WARNING: SEXY DREAM SEQUENCE in this chapter. So… if sex makes you awkward, sorry… (not toographic, though)


Pajamas, Eggs, and Stray Dogs

(Marlene McKinnon)

My eyes flew open that morning at 6:30, before even Lily was awake. I tried to go back to sleep several times before I simply got up and started dressing.

I tiredly pulled on my uniform, grabbed my cloak and A Rogue Proposal (yes, that book. Don't judge me, I never got to finish it!) from Lily's bedside table. I padded downstairs to the common room, and situated myself on the left arm of the couch. It was weird, reading before classes, but I really just felt like escaping Hogwarts for a bit.

Half-way through a description of how Eduardo made the narrator's toes curl, James bounded into the common room.

"James? What are you doing up?" I asked. He seemed startled and a little annoyed I was there. He was wearing a t-shirt and athletic shorts, and looked to be sweating a bit. He sauntered over to me.

"Jelly? Why is it that I always run into you reading that book?" He said, smirking. He plopped down next to me on the couch and grabbed the book out of my hands.

"Gross, James, don't sit so close to me! You're going to drip sweat on me!" I said, jumping up. His chest was slightly wet from sweat so I could see his body. 'He was fitter than I thought' I noted idly. I couldn't see why Lily was so opposed to 'tapping that'…

"Shut it McKinnon. You know you love it." He said, laughing. At that moment, I heard a gruff cough.

"Prongs?" a familiar voice said from the stairs. We both whipped around to see Black standing in the doorway to the common room. He leaned on the left side of the doorframe, arms crossed. His face looked a little bit between a sneer and a scowl.

He wore plaid pajama pants, and Puddlemere United t-shirt without sleeves. With his hands almost up his armpits, his biceps flexed a little. His shoulders were broad, and his biceps were larger than I thought. His forearms looked like they belonged to a "Disney" Prince like in my mother's VHS tapes. Running my eyes over him, I drunk in every contour and muscle line that I could until I realized Black had seen me staring. I quickly looked at the floor, and then pretended to inspect my nails.

"Hey mate." James said cautiously, walking over to him and away from me. I just stood my ground and continued to stare at my nails.

Oh, hello nails? How are you? You look like you could use a good cleaning…

No! Stop thinking about raking through Black's un-naturally cute bed-head hair! You will not be doing that anywhere in the future, fingers!

"McKinnon." Black said in a gravely, morning voice.

"Black." I said curtly, glancing up and trying to banish all thoughts of him waking up next to me in bed, talking in that very same sexy voice. Why was everything about him so sexy this morning!

I bet Shannon heard that voice all the time. I squeezed my eyes shut and then opened them again, hoping that would help erase the image of Shannon.

"What are you doing up so early?" Shit, he really needed to stop talking like that…

"I can do whatever I please. And what I do is none of your business, actually." Plopping down on the couch I had previously inhabited. "Besides, what are you doing up early?"

"I just wanted to go for a run…" James said, grinning at me. I smiled flirtatiously back, making Sirius cough again.

I hate to admit it, but I really hoped he felt jealous. He and James shared a look, Sirius' face a dangerous scowl, James' almost apologetic.

With a quick head nod to James and another glance in my direction, he retreated up the steps to his bedroom.

James looked up the stairs, and then back at me. "Wow." he muttered, and then grinned. "You must be one special girl McKinnon." and ran up the stairs.

What did that mean?


"Ew, Prongs, get that nasty shit away from me!" I heard Black practically shriek later that morning. I had pretended not to see the little look James and he had shared this morning, but then at breakfast they were acting like nothing had happened. I wished he would show some form of jealousy, maybe, but it seemed that it hadn't mattered anymore.

"What Padfoot?" James asked, still holding up his fork full of eggs. "Don't you want some protein?"

"No. Frankly, I think eggs are fucking vile." He spat out, knocking James' hand away from him. James plopped the egg back on his plate before taking it again and stuffing it in his mouth. Black scrunched up his face and looked away.

I don't know why this moment got to me so much. Maybe it's because I, too, thought eggs were the most popularly eaten but truly vile thing on the planet… but at that moment, I really missed Sirius Black. And I had a craving to hear that sexy morning voice again.

Ever since Mary had told me about the whole… step-sibling thing, I'd tried to stay as far as I could from Black. Besides seeing him in classes, and the common room this morning, I'd tried my best to avoid him at all costs. Not only because I was embarrassed, hurt, and pissed at seeing him practically swallow McAllister's face, but also because I just felt incredibly awkward around him now because I knew something he didn't.

You know when you find out a secret that has to do with someone, and it's important to their life, but you have no right or position to tell them? And you just end up watching them in agony because you want to tell them so very much but you know you mustn't? Yeah. That's basically where I was.

Though I could understand Mary not wanting to tell him and not knowing how, it was excruciating being in the same room with him. Every time I saw him, I flip-flopped between wanting to punch him, wanting to kiss him, and wanting to spill everything to him. I wondered how he would react when he found out, if he'd be angry or if he'd cry or what he'd say… if he said anything. But I knew it wasn't my place to tell.


"I think I want to talk to Regulus." Mary told me, stuffing her gloved hands into her pockets. I insisted that she needed some time outside the dorm, so we'd taken a walk around the castle. The air was sharply cold and I was immediately regretting it.

"Oh. Alright." I said. "Why him and not Sirius?"

"I think…" she started, and then looked away. "I think I want to take babysteps. And telling Sirius would be like trying to jump across a lake."

"Ok." I said simply. When we'd reached the beginning of the Forbidden Forest, I swore I saw something black moving through the trees.

"Did you see that?" Mary asked. "Something in the trees?"

"Yeah…" I trailed off, craning my neck and staring into the darkened forest.

Suddenly, the black moving object took a flying leap out of the trees. Mary gasped, but it looked to be just a stray dog.

The dog had shaggy black fur and was padding rather happily towards us. Mary grabbed my arm and whispered, "Marlene I really don't like dogs!"

The dog stopped in front of me, and sat down. As he stared up at me, Mary started backing away. "Seriously Marlene, it could have rabies, or something!"

"Relax Mary." I said, kneeling down so I was at eye level with the mysterious dog. "It's probably just… just a stray that lives in the forest." I scratched behind its left ear, and its tongue flopped out lazily and his head cocked to the side.

"A stray dog? Living in a forest?" Mary asked incredulously. "Whatever, I'm going back. You can do whatever you want with that dog but I'd rather not get attacked today."

I scoffed, and I listened to Mary's feet pound on the cold ground as she walked away. The dog jumped up on me and started licking my face happily.

I spluttered and laughed. I gently pushed the dog off so he was laying next to me. I scratched his belly and he turned over and stared at me.

His eyes closed, almost as a human… it was quite strange.

I stood up and started to walk away but he followed me. I turned back and saw his shaggy face staring at me with a kind of pleading look.

"Come on dog. I've got to get back inside. It's freezing!" I said, and continued walking.

It kept following me.

"Stay." I said, and started to turn away, but then stared back into the dogs eyes.

The eyes of this stray dog were gray… a stormy gray kind of color that looked exactly like…

No. Now you're just being crazy. This stray dog does not have Sirius' eyes. Stop thinking about him.

And with that, I turned around and ran up to the castle, closing the doors tightly behind me.


It's Nothing Special Either

(Sirius Black)

Morphing successfully back into my human body, I shivered against the cold. I knew it was dangerous to morph in the middle of the day, not hidden by darkness. But I needed to see her.

I smiled at the afterthought of her scratching me behind the ears. Feeling her touch, her hair blowing around in the slight wind…

Since the "McAllister incident", as Prongs put it, McKinnon seemed farther away than she was before. She'd glanced at me a few times, but since that morning when I saw her with Prongs in the common room, she had only been staring at me when she was sure I wasn't looking. Or maybe I was imagining it. Everyone did say I had enough of an ego to think that.

Prongs had been telling me that at least it's better than her scowling whenever I walked into a room… but it bothers me even more, to be honest. At least the scowling was some kind of emotion, some kind of connection. Now all I got were swift head turns (which I assumed was her looking at me and then realize I was looking at her and then looked away…).

I missed her face. I missed our fights. I missed how her eyes would turn fiery and her fists would clench…


I looked up into the purpling sky, tossed my cigarette butt on the ground, and walked back into the castle.

When I entered the common room, I saw McKinnon curled up in the leather armchair furthest from the door.

She was staring down into a coffee mug, and she didn't look up when I entered. I noted she was wearing a large t-shirt, and athletic shorts. Her shorts were ridding up from sitting the way she was. Her lower thighs were showing… and they looked extremely soft…I shivered.

"Stop ogling my body Black. You've seen plenty of other girls, it's not like it's anything new to you." She said without glancing up, startling me. I quickly looked away.

"It's nothing special either." I said spitefully. I regretted it the moment it came out of my mouth, but said nothing else. How could she just sit there, with her knickers almost showing her shorts were ridding up so high, and then chide me about looking at them?

Her mouth morphed into a thin white line, and she stared harder into the mug. I absentmindedly wondered what she was drinking. Probably coffee, I knew she loved the stuff. I knew she didn't care that it kept her up the whole night, she would drink it just the same. I watched her tug the legs of her shorts down, covering that creamy thigh…

After a while of me standing there awkwardly, hands shoved into my pockets, desperately looking anywhere except the now-covered strip of skin. I exhaled deeply.

"Well? Are you going to stand there all night, having a pointless conversation with me?" She said. We both knew that wasn't her best, but neither of us seemed in top-form flirting mode today.

"At least you're talking to me." I muttered. Neither of us said anything for a while, and my legs were beginning to hurt. I eventually gave up, and with a sigh, retreated to my bedroom.


(Remus Lupin)

"It's near the full moon, isn't it?" Dorcas asked me.

I looked up from my book "Yeah. Two days." I mumbled, before turning back to reading.

We were sitting on the floor of the boy dormitories, studying for an upcoming test on the goblin revolutions of the 1700s.

Though the fact that she was literally inches from my bed was making it slightly hard to concentrate.

She looked a bit upset for a second, and then thoughtful. She seemed to be having some sort of internal battle with herself.

"Sorry. Do you not want to talk about it? I just…"

"It's ok." I interrupted. "Seriously, I'm just tired. When the full moon is close, I get really wired and sometimes it's hard to sleep, and I get a bit jittery too."

"What's it like?" She blurted out. "I mean, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to but –"

"Horrible." I said honestly. "It's horrible."

"I'm sorry. That must be terrible, having to deal with this every month." She said, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. Her hair was back in a plait, and her entire bare neck was exposed… and for some reason that's all I could look at.

"Are you feeling ok?" She asked, scooting closer to me. She touched my cheek delicately with the tips of her fingers. It took ever ounce of self-control not to shove her on my bed and shag the life out of her.

I meant to say "yes" but the sound that came out of my mouth was more like a "yerm"

We sat like that, staring at each other for a while before I couldn't take it anymore.

I swiftly flipped her on her back and kissed her hard. Her hands grabbed my hair and starting pulling a little too erotically for my own good…

Merlin, how was she doing that? Was her tongue magical or something?

Hell, I had a stiffy now. I didn't want to scare her off by getting too… er… excited, lets say.

Ok Remus think… um… potions essays, cold water, Severus Snape…

I felt her fingers slide up my shirt and lightly scrape against my stomach. Oh Merlin I wanted to rip her clothes of right then and there…

I brought my head down to her neck and started kissing her again, careful not to repeat previous accidents. She once again grabbed the back of my head and started raking her fingers through my hair, and somehow managed to flip so that she was straddling me. She was pressing against me rather close…

She kept tugging my shirt higher, until my entire stomach was exposed. She stopped kissing me and looked at it.

Her eyes raked over me, and then she laughed softly. She covered her mouth with her hand, but her eyes still crinkled a bit. Was she laughing at me?

"What?" I asked nervously.

"Nothing. I thought you didn't have abs, but you do… it's hot." she said, the last part muffled by her mouth meeting mine.

I moved to sucking the part of skin between her ear and her neck. I don't now why I did it, I just did. And I swear, she moaned.

I pulled back and smirked at her, getting back a "Shut up." and her mouth on mine again.

"Whoa!" I heard a voice yell from the door. Doe jumped off of me onto the floor. I jerked my head up and saw Marlene leaning against the doorframe, hands folded and smirking at us.

Her mouth was creased, and it looked like she would burst out laughing at any minute.

Next to me, Doe covered her face and mumbled a string of words that I didn't understand until I finally just asked, "Marlene, what are you doing here?"

"I was actually looking for James… but he's obviously not here, and you two look very busy, so I'll just come back later." She said, making eye contact with Doe and widening her eyes. She then turned on her heels and left.

"Make sure to use protection!" I heard her call from the common room.

I rolled my shirt back down over my body.

I pulled Doe's hands away from her face. We stared at each other for a moment, before she let out a laugh. It wasn't long before we were both cracking up.

"We should probably go, we have got Arithmancy soon." I said. We both got up and exited the dorm room.

We left through the portrait hole, and turned the corner. We were half way down the corridor when I heard Doe shriek "Peter!"

There, standing in the doorway of one of Sirius' "favorite closets" was Peter, kissing that fifth year Hufflepuff that he would not shut up about during break.

She was quite short, but then against so was Peter, and had rich brown curls. Her shirt was hastily buttoned and she was grinning, her cheeks red.

Peter simply looked at me and shrugged sheepishly.

"Hey Moony." he said, and I could tell he was holding in a laugh. He looked as though his face would rip in half if he smiled any bigger.

The four of us stood there for about two minutes, just staring at each other. Eventually, I felt Doe grab my hand and push past them down the corridor we were intending on going down.

Doe burst into laughter once we got to the staircase. I just stood there, shocked.

"Oh Merlin, that was the strangest thing!" she finally said, straightening up and grabbing my hand again.

"I'll never be able to get that image out of my head now…" I said, and scrunched up my nose. That was so strange… Peter, in a broom closet… with a girl.


Towel

(Marlene McKinnon)

It wasn't fair. I thought while I stepped into the shower. I ripped the ponytail holder off of my hair and turned on the water.

Every time he came into a room, every fiber of my being stood at attention. My stomach screamed and flipped and curled… and my body was hypersensitive.

I'd never let anyone know, but after he left the other night, I cried. I cried for hours. It terrified me. Realizing just how much I'd actually grown to care.

I wasn't soft; I wasn't supposed to be the kind of girl who got hung up on tiny things.

He made my mind unravel. He made all the protective walls I'd built around myself crash down.

Every time I saw Shannon, my heart felt physical pain. Because even though I could see that he didn't love her, every time she would saunter into the Great Hall with that disgusting look of a cat moving in on a mouse, my entire body tensed up in jealousy.

I wasn't jealous; I wasn't supposed to be the kind of girl that cares about things like that.

He made my emotions go haywire. He made my feelings erratic and confusing.

Every time I saw him, I had to resist the urge to go over to him and kiss him, kiss him as hard as I could and tell him every single miniscule emotion that I felt for him. But my pride and cowardice held me back every time.

I wasn't a coward; I wasn't supposed to be the kind of girl who was afraid of anything.

He made me scared. His laugh, his eyes, his face, his everything terrified me.

Because I knew how much power he'd grown to have over me.

I stepped out of the shower and dried myself off. Ugh, fuck. I'd left my brush outside the locker room. Oh well, everyone's probably gone anyway, it's been a while since practice ended.


(Sirius Black)

Quidditch practice was brutal that day. It had been practically hailing. Not hailing really, but that sort of snow that stings, that doesn't collect in fluffy, white banks like on Christmas photos. No, no this was the hurtful kind of snow, and the weather seemed to match everyone's moods.

As everyone trudged into the dorms, you could tell everyone just wanted to die. Fabian (that prick) yelled and shouted the entire time, forcing us to practice for an hour longer than was planned. Everyone looked like hell, some had scratches on their faces from the snow.

Prongs meandered off after taking a quick shower, saying that he was going to the dorm to rest. I watched as the rest of the team followed respectively, but I stayed up in the shower.

The hot water relaxed my bones, but as I rolled my shoulders they still felt painfully tense. I spent a long time in there, just letting the water pound on my bare back.

Eventually, I eased myself out and dried off. I pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, which felt unfortunately scratchy against my now sensitive skin. I sighed, and walked slowly out, still toweling my hair dry. Moony always just said to use a drying charm, but I always liked the feeling of the towel massaging my head. I remember my mother only using the drying spell after she bathed me, and she always used to look horrified when I would run away and shake my head against the towel that she'd kept for "decoration only". I was so deep in thought, I realized I wasn't looking where I was going.

Suddenly, I looked up to see Marlene, with only a white, fluffy towel wrapped around her body, standing outside the girls' locker room. Her blond hair lay wet, gathered to one side, and she was rubbing her creamy neck with her hand. I couldn't help thinking that would be the perfect place for a hickey. Her eyes were lightly closed, and she had a soft-half smile on her face.

She still didn't open her eyes, and I assumed she didn't know I was there. She rubbed her neck harder, and soft moan exited her lips. The sound shot right to my groin.

"Bloody hell." I breathed. Her eyes snapped open.

"Black! Holy shit, what are you fucking doing here?" She cried loudly, backing away from me. "You aren't supposed to be here!"

She pulled the hem of the towel lower to cover her legs, but it only showed for cleavage. I swallowed hard and desperately tried to look away, but my eyes compromised and insisted on taking quick glances every six seconds.

"Well, it's sort of the way out of the locker room, and it's the only way out." I managed to spit out. She sighed.

"Well… well, sorry. I thought everyone was gone." She said meekly.

I smiled uncomfortably. She was still standing there, in all her glory, with the towel defying gravity by still staying on her body. Fuck, she needed to get a longer towel…

"Uh… yeah." I said thickly. She stared at the ground, and a strange look came over her face. She looked like she was having some weird internal conflict or fight with herself. Abruptly, she just exhaled and stepped closer to me.

"You look like hell." She said, reaching up and touching a scratch I had on my face that I didn't know was there.

"You don't look much better." I said, zeroing in on the slight scratch across her cheek. She lifted her other hand to touch my other cheek, and my heart rate sped up increasingly.

"Want me to work the kink out?"

"What?" I asked. She just looked at me pointedly.

"The kink? In your shoulder? It looks really painful." She asked softly. How did she know my shoulder hurt? I really didn't understand her. She was mad at me one minute, then offering to massage me wearing just a towel?

"Uh… sure?" I answered back, running my hands through my hair. She led me to sitting down on the bench.

"Want to take your shirt off…?" She said uncertainly. I slowly eased the shirt off my body, and hissed in pain as I lowered my arms. Merlin, it felt like someone had taken a hammer to my shoulder blades.

Her fingers were soft against my back, and she started grinding her thumbs in circles around both my shoulder blades. It felt amazing, and I felt myself relax. I accidentally moaned throatily, surprising myself and I assume her, even though I couldn't see her face.

After about four minutes of this, she took her hands off my back. I stood up quickly, going to grab my shirt. But in the process of getting off the bench, Marlene stumbled, and I caught her as she grabbed my forearms for balance. She stood up next to me, still holding my arms.

She wasn't holding the towel up. Any slight breeze will knock this towel off, leaving a naked Marlene McKinnon holding my forearms.

I watched as her face slowly leaned into mine, and I did the same. I tried to cool my raging hard-on, but my body was not having it. Her breasts were now touching my chest, and all I could think about was the fact that there was only a piece of terrycloth between her tits and my shirt. She swallowed and flicked her eyes down to my lips.

Our noses touched, and then… as if my face was fire, she moved abruptly away, swiftly running into the girls locker room.

Fucking hell… she's almost kissed me! She wasn't mad at me anymore!

Wait… was she? But then how was it possible for this not to have all been a dream?

She was massaging me, kissing me, and than running away from me

What just happened?


In Your Dreams

(Marlene McKinnon)

February 1, 1976.

"Thirteen days until Valentines day!" another chirpy little fifth year shrieked in the common room.

For some reason, all the fucking girls at Hogwarts think it's fucking necessary to know how many days lay until Valentines day at every minute of every day.

Now, with all the Mary/half-brother/constantly-trying-to-convince-everyone-that-Mary-was-actually-just-feeling-sick-and-was-not-depressed, I'd not had time to care about Valentines Day until January 25, when an epidemic of giggles and whispers broke out among Hogwarts.

Honestly, all the other years I'd been completely into Valentine's day. Telling everyone I wanted a nice cute Hufflepuff boy to ask me to Hogsmeade while still secretly hoping a certain Black would ask me instead.

But that never happened.

Merlin! no more thinking about Black. I can't believe I was such a slag and I massaged his bare back while only in a towel. He must think I'm a dirty whore now.

I couldn't help myself. Having him so close to me, no one else in the room did something to me.

Oh hell, his muscled bare back un-tensing under my fingertips was about the worst thing to think about right now. My brain latched onto the image, and I couldn't stop hearing that sexy moan/sigh/grunt that had slipped his lips …

But then I'd run away and Black hadn't made a move to talk since. And I swallowed my feelings as much as I could.

And now I was back to being an annoyed, angry bitch.

He always seemed to be everywhere seconds before everyone else, or never walking with a group to classes... the illusive, mysterious bloke he was. He was always grinning that smile that was supposed to make girls cream their knickers. He probably practiced that in the mirror every morning, I bet you.

And now, when I was totally fed up with Black and the rest of the boys at Hogwarts, I had to endure the constant rushing around of the girls of Gryffindor, flitting about discussing boys non-stop.

The boys, on the other hand, simply looked the other way when entering and exiting the common room. There were only three Gryffindor couples, and the only boy who looked excited is Remus.

He keeps running in and out of the dorms, never around in his spare time anymore. When I asked him about it a couple days ago, he said he's planning something really special for Doe, and I could literally feel the jealousy steaming off the other girls that happened to be in the common room.

This did not help with banishing Black from my mind.

I'm ok mostly during the day, what with me taking extra notes so Mary can copy them later because she's busy deciding when and if she's going to tell Black (I think she should tell him, by the way), and then leaving straight after class, I'd only had to see him at meals.

And I make sure I don't ever look up from my meal.

I just wish the dreams would stop. Ever since that fateful incident in the locker room, Black and his many sexy attributes have taken to haunting my dreams. It always starts out the same, with me sitting in common room reading a potions book… and usually ends with one Sirius Black, naked on top of me.

"What are you thinking about?" Doe asked, staring at me.

"What? Nothing!" I replied quickly. I winced as Doe smirked at me.

"Oh sure. Nothing." she said, retying her Gryffindor tie.

"Seriously!" I insisted. She just laughed. "Why do you ask?"

"You started blushing… hard." she said, still laughing. She slipped the tie around and pulled it tight, and stooped to grab her bag.

"Well… well, I was thinking… thinking about…ugh, bugger off!" I spluttered, and Doe just smirked knowingly at me.


(Sirius Black)

"Hey Sirius" Marlene says, looking up from her book. You're in the common room, but everything else is gone except for the fireplace, a couch, and the chair you're sitting in. She's wearing that blue sweater that makes her eyes look amazing…

"Hi." You say, uncertainly. You wonder why she's suddenly decided to talk to you, but you don't care…

Suddenly, she's sitting on the arm of chair you're sitting on. "So… I've got something to show you." She takes your hand.

You walk up the stairs, and you realize you're going into the boys' dormitories. Except no one else is there, and all the beds seem like one big bed.

"Well?" You ask.

She grabs the back of your head and kisses you. Hard. Your hands quickly snake themselves around her waist. Merlin, it feels so good to kiss her, so good to hold her like this. Her tongue slips into your mouth and soon you're sucking, biting, licking… it's amazing.

Then you're in this giant bed with her, and she's straddling you. You're so turned on, and flip her over so you're above her now.

Now she's under you, wearing only a lacy black bra and black see-through panties. You quickly wonder where her clothes went so fast. She's breathing heavily and her chest is heaving, and she bits her lip. She stares at your body, and you suddenly realize you're only wearing boxers now. You start kissing her again you play with the bottom of the bra. She pulls away and quickly unhooks the bra, and her breasts are out.

And you kiss them, suck them, and she moans. Her hair fans out against the pillows.

"I want you. Right now, Sirius. I want you inside me." She says. She pulls off her panties, not breaking eye contact.

And she's laying in your bed, naked and begging you to fuck her. She rips off your boxers. You move on top of her, and you can feel she's wet. She's kissing you so hard, and you thrust into her. She moans loudly, and it feels fucking amazing. You begin to thrust in and out and she's moaning your name and saying "harder… oh, fuck me harder, Sirius!" and you're close now and she moans louder and louder…

And you're so close and…

"PADFOOT!" a male voice said.

I opened my eyes and was met by a really bright light and Prongs and Wormtail standing over me, staring at me.

I look around and realize I'm in my regular sized bed and there is no Marlene McKinnon lying naked next to me. There's only Prongs, Wormtail, and now Moony, who has returned from opening the window. I'm tangled up in the sheets, and my body feels sweaty.

I sigh disappointedly.

"Merlin Padfoot, that's the third time this week!" Moony complains.

"What? What are you talking about? And why are you lot crowded around me?" I ask, glancing around at all of them, and clutching my comforter and bringing it higher up on my body.

"For the third time this week, you've woken us up with all you're moaning." Wormtail said defiantly.

"Yeah. It's getting strange, man." said Prongs. "I'll be sleeping and suddenly I'll hear 'oooh, ooh… Marley, yes… Ma-marl…mmmmm…Marlene…'"

"Shut it!" I yelled, flopping a pillow over my ears. "You don't have to tell the entire fucking castle!"

To be honest, every night in the past two weeks I've dreamt of her. Since she decided to give me bloody sensual massage to "work the kinks out", she's all I think about. Not just her body… just everything about her. Her smile, and her laugh… and her hair, and the way she's smart but not in the way where she needs to excel academically. And she loves Quidditch and she's rubbish at potions and she has a tendency to blow up at people at times… and she wears old t-shirts and shorts to bed instead of the nightgowns the other girls wear.

And in the dreams, sometimes we're only eating lunch together, holding hands and studying, and sometimes we're shagging… but the worst of all time was the one that I'd had a few nights ago.

I'd been sitting at a table in a house I didn't recognize, and Marlene came in wearing an apron and carrying a baby and…

Now that was the only really terrifying one.

And yeah, I'd had other dreams about girls… Just not this frequently. And never about anything else except shagging.

"Whatever mate, I think I'll ask Doe what she thi –"

"Moony, if you ever tell anyone about this, especially Doe or Marlene herself, I'll tell everyone that you wet the bed until you were ten!" I shot up in bed right as Moony was exiting the dorm.

He glared at me. "Fine." he spat at me, before turning again and leaving. "And it was only until nine and a half…" I heard him mutter.

Wormtail laughed and Prongs mischievously grinned.

"And you, if you tell anyone about this, I'll tell them about all the countless times I've heard you moaning for Evans." I said, pointing at Prongs.

His grin dropped. "Ok, ok… let's keep it cool. Neither will ever tell about the other moaning about anyone, ok?"

"Good." I said.


For the first time since we'd almost kissed after Quidditch, Marlene looked at me during breakfast.

Maybe she lifted her head accidentally, but once she caught my eyes she didn't look away.

So we sat there, during breakfast, basically having eye sex. Oh Merlin, her eyes had looked less blue in the dream… they were much more radiant in real life.

I wanted to touch her so badly, wanted to jump across the table and snog the life out of her, and make dreams a reality.

But then she looked away, and frowned.

Fuck. I'd really fucked it all, too far to be fixed.


A/N: BLACKINNON SEXUAL FRUSTRATIONNNNN (:

And I wanted to give Doe and Remus some happy times before all the angst comes later on (yes, more angst. I was in a bit of a mood when I wrote some of the later chapters). Plus I love writing from Remus' POV about Doe. It's so cuteandsweetandperfect… and I might be a little jealous of the fictional relationship between fictional characters that I created.

review?