A/N: Please read and review xxx
Disclaimer: I only own Rey and Sage (it's a start I suppose). The song "When I'm 64" is by the Beatles, and the quotations from Macbeth are by William Shakespeare.
Rey P.O.V:
The fact that I was going out to Hogsmeade with Remus Lupin seemed to interest a surprisingly large amount of people, especially Lily, which was REALLY frustrating.
Every time we were in the same room, (which is practically all of the time except using the bathroom) Lily would wink at me and raise one eyebrow suggestively (which is something I wish I could do!). At 8 this morning, the morning of the date, she practically dragged me out of bed and was now feverishly French-plaiting my hair.
"Put these on." she hands me a beautiful white and blue blouse and a pair of navy leggings, while tying my plaits off with ribbon magically. Dressing quickly, I grab her beautiful grey pea coat, I slip it on, completing my favourite date outfit. Lily applied my make-up by hand, so it looks perfect (I would like a zombie if I had done it). I am definitely ready to go. We agreed to meet in the common room at 8:30 and it's 8:29...8:30! Time to go!
I skip down the stairs and Remus is standing there watching the fire. He turns around when he sees me, and he's wearing the green jumper I told him I liked.
"So... ummmm... Rey, will you go to Hogsmeade with me?"
"As friends?"
"Well..."
"I would love to go on a date with you to Hogsmeade." I lean over and kiss him on the cheek, feeling a tingle run through my veins.
"By the way, I love your jumper." I call, as I start walking to Herbology.
Lily said he was standing there for a good ten minutes, open-mouthed. What can I say, I have that effect on guys.
"Shall we go then?" he says and we walk quietly down to the Entrance Hall.
Walking down to Hogsmeade, we stay in an awkward silence. "So the weather is pretty good for September, huh?"
I can't help it; I burst out laughing. He looks at me, confused and I try to explain, gasping for breath.
"We've known each other since we were 6, I've seen you naked (long story)... Merlin, you've seen me naked (longer story), we've slept in the same bed (practically War and Peace) and now we're on a date to Hogsmeade, walking a foot away form each other, and talking about... the ... the...weather!" I trail off, both of us laughing hard now.
I link arms with him and we walk down to Hogsmeade, discussing everything and anything under the sun.
"Where to now, dearest chuck?" he calls grandly, all awkwardness gone. We are now quoting Macbeth, a Muggle play that we both know and love.
"Why worthy thane, you do unbend your noble strength to think I would want to go anywhere but Honeydukes."
Giggling, I drag him into the warm, sweet-smelling shop. Remus buys bars and bars of Honeydukes finest chocolate, and I go up to the counter to pay for my two whole boxes of Sugar Quills (I'm addicted!). Fumbling in my bag for my purse, I hear the "chink" of money on the counter and look up to see Remus paying for my sweets "Remus James Lupin, I can pay for my own sweets!" I slam two precious Galleons down onto the counter, but it's too late. I thank the shop assistant and pull a protesting Remus out of the shop by the back of his jumper. I munch my way through a Sugar Quill and I am just mulling over how great Remus James Lupin really is, when he pulls the box out of my hand and replaces it in his bag. "You're going to get sick of these, you know." he says knowingly, pulling the drawstring on his bag closed. "Never!" I scream dramatically. "I will always eat these, even when I'm 64. Hey, I feel a song coming on!"
Remus groans, but joins me in singing at the top of his lungs. Suddenly, I trip and fall, landing in the grass; I tripped over his foot. He leans down to help me up, but I pull him down with me, so we're lying next to each other on the grass. I don't know what makes me say it, but I do, and the smile on his face assures me that I said the right thing. "When I'm 64, I hope I still know you." He leans in and kisses me.
First of all, he reminds me of Sirius. Ok, I know that's stupid, but they both gentle. He rubs my back in a circle, but my hands are in his hair, tangling it in my fingers. We break apart, and I'm dizzy from lack of oxygen and the kiss.
Merlin, that kiss.
I look into his brown eyes, sprinkled with beautiful gold flecks. The eyes that tell me it's ok, I'm here, the eyes that I trust. The same eyes that fill with tears when I'm hurt, and sparkle with mischief when we play a prank. The eyes that are the eye to my storm.
"Rey Jean Laker, will you do me the extraordinary honour of becoming my girlfriend?" he whispers, eyes alight with happiness. I lean up and kiss him softly, and when I break away, I see my joy reflected in his eyes.
Those eyes.
"Yes."