Disclaimer- I own nothing at all. I am not J.k Rowling though I wish I
was her so I could have the credit for coming up with all of these
wonderful characters, plots, and action sequences that she has so
wonderfully placed togeather. This song used in this fic is called "We
Can't Be Just Friends" by Rushlow. I do not own any except for the plot.
Remus looked across the library table at her. She was chewing on the end of her quill a little, as snakk tendrils of hair fell from the sloppy ponytail her shoulder length hair was put up in. He smiled as he saw how it framed her face so angelicly.
-This might come as quite a shock. But I've given it a lot of thought. This thing that's come between us can't be ignored. I've taken all I can. This is where it's gotta end. I can't bee your friend anymore.-
Her lips in a sort of a stubborn pout as her concentrated gaze never broken from her paper, so he kept his own gaze upon her. Her eyes were narrowed just a little as she read the text of the book infront of her.
-And it's killing me to know you. Without having a chance to hold you. All I want to do is show you how I really feel inside. You can run at me. You can laugh at me. Or you could walk right out that door. I can't be your friend anymore.-
Her eyes were no longer the lighted emerald green, or atleast, they haven't been for the past few weeks. Her hair was no longer the firey red it had been also. There were major exams coming up and she had been cramming it all in at once.
-I can't be accused. Of not being there for you. How many night have you shown up at my door. I hope you understand. This wasn't in my plans. But I can't be your friend anymore.-
There was one thing that hadn't changed about her, and no matter how much anyone tried to, her scent would dtay the same forever. His nonextended senses picked up on things like the perfume she used, a mixture of vanilla and strawberries that was deadly to him. Then there were the senses that he had picked up through his way of being a werewolf. Her scent on honesty, innocence, sensitivity, mixed with a little of that red head temper, stubborness, and a little of, could it be, pain? That scent was forgien coming from her. What possibly could she be in pain about?
-And it's killing me to know you. Without having a chance to hold you. All I want to do is show you howI really feel inside. You can run at me. You can laugh at me. Or could walk righ out that door. But I can't be your friend anymore.-
He watched her closely and visions of her and James togeather flashed in and out of his mind. Visions of them snogging in the common room, not caring who saw. He would sit in a chair, doing an essay, or working on an assignment and he'd look around the room and they'd catch his eye. That would send him into wishing it were him holding her close and kissing her the way James was.
-Baby now it's up to you. Do I win or do I lose. Does my heart fly or lie broken on the floor. Take me as I am. I wanna be your man. But I can't be your friend anymore.-
But he realized the truth. He could never have Lily the way he wanted her. He could never love her the way he wanted to show her. She was forever James' and Remus would just have to live with that no matter how much it hurt him. She would never look at him as more than a friend, and for that, he would always be haunted by her image........
-And it's killing me to know you. Without having a chance to hold you. All I want to do is show you how I really feel inside. You can run at me. You can laugh at me. Or you could walk right out that door. But I can't be your friend anymore. We can't be just friends anymore.-
Remus looked across the library table at her. She was chewing on the end of her quill a little, as snakk tendrils of hair fell from the sloppy ponytail her shoulder length hair was put up in. He smiled as he saw how it framed her face so angelicly.
-This might come as quite a shock. But I've given it a lot of thought. This thing that's come between us can't be ignored. I've taken all I can. This is where it's gotta end. I can't bee your friend anymore.-
Her lips in a sort of a stubborn pout as her concentrated gaze never broken from her paper, so he kept his own gaze upon her. Her eyes were narrowed just a little as she read the text of the book infront of her.
-And it's killing me to know you. Without having a chance to hold you. All I want to do is show you how I really feel inside. You can run at me. You can laugh at me. Or you could walk right out that door. I can't be your friend anymore.-
Her eyes were no longer the lighted emerald green, or atleast, they haven't been for the past few weeks. Her hair was no longer the firey red it had been also. There were major exams coming up and she had been cramming it all in at once.
-I can't be accused. Of not being there for you. How many night have you shown up at my door. I hope you understand. This wasn't in my plans. But I can't be your friend anymore.-
There was one thing that hadn't changed about her, and no matter how much anyone tried to, her scent would dtay the same forever. His nonextended senses picked up on things like the perfume she used, a mixture of vanilla and strawberries that was deadly to him. Then there were the senses that he had picked up through his way of being a werewolf. Her scent on honesty, innocence, sensitivity, mixed with a little of that red head temper, stubborness, and a little of, could it be, pain? That scent was forgien coming from her. What possibly could she be in pain about?
-And it's killing me to know you. Without having a chance to hold you. All I want to do is show you howI really feel inside. You can run at me. You can laugh at me. Or could walk righ out that door. But I can't be your friend anymore.-
He watched her closely and visions of her and James togeather flashed in and out of his mind. Visions of them snogging in the common room, not caring who saw. He would sit in a chair, doing an essay, or working on an assignment and he'd look around the room and they'd catch his eye. That would send him into wishing it were him holding her close and kissing her the way James was.
-Baby now it's up to you. Do I win or do I lose. Does my heart fly or lie broken on the floor. Take me as I am. I wanna be your man. But I can't be your friend anymore.-
But he realized the truth. He could never have Lily the way he wanted her. He could never love her the way he wanted to show her. She was forever James' and Remus would just have to live with that no matter how much it hurt him. She would never look at him as more than a friend, and for that, he would always be haunted by her image........
-And it's killing me to know you. Without having a chance to hold you. All I want to do is show you how I really feel inside. You can run at me. You can laugh at me. Or you could walk right out that door. But I can't be your friend anymore. We can't be just friends anymore.-