Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Harry Potter.

He came up to me while I was walking down the corridor to dinner a couple of days later, late seeing as how I had stayed behind to talk to Professor McGonagall about an assignment. He came up to me as suave and as debonair as he had on the train, a soft smirk on his face, his robe tossed across his shoulder and the sleeves of his shirt rolled neatly up to his elbows, showing off muscular forearms.

"Miss Caldwell," he said, bowing his head slightly.

"Mr. Malfoy," I said, giving him a small smile.

"I must say it is a pleasure to be in your presence again after what has seemed to me to be a long time," he said.

"It was only like three days ago," I replied.

"Three days? Or an eternity?"

"Tell me, Mr. Malfoy, does that line work on all the girls or just the gullible ones?"

"I assure you, you are the first girl who has ever made me feel as if a day lasts a year when I am not in your beautiful presence." He reached over and gently tucked a strand of my hair back behind my ear. I could feel the heat rise in my cheeks. Okay, yeah, I know I'm not supposed to get involved, but I'm still a seventeen-year-old girl. "Now you tell me, the name Caldwell . . . I don't believe I've heard of that family before. I don't believe I've heard of a British Pureblood family by the name of Caldwell before? You are, Irish, maybe?"

Moment of truth . . . and I was alone with him. I laughed a small innocent giggle. "No, actually. I'm British. My parents are . . . what's the word? Oh, right . . . Muggles."

I realized, quickly, that he had stopped walking. I turned back around to see him standing, shocked, staring at me as if I couldn't possibly be standing there. "Is something wrong?" I asked, still feigning innocence.

"You –You're a Muggleborn!" he said.

"If that's what they call me, then I suppose so," I replied.

The shocked look on his face turned to one of complete anger and disgust. He advanced slowly towards me. "You lied to me, you wench," he said.

"Lied to you about what? I never said I wasn't a Muggleborn. I didn't even know it mattered."

"Didn't matter? Your . . . kind is the lowest of the low, the foulest of the foul, the ugliest of every single troll in Great Britain!"

"That wasn't what you are saying when you called my presence beautiful and couldn't be without my presence to long."

Would you believe he raised his hand to me, about to backhand me? "Why you insolent, little –"

"Hey!"

I glanced over my shoulder to see Remus coming towards us. Wow, what wonderful timing. My heart pounded heavy in my chest, making my breath come out in quick little gasps. I looked back to Malfoy, who's hand dropped slowly down to his side, though his glare never left my face. I felt a hand on the small of my back and Remus was beside me, a small tense smile on his face. "Is there a problem here?" Remus said, calmly, regarding Malfoy coolly.

That aggravating sneer returned to Malfoy's face. "What do you expect to do if there is, Lupin?"

"I am Head Boy, you know," Remus said, that same small smile on his face. "I could either give you a months' worth of detentions at this moment –"

Malfoy scoffed. "I'm so scared."

"—Or we could settle this in a duel. I've seen you duel before and needless to say, I was extremely disappointed. I expected better from someone who boast so much –"

"Just who do you think –"

"—Or, you could just walk away now and we make no mention of this, seeing as how you fell for a Muggleborn which I'm sure would just slaughter your glorious reputation. Which would you prefer?"

Malfoy was fuming, it was easy to see. His pale cheeks were slightly flushed and his eyes flashed dangerously. He pushed past Remus, heading towards the Great Hall. "This isn't over, Mudblood."

Once he had walked away, I turned to Remus who was looking angry now. "What's a Mudblood?" I asked.

He shook his head, nudging me gently to make me walk. "It's a foul racist term Purebloods like him often use when they can't think of anything better to say. Don't pay him any mind though. He's a git and that's all he'll ever be. No one but the Slytherins think any differently about Muggleborns. We're all here because we all can do magic. That's all that should matter."

I thought it over, smiling slightly. We walked to the Great Hall in silence for a moment before I said, "Well, thank you, Remus, for the rescue. But, is it alright if I ask why you were out here in the first place and not at dinner?"

Remus's cheeks went slightly pink and he said, "Is it alright if I said I just came to look for you?"

I grinned. "It's alright. Why'd you come to look for me?"

The heat in his face continued to grow steadily as he looked away from me. "Well, I wanted to make sure you didn't get lost you know. I mean, Lily had been showing you to your classes and everything. . . . I just . . . I remember what it was like to be a new kid and how hard it was to learn the different corridors, so I just thought I'd come help."

He looked incredibly embarrassed for some reason. I gently laid my hand on his shoulder. "That was really sweet of you, Remus."

He looked from my hand to my face, smiling brightly. "You're not just saying that, are you?"

"Of course I'm not. I really mean it." We arrived at Great Hall and Remus opened the door for me. It was only then did I realize that his hand still lay protectively on the small of my back, but I didn't say anything because I didn't want to make him even more embarrassed.

Lily was right though. Remus was too bad at all.

Remus POV

"You and Reggie seemed very cozy today when you came in for dinner," James said, motioning across the common room at the girl in question. I looked over at her, watching as she laughed at something Lily had said. I liked the way her nose scrunched up just before she smiled. It was cute.

"Oy! Snap out of it, Moony," Sirius laughed, slapping my arm.

I turned back around, excited. "I think I'm going to ask her to Hogsmeade two weeks from now. And then, I think I'm going to tell her what I am."

Sirius, James, and Peter all looked shocked. "Whoa, Moony, this is a change, you acting so bold, I mean," James said, chuckling slightly. "Why don't you just stick to Hogsmeade for a while before you tell her your secret?"

"Because I think she'll be okay with it. She says she's always been fascinated by werewolves. She thinks they're magnificent."

"Let's calm down a bit, Moony okay?" Sirius said, looking worried. "Wait a couple of months or so before you tell her. Ask her to Hogsmeade a couple of times before you drop a bombshell like that on her. I mean, it's not often that someone finds out the person they're dating is a – well hello Evans."

All of us looked up to see Lily standing just next to James's chair, a pained expression on her face. "Black," she said as a greeting. "Look, Potter, I was wondering if . . . maybe you'd like to . . . go – go to Hogsmeade with me when we go."

James looked hilariously shocked. "What's the catch?" he asked, skeptically.

"No catch," she said. "Just you and me and Hogsmeade. No Madam Puddifoot's."

"Um, okay, Evans." He watched her as she walked away, a crooked grin on his face. He turned back to us, shrugging as if it were no big deal, looking back down at his Transfigurations homework.

I looked over to the two girls. Lily had a slight smile on her face and Reggie was grinning full out. She caught my eye and I waved at her slightly. She looked at Lily before waving back, smiling sweetly at me.

Slowly I turned back to my friends, my own weird grin on my face. This year was going to be quite fun.

A/N: So this is turning out quite better than I thought it ever would and it's still going. Hope you're enjoying it. Bye.