Disclaimer: Ok, this is the story of Snow White...Twisted a bit and shoved into the realm of Harry Potter. The seven dwarfs are not dwarfs, and JK. Rowling owns all of them. Whoever wrote Snow White owns that tale. I am only claiming her, because she, even though taken from Snow White, is owned by me. Her name is not Snow White, but seeing as how they have no name for her, they incidentally call her Snow. Anyway, the plot, or things that didn't happen in Snow White or Harry Potter, are mine. Oh, and there is no wicked step-mother...but there is someone who wants her dead. These things seem longer when I have to tell about two stories I don't own.
Authors Note: Bear with me through all this. I don't have spell check. This is a Remus/OFC fanfiction. And it may seem a bit dark at times, but that's just the way I want to write this. Oh, and...please review!
Chapter 9: The First Night
Snow's mouth dropped open as she walked into the bedroom. It was very spacious, with two beds at opposite ends of the room. They both had curtains hanging over them, for privacy.
A bookshelf was filled with books along one wall, and in the corner opposite of that, was a desk. At the foot of each bed was a trunk, and a door, probably leading to the bathroom, was between the desk and one of the beds.
"Wow." Remus said, dismissing Henry. The house elf seemed more than happy to leave the presence of Snow. She frowned as the elf slammed the door. "I'm not bad! Why does he think- HEY! My bag has been opened."
She glared at the door behind her as she realized Henry must have looked through her things. "He probably read the letters and sensed Lucius on them." Remus said, kneeling to her bag and seeing the letters on top of her clothes. Snow put her hands on her hips and looked down at her bag, still skeptical of that explanation. But, something caught her eye, making her forget all about Henry's thoughts.
One of her newest, lacey bras was laying beside the letters, making her blush feverishly. "Uh...You think that's the bathroom over there?" She asked, pointing to the door. Remus looked where she was pointing to and shrugged. "One way to find out."
He stood and walked to the door. In that time, Snow had shoved her black bra deeper into her bag, shoving the thing closer to her bed. "It's a bathroom."
"Gee, just one? What if I have to use it when you're in the shower or something?" Snow asked, stepping up to lean on the door frame. Remus gave a shrug before stepping back to close the door.
"I'll let you go first. Girls need to do more than men do to get ready."
"Not unless I'm going somewhere. I barely wear makeup when I do." Snow crossed the room, heading to the bookshelf. She was sad to see they were all witchcraft related.
'Shakespeare is better than witchcraft...' Snow widened her eyes as she realized she still hadn't retrieved her wand from the basement at Grimmauld place. Through her drunken state after the attack from the werewolf, and the happenings afterward, she didn't even think to get her wand.
"Remus!" She shouted, turning around to see his shocked face. "What? What is it?"
With a grin, Snow shrugged slightly. "Nothing, it's just that I left my wand at Grimmauld Place. It's still in the basement from the time you- yea...I think I need it."
"I'll aparate there and get it...You think you'll be alright for a few minutes?"
"No, in the five minutes you'll be gone, I'm going to jump out the window and break my neck. YES, I'll be fine." Snow giggled and made her way to her bed, seperating the curtains and looking at the mattress.
Two pillows and a forest green blanket were all that covered it. Snow narrowed her eyes and was about to mumble a few curses to Snape but, she was stopped. Her eyes were wide, but not focusing on anything. Mainly because, Remus had just wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her cheek from behind.
"I don't want anything to happen to you." He whispered before he dropped his hands, took a step back, and aparated with a loud pop. Instead of fainting, like she wanted to, Snow threw her hands in the air and turned around in a 180 degree turn. As she let out a loud squeel, she jumped back on the bed.
'OH WOW!'
With another squeel, soft enough to not wake the entire house up, she stood up and danced on top of the mattress. She wasn't able to jump very high due to the canopy above her head. To finish off her odd, spastic dance, Snow fell against the pillows, turning over so her face was smashed into the soft, feathery surface. She took the next five minutes to give a good scream to vent her excitement.
Through her screaming, she didn't hear a pop that sounded in the room.
"Er...Snow?" Remus asked, not moving from where he was. It was an odd thing to see; a girl screaming into a pillow with her feet kicking the bed.
Snow shot up rather fast, her eyes wide in shock. As she did so, she flung herself from the bed, falling to the floor on the opposite side. She gave a shriek as her rump hit the hard wood floor.
"Are you ok?" Remus asked through his laughter. He rushed over to the side she fell on, grinning at her.
"Yea, fine...you scared me!"
"I scared you? I don't think I'll ever get the image of you having a conniption fit out of my head."
"It wasn't a conniption fit!"
"What was it then?" Remus asked, pulling her up from her sitting position. Snow cleared her throat and turned away from him, acting as if she were angry. In truth, she was trying to hide her bright red cheeks.
What was she suppose to tell him? That just a kiss on the cheek made her dance around crazily?
"I had to vent my...frustration."
"Why are you frustrated?"
'BECAUSE YOU KISSED MY CHEEK YOU IDIOT!' She wanted to scream that, but her throat closed up before she could. Snow made a mental note to think before she spoke.
"Did you get my wand?" She asked, changing the subject as she turned back around. Her nose was higher in the air, giving her a look of snobbery.
"Yes, but I won't give it to you unless you tell me what you were frustrated about." Remus couldn't hide the amusement in his voice. He was surprised at how fun sharing a room has been so far. Of course, they had only been in there for twenty minutes.
Snow crossed her arms over her chest and climbed on the bed, staring up at him with a glare. "I don't need my wand that bad...But, when I get into a dangerous situation, and I don't have it because you still do, I'll let my death be on your head..."
She couldn't contain her laughter as Remus shoved her wand toward her. "Mwhaha!" Snow laughed evily as she snatched the wand from his hands.
"So..."
"You're not tired are you?" Snow asked, setting her wand down on the pillow and standing. Remus was walking toward his bed, but stopped when she spoke. "No, I'm not tired. I just figured you'd want your sleep."
"I don't. I'm not sleepy anymore. What do you want to do?"
"There isn't much we can do. I'm sure Snape doesn't keep anything fun around his house..."
"There's a chess board. Let's play." Snow took Remus' hand in hers, biting her still wounded bottom lip as she did so. If touching his hand made her light headed, what was she going to do if he ever hugged her again?
And so, they played chess. Two hours had passed, and so had five games, all won by Remus. Near the end of the sixth, Snow sat back, ignoring the fact that it was her turn. "Let's say we...bet on this game." She couldn't help the smile twitching at her lips.
"You have money?"
"No...But we don't have to play for money. Let's say if I win, you will have to be my slave. Vice versa."
Remus shook his head, sitting back in his chair also. "No, you've won. You're just trying to trick me into betting so I have to be your slave."
This made Snow frown. She didn't even know she was going to win. In truth, she didn't even know how to play chess. The times when Fred and George played at Grimmauld Place, she watched on occasion, but had never played.
But, not letting Remus see her confusion, Snow crossed her arms over her chest.
"Fine, lets stop this game and play something else. I think I saw a deck of cards in the desk drawer."
"Deal. What game would you like to play?" Snow stood and walked to the desk, pulling open a drawer. Sure enough, a deck of cards laid against the side of the wood. She took them out and began shuffling. Remus thought for a second before deciding on a game.
"Let's start with poker."
"Okay, what are the stakes?" Snow sat down, brushing her black hair over her shoulder so it grazed her back.
"Same as you suggested."
"Remus?"
"Hmm?" He replied, not looking up from dealing the cards. Snow couldn't bring herself to ask what she was thinking. The knot in her stomach tightened as she cleared her throat and leaned foward, resting her elbows on the chess table.
"Have you...ever played strip poker?"
AN: HAD to leave a cliffhanger! Sorry!!! Oh, and THANKS TO MY REVIEWERS!!! YOU'RE THE BEST!!!!!!!MORE COOKIES AND CANDY AND MILK AND ALL THAT STUFF THAT KEEPS YOU COMING BACK FOR MORE! Btw, I don't know what made me make him Lucius...I just never really liked him at all...This isn't a story to bash him or anything.
