather indignantly. Remus couldn't help but raise his eyebrows at this comment. Not that either of the sisters noticed. They were both locked in a fierce staring battle. Clear blue looking up into the darkest of brown.

"No… funnily enough, I don't." Ren said, never braking eye contact with the small blonde. "As a matter of fact, I think that someone who happily abandons their job to go dress shopping is the unreasonable one here." Ren said, taking a step towards Vanessa. "You're the one causing trouble here Ness, so pull your head out your arse, and start pulling your weight around here!"

Vanessa let out a noise that sounded like a cross between and a cat meowing, and strutted through the door.

Ren sighed and turned back to Remus who gave her a reassuring smile. "Sorry you had to witness that." She said, leaning on the bar.

"Don't be, truth be told it was rather entertaining." He told her.

"Well in all honesty I can't talk seeing as I fucked off upstairs for forty five minutes just to have a cigarette."

"At least you didn't actually leave the building." Remus said. Ren chuckled, but Remus couldn't help but notice that the smile didn't quite reach her eyes.

"Vanessa's just going through the typical teenage stage," She gave a small flick of her hand, as if she was flicking a fly away. "She's quite hostile to everyone recently… me especially." She added quietly.

Remus detected a slight hint of distress in the way she trailed off. However, as if she could sense Remus' silent questioning, Ren straightened up and smiled. "So Remus, may I ask why you're spending this lovely, summer day cooped up in here with only a book for company? When you could be out there enjoying the sun?" Giving him a playful nudge.

"Well I arranged to meet my friends, James, Sirius and Peter, here-" he looked at the clock that hung above the till "-forty minutes ago." Ren's eyes widened slightly.

"Forty minutes ago? Wow, well it's a good thing you've had me to talk to then. The times flew by." Remus laughed.

"Yeah but they're always late. You get used to it."

"Well you might want to have another coke then if the chances of them turning up anytime soon are slim." Ren said, chuckling as she did so. She then retrieved another bottle of coke from the fridge and opened it. "Here," She handed it to him. "Have this one on me for making today more bearable."

He smiled. She really was brilliant. He looked into her eyes and couldn't help studying them. They were beautiful. So dark that he almost couldn't make out her pupils, and they were coated by her long eyelashes that seemed to flutter slightly whenever she blinked.

"So tell me about these friends of yours." She said after she had grabbed a bottle for herself. This took Remus by slight surprise.

"Oh, erm. Well there's Peter, who's kind of quiet but when you get to know him, he's lovely." Ren smiled and nodded for him to continue. "Then there's James. Messy hair, glasses, Quidditch fanatic." Ren laughed at this. "He's head over heels in love with this girl, Lily, but she isn't a huge fan of him to say the least."

"That's a shame." Ren said, taking a swig of coke.

"And finally there's Sirius." 'How do I describe Sirius?' Remus thought. He chose his words carefully. "Handsome… but he knows it. He and James are the school troublemakers, never one without the other. What else? Oh yeah, he's a bit of a womanizer."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, he probably had some girl pressed up against a wall as we speak."

"He sounds charming." Ren said playfully. Remus laughed again.

"They're not so bad once you get to know them. I'm not exactly doing them justice." However as the words left his mouth, Remus began to wonder if he wanted Ren to get to know his fellow Marauders.

He liked her, despite the fact he hadn't even know her for twenty four hours. He felt strangely protective over her. He wasn't worried about Peter. That boy didn't have a threatening bone in his body.

And James was the least of his worried seeing as he was so infatuated in his quest to win Lily's heart. 'You had to admire the guy's persistence.' Remus thought.

No, the one who worried Remus was Sirius.

Sirius would no doubt see Ren as, as Sirius would say, "A hot piece of ass", and would try to get into her knickers within a minute of meeting her.

Though this thought unsettled Remus, he doubted very much that Ren would fall for Sirius' tricks. Not that he doubted Sirius' wooing techniques in the slightest.

Last year Sirius had brought numerous amounts of girls back to their dormitory. How did Remus know this? Because Sirius never seemed to remember to cast a silencing charm over his bed.

So Remus, James and Peter would always have the 'pleasure' of listening to random girls moaning and panting Sirius' name as he ploughed into them with such a force that wooden bed would be banging up against the wall.

Now, while some (Peter for example) found this experience elating, Remus didn't. He would rather be the one making the girl cry out his name, and he didn't particularly enjoy listening to someone else do so. It made him feel like he's eavesdropping.

But from seeing Ren's fiery attitude, Remus had a feeling that Sirius' attempts to woo Ren would only provoke irritation from the beautiful brunette.

Remus couldn't help but smirk at the thought of this, as he took another swig of coke.

Yaaaaaay, first chapter! :D It's long right? 14 pages in Microsoft Word! All the chapters I have planned out are stupidly long, I apologize for that as well :S Anyways, thanks for reading, and please rate and review :)

Evie x