Authors Note: well i have a couple different versions of this story but uh this is the best one so far...hope you like it
Disclaimer: Not mine :( Maybe Rowling will sell Remus to me?
"Heya Prongs, asked anyone to the dance yet?" whispered a 15 year old Sirius Black. James frowned, "when I asked Lily, she said she was going with someone already, but no worries, James Potter will have no trouble finding a date."
"Okay, good good, I just wanted to tell you that I got dibs on Megan Rush," said Sirius.
"What! No fair Pads!" James wailed. "Well what if I had dibs on her first-" he began.
"Since When!" cried Sirius.
"I called dibs on her...in...uh...my head...YES so THERE HA" James shouted triumphantly.
"That doesn't count!"
"Yes it does"
"Well give me proof that you did say dibs in your head and I will let you ask her...first."
"Deal." Sirius sauntered off to go flirt with a couple of girls as backup "plans" just in case James figured out how to find proof. Never underestimate Prongs.
James merely sat down on a plush chair and tried to think of how in the world he was supposed to find proof that he had dibs first. Well technically, he had only thought about asking Megan right after Lily said no, but to him, that was as good as dibs. And so, people stared as they passed the sight of James Potter apparently contemplating...pondering...thinking.
Megan Rush was the most beautiful girl in fifth year at Hogwarts. She was a ravenclaw with beauty that matched her wit. Some sort of unspoken agreement came from the entire male population of the fifth years that she was the girl to have. With chocolate brown hair that glistened in the light, with a sort of windswept, slightly wavy style where you could see all the highlights in it, her hair framed her face perfectly. Her skin was perfect with no blemishes and it almost seemed to glow. Her eyes were a beautiful electric blue with hints of green in it. She was tall and, quoting Sirius, " has all the right curves in the right places." On top of all of that, she was athletic. She played keeper for the ravenclaw team in quidditch. She also never reallly cared about her appearance and was a bit of a tomboy. Yes, by general agreement of the fifth year males (and most of the fourth and third years), Megan Rush was perfect.
Every ball or event where a date was called for, Megan was swarmed by boys eager to have her hand. She decided that she wanted to go with a nice boy this time, not an arrogant one who had a huge ego like the usual kind she ended up with because they couldn't take a no. She was prepared this year for two of the Marauders of Gryffindor to ask her, Sirius Black had persued her ever since puberty began, and James Potter had been rejected by Lily Evans once again and would now be on the prowl. Megan knew her beauty of course, but sometimes she thought it was a real nuisance. Not one guy could talk to her without getting distracted, not even Slytherins. She sighed, it had to be coming any time now, one or the other, Black or Potter, was going to ask her soon. She hoped dearly that a nice guy would ask her before them, so she could tell them she was going with someone already, because it was the only way to get rid of the two boys.
Megan sighed, oh well, DADA homework...hmm, werewolves.
There yall go, chapter one, i'm not sure how long this one is going to be, prob only a few chapters. Don't worry Remus will show up, and most of you can probably guess where this story is going ;)
Now I need you to tell me, Remus = shy or suave? (for this story)
And uh what should I do with Peter?...sry pete fans hes not my fav
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