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"Roxanna!" hissed a foggy voice, "Roxanna wake up!" it was followed by a nudge.
With irritation I opened my eyes. What the hell, I was in class? It was Lilian who awoke me. As I lifted my head from my desk I realized I was in DADA, the class was unusually focused on their work. And instantly I saw the reason for this, Snape's figure was plastered on Professor Lupin's desk. He seemed to be engrossed in a book. But where was Professor Lupin?
Lilian seemed to notice my confusion, "For goodness sake, falling asleep in the middle of lesson, are you asking for detention?" she whispered so that only I could hear.
"Where's Professor Lupin?" I asked.
"Seriously? He's ill. Remember? Honestly Roxanna you weren't asleep that long." Then she gave me a more realizing look, "Oh don't tell me you were having that dream again, were you?"
This confused me. "What dream?"
"This is what the third time? You know where you kiss Professor Lupin." she said so quietly it was almost inaudible.
WHAT?! But that wasn't a dream, was it? That really happened. Didn't it? "That was a dream?"
"It's amusing that I have to keep explaining, when Professor Lupin asked you to stay after class and he told you that you'd be his new assistant (ooh la la by the way) anyway nothing beyond that happened yet you dreamed up an alternative ending that night where you kissed him." she explained.
Wow. So it didn't really happen. Bummer. "Well what are we suppose to be working on?" I asked trying to change the subject because the fact that I dreamt up something like that and actually told someone about it was embarrassing enough.
"We're working on werewolves again, I think Snape has been watching too much Twilight." she said.
The rest of class went in a drag. I was very disappointed to say the least to realize my little fantasy had been just that: a dream. But I found myself feeling sorry that he was ill. I wish there was something I could do. Then it hit me! The journal I had purchased him, it was still stored in my truck, I'd forgotten that.
That evening I set off past curfew to the castle grounds along the lake, with the thought in mind to look for the journal tomorrow morning. Lilian was busy with prefect duties and I just wanted to escape the castle for a while. With ease I made it past any onlookers to a rather large tree and sat myself against it. It was rather peaceful just watching the stars and gazing at the beautiful nearly full moon. It be full by tomorrow. I concluded that if I was not pursuing a DADA job I'd be going for one in astronomy.
Little splashes suddenly interrupted the otherwise still lake. With irritation that I'd been caught or that someone else was out here, I turned to see the source. Oh bloody hell. Michael stood there throwing pebbles into the lake.
"Evening." I said for I knew he knew that I was here.
"Evening Roxanna." he replied in his draw that use to make me melt, now however it only brought disdain.
With a sigh, I leaned my head back against the tree, "Listen I'm in a peaceful mood and not keen on arguing at the moment." I said wishing he'd just leave.
"Don't worry I'm not here to argue. I still come out here for peace too." he said which forced me to remember all the times we snuck out here when we were a couple. Those were memories I longed to forget.
"Good." I didn't want to converse with him so I kept my replies curt.
He came and sat next to me. I stiffened.
"Did I ever apologies? Or say I was sorry?" he asked as if he genuinely didn't know. He couldn't be serious.
"No." I replied debating weather or not to draw my wand.
"Well I am." he sighed.
"Well I'm not about to say it's okay if that's what your hoping for." I snapped.
He smiled, much to my irritation. What was he playing at? "You know Narcissa wrote to me, told me how devastated you were through the summer." he said.
How dare she! My blood boiled. Well there went my peaceful evening. The nerve of that woman, if I was devastated at anytime it was due to her excessive invasion of my personal life, and nothing to do with Michael!
Tell that to the bear. My conscience thought recalling the poor stuffed animal I tore up. Shut up conscience.
I was about to retort but he kept speaking, "But of course I didn't believe her."
Then as bipolar as one can get I found myself breaking out in a laugh. That was definitely something I thought I'd never do around Michael again. When my laughter finally died down I spoke, "You did always know she was out of it."
"Remember when we convinced her Lucius loved his hair more than he loved her?" he asked now laughing himself.
I couldn't help but giggle at the memory. "Ha! Yeah and she went straight and hex'd him!" I added.
The laughter died down. A silence began to build but then Michael spoke again, "In the train too."
"What?" I asked not following his randomness.
"I'm sorry about the way I acted on the train too. It was just..my damned father. He kept saying I needed to get you back by this year for a wedding in the summer. He kept saying I was the man, I didn't have to ask you I just needed to tell you and you needed to listen. I had to hear it all summer." he concluded.
At his revelation I felt the urge to hex his father, but I also in the stupidest way felt pity for Michael. Probably because I know what it's like to have someone nag you all summer. "Does he know?" I asked suddenly.
"Does he know what?" he asked now confused with my randomness.
I smirked, "That you cheated on me with a mudblood?"
His features morphed into disgust. "I most certainly did not!"
"Elle Watson, right?" I looked at him for conformation, he nodded uncomfortably- "Right, two muggle parents, only she was raised by her aunt who's a witch." I informed him. This was information my cunning friend Alyssa had provided me with when the incident first occurred.
His face was in disbelief. After the shock phased passed him he wore a look of regret. "I guess I deserve that unfortunate fate." he said finally.
"You deserve much worse." I replied trying to keep my voice light. Sure I still hated him, but I was in no mood to argue.
"And you deserve much better." he said not breaking eye contact.
I didn't know what to say. His dark blue eyes took me back to all the amazing times we had together, they reintroduced me to so many great memories. But these were the same eyes that deceived me. Still here he was now leaning in, obviously for a kiss, and I found myself not moving or pushing him away.
I thought I might actually enjoy it, might actually want it. For a split second I considered things going back to the way they were before he betrayed me. But then his lips touched mine and he kissed me and in that instant I knew I didn't want him in that way anymore.
"Excuse me." came an all to familiar voice.
My heart pounded. Oh no, oh no! I pushed Michael away immediately. There stood Professor Lupin looking as handsome as ever in the night light yet slightly paler than normal. I couldn't really read his expression. A little put off maybe? Or was I imagining that? Perfect timing, right? Oh fucking Michael you ruin everything!
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Btw I know this chapter is short but it's just a filler chapter
