A/N Of course this is based on and was written whilst listening to Carrie Underwood's 'Before He Cheats' which is a great song and I recommend everyone to listen to it. So just another little one shot. It is a bit OOC on Remus' behalf but my thinking was that the werewolf was angry and was kind of clouding his brain. BTW it is written in their 7th year.

Also I must add that I am dedicating this story to my good friend Miss Livi. I would say read her stuff, but as she has only written one story for Titanic (I say only but it is a darn good fic!), I will say read her stuff if you like Titanic! And if you don't like Titanic…well…just smile at her if you ever meet her (which is VERY unlikely, the meeting not he smiling, but weirder things have happened!) :D

I will finish my long rant now and let you read my story. ENJOY:D

Before He Cheats

He's done it again. The bastard. It was hard enough seeing him sleep with every other girl he saw, but then he told me, Remus, he said, I've loved you with all my heart since the day I met you. And he promised to stop being such a bastard and to never sleep with another girl again. So much for that promise.

I walked in on them doing it in my bed (with a clear view of everything, may I add). Sirius looked up when he heard the door open and amber eyes met grey for a second before I rushed out of the room, slamming the door behind me. I really must learn how to knock, had been my first thought before the scene came rushing back to me.

That's when I decided what I had to do. I did the only thing any man or woman in my position would do. I got my revenge.

I left the castle quickly and entered the shrieking shack. I went over to the locked cupboard and got the key which he kept in the empty candle-stick holder and opened it. There it stood, his pride and joy. His jet black motorbike was shining and I could see my reflection in it. Sirius had gotten his motorbike in the summer holidays of his 6th year and had hidden it in the shrieking shack, knowing no-one but his four best friends would know about it. Therefore no-one would break it. Oh, how wrong he was. This was my revenge.

I didn't bother putting a silencing charm on the shack, knowing that only the four of us (and a few teachers) knew how to get to this place and none of them would come here so far away from a full moon. I already told James I was going to the library so nobody would miss me. Also, the noises would be great for more ghost stories about the shack that villagers make up.

I took out the muggle tools I had been hiding in my (magically shrunk) backpack. I could do it with magic, it would be so much easier, but it wouldn't be half as fun. First I got the cupboard key and dug it into the side of his gleaming vehicle. I sliced it through the paintwork until it left a deep, silver scar. Then, using a knife, I carved Moony into his leather seat. I picked up the baseball bat, feeling the smooth wood between my fingers, and wrapping my hands tightly around it, swung it back and, with all the force I could muster, hit the front of his motorbike, pretending it was his heart. The force of the collision shattered both headlights. I grinned. Finally I took the knife again and slashed a massive hole in both tyres. I was finished.

I stood back to admire my handiwork and cast a charm on the bike which meant that Sirius couldn't use a repairing spell on it. They say revenge is best served cold. They also say never trust an angry werewolf.

Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats.

A/N Just one word: REVIEW:D