The Prettiest Weed
Chapter 10
Little Gem,
Finally managed to get into the library yesterday. Made up some rubbish about researching the family achievements so my mother wouldn't jab her nose in. I've gone through half the place and I think I might have something actually useful. So, werewolves are aggressive creatures, yeah? Snarl, howl, bite anything that moves. But! They haven't been observed to show the same aggression towards animals. How does that help us? Well, we become animals. After Minnie talked about Animagus in class, I read up on it some more and we could do it. Just think about it. Since we would be animals, he wouldn't be able to infect us even if he did manage to bite someone. And if Moony's craving a pack so much that he wants to start a human one, then we can at least be an animal one for him during the moon. Keep him company. I'm sure one of us would be big enough to keep him in check if it's needed. You know it's brilliant.
On another note, has your family been invited to that terrible Yule ball yet? The Malfoy's are hosting it this year. My mother has already dragged Reg and I out to be fitted at least three times. Ended up getting a nasty curse from her when I changed all the robes in one of the shop to red and gold. Let me know if you do plan on going. If not, I'm going to find a way to slip out and visit you and Moony. We need to wear him down on the whole pack thing.
Your Most Handsome Future Packmate,
Sirius
Andi smiled as she read over Sirius' most recent letter. She had to agree with him. His plan was very good. Remus couldn't possibly say no to this. Wait, actually he could. McGonagall had gone on for almost an hour about how dangerous the process was, with irreversible partial transformations and people getting stuck as an animal. Not to mention that it was definitely illegal due to them being underage. He would shut the idea down before they even started. They would just have to work around him once New Years was over.
It was only two days from Christmas, or as the wizarding world more learned towards, Yule. The hols had been going smoothly. Gran had eased up almost completely on her lessons, leaving just one for now. Dancing. And only because of that damn ball. For the first time, Madam Prewett had decided that Andi was old enough to go to the biggest pureblood gala of the year. Only the Sacred Twenty Eight would be there. But first she needed to make sure she wouldn't break the toes of whoever ended up as her partner. Her first few lessons had been with her brother. Not that had lasted long. He refused to help anymore after she'd actually managed to crush his pinkey toe.
Apus let out an impatient hoot from her desk, drawing her attention back up. She wrote a quick reply and tied it to his talon, before opening the window and letting him off to his business. Sirius would be happy to hear the news. They could be miserable together.
There was a soft rap on her door before it cracked, Nurtin poking his head in. "Your lessons are to start soon, miss," he croaked, pointedly looking at the pair of high heels sitting on her bed. "Mistress wishes you to remember your shoes."
Andi grimaced, but did as was asked. The heels were small, but still much too tall for her taste. "Do I really have to wear these? I'm sure whatever robes I end up wearing will hide my feet. No one will know the difference," she whinged, holding the shoes out as she followed the elf down to the ballroom.
"Young miss must wear the appropriate footwear. And that means shoes that will...mask her diminutive size," he replied, hesitating on the last bit.
"You mean I'm so short that I'd embarrass Gran if I didn't wear them. Okay, okay. I got it. Do you know who's feet I'll be breaking today?"
Nurtin only laughed, opening the door and gesturing for her to enter. She did so, freezing at the sight of a familiar mop of unruly black hair standing beside a table filled with adults. "Jamie?" she squeaked, gaping when he whirled around and grinned.
"Andi!" he shouted, running up to her and picking her up to twirl them around. She couldn't help but laugh, holding onto his shoulders to keep steady when he set her down. "Surprised?" he asked, waggling his eyebrows.
"Eh, yeah. Are you here for the lessons?" she asked, peeking around him at the table again.
He just hummed, taking the shoes from her hands to squint at them. "Yeah, yeah. Mum was planning on visiting and your grandmother mentioned your lessons, so she brought me along. Do you have to wear these bloody things?" he asked while flicking the slim heels.
"James Fleamont Potter, watch your language!" Andi rolled her eyes and stepped around him. The sight of Fleamont and Euphemia Potter brought a smile to her face. She'd only been able to meet them once or twice, but each time had been a joy. "Andalora, dear, it's so wonderful to see you!" Euphemia said, holding her arms out. Andi stepped into them, hugging the woman.
"Hello, Mrs Potter. I see that you've brought James along for me to trample over. He must have done something bad," she replied, grinning when the woman laughed heartily.
"Oh, nothing like that. We just thought it would be nice for James to spend time with his friends. My, you've grown so much."
Mr Potter snorted beside his wife, making his own unruly hair shake. "Not up, obviously."
"Fleamont!" Mrs Potter gasped, slapping his arm.
"Well, it's only true!" the man retorted, winking at Andi when his wife looked away. "Not a bad thing, m'dear. The smallest are always the fiercest."
Andi just blushed, turning away and stifling a snicker as James' sickened look. Thankfully her grandmother picked that moment to take their little gathering to the tea room. "Let's give the children their space to practice. We'll be back in an hour, Andalora," Madam Prewett said, lifting a brow in warning. "I expect to see progress."
"Yes, Gran," she said, letting her mask slide into place. As soon as the door clicked closed behind them, she deflated with a sigh. "Merlin, your dad is a handful."
"Tell me about it. At least he didn't have a chance to bring up Quidditch. He'd never had left then," James grumbled, throwing himself into an open chair and tossing the heels back to her. James not wanting to talk about Quidditch. She almost couldn't believe it. Andi followed suit, tugging her boots off and sliding on the heels. They started to pinch her toes right away. "How do you even walk in those things?"
"Practice. It's not like I want to wear them." She stood up, taking a few careful steps before her balance was steady. "Right, let's get this over with. I hope you're prepared."
"You can't be that bad," he said, standing as well.
"Just wait and see."
She went to the record player and set the needle down, returning to James once the music started. Even with the heels on, the top of her head was barely even with his chin. They clasped hands, the others on shoulder and waist before starting off with a simple box step. Andi couldn't help but be surprised at how smoothly James led her around the floor. It was much easier than with Felix. No trodden feet, no stumbling. It was enjoyable.
"Glad I came?" James asked after a few moments of silence, flashing a grin.
She couldn't help but roll her eyes. "Yes, Jamie. You're an excellent dancer. Actually, I wanted to talk to you about something." She drew her lips in. This would be a good chance to bring up Sirius' idea. It couldn't hurt to say something now. "I've been writing to Sirius and he's come up with an interesting idea."
His brows rose in surprise. "You're talking to Sirius outside of school?" he asked incredulously.
A huff escaped her before she could stop it. "Yes. We are friends, you know." Why was it so hard to believe? Then again, just a year ago, they barely even spoke to each other outside of pranks and Quidditch. She shook her head to clear the thoughts. "We've been trying to find a way to help Remus. And since I've been forbidden to do what I know already works-" He cringed a bit at that. "-we've found another option."
"And what is that?"
She glanced around as they turned, making sure the room was empty before leaning in and whispering, "Animagus."
James stumbled over his own foot, catching himself and stopping. "What?"
"Sssh!" she hissed, tugging at his hand to continue dancing. The song switched and they followed, swaying and bowing in a standard Viennese waltz. When they dipped, she gave him a hard stare, getting a bewildered look. "Think about it," she continued as they straightened. "Animals can't be infected with lycanthropy. And werewolves don't attack them either. Well, not unless provoked. We could be his pack. It's genius, James!"
Andi bit her lip again as he thought it over, unconsciously twirling her out and back in, not a step missed. "Okay, it is. But how are we going to manage it?" he finally asked, eyes lighting up with curiosity. "Don't you need a mentor?"
"That's what McGonagall said but...well, we've figured out plenty on our own, even when every source said it was too advanced. What's one more?"
James nodded again, growing more serious with each step. "Do werewolves need packs?"
This time Andi blinked, the breath catching in her throat. "Eh, well...From what I've read, it helps. It's why a lot of werewolves that stay away from people tend to group up. It calms their instincts, helps ease...other things."
With a quick step, he dipped her down, giving her a better look at his face. There was hurt there. Of course, he'd figured it out. She should have known. "Why didn't you tell us before?" he asked quietly, pulling her up and stopping.
She pulled her hands away, clenching them together in front of her. "Tell you what?" she asked.
"That you've already started one, Andi," he said, brows dropping. "You've been hiding it from us."
"It wasn't for me to tell," she said quickly. "You know how Remus is with his lycanthropy."
"But you could tell Sirius? Why? Did I do something wrong?"
"No! No, it's not like that! He found out on his own. I left my notes out and he saw them. We were planning on telling you once we had more information. It's still a bit confusing, to be honest."
He seemed to accept her answer, sighing and running a hand through his hair. "H-how is the bond made?"
She flushed at the question, swallowing as her mouth dried. "Well… It requires a bite," she said in a tiny voice.
James blinked, his face growing red as well. "That's - eh - not too bad."
"Ah, not for me maybe. It requires a certain amount of magic. The bit of research I've managed to find all says it's only triggered from very strong emotional and possibly-" She paused, drawing in a breath to prepare herself. "sexual based connections with the alpha!"
All he could manage was a gape, face turning even more red. "You don't mean...We've got to shag? Wait, you've shagged Moony?!"
"NO!" Andi squeaked, slapping his arm. "Oh, gods, this is why we haven't told you yet! Stupid boys." She groaned and rubbed the bridge of her nose. "Do you know anything about wolf habits?" When she shook his head, she sighed, and grabbed his hands, placing them back in the correct stance before pulling him into the dance again. "Well, werewolves are similar but different at the same time. They have a hierarchy and ranks, picked out by the alpha through the bonds. But since only witches and wizards can actually be werewolves, the wolfish side makes use of their magic to make the bond. And the only way they can access the magic is through strong emotions. And well, lust is one of the strongest ones out there."
He made a strangled noise, head straight and looking over her head. Andi couldn't help but laugh. "Do you see why we didn't say anything now?"
"Yes!" he managed, voice breaking. "Merlin, I didn't realize...I mean, you and Moony?"
"We've only snogged. It was an accident, actually. Not that I mind."
James cleared his throat, finally looking down at her with an awed look. "Where?"
She rolled her eyes. "On my shoulder. It's not like he mauled me. Just a little bite."
They lapsed in silence, James still clearly flustered, Andi more from amusement. After another few minutes of dancing, the door to the ballroom opened. Another turn and they saw that her grandmother and his parents had returned, watching them move about the floor. Andi couldn't help but grin at the proud look on her gran's face. Once the record came to an end, they separated and bowed.
"Wonderfully done!" Mr Potter boomed, clapping his hands before stepping up to pat a hand on his son's shoulder. "You two make a handsome pair." Andi bit down a giggle when he waggled his eyebrows at them, pulling a groan of embarrassment from James.
"Dad, please!" he said, pulling away and rubbing the back of his head.
"Monty, leave the poor boy alone," Mrs Potter chided, a smile of her own. She turned to Madam Prewett, giving a defeated gesture towards her husband. "I think it's time to take him home. I'll make sure to write you tomorrow about what we discussed."
Cressida nodded, glancing over at them before turning to lead the Potters towards the front entrance. Andi frowned, sharing a look with James. That was a bit odd. What had they been talking about? Her friend only shrugged, casually draping an arm over her shoulders and leaning down.
"I'll see if I can find any Animagus books," he whispered, holding her back enough to put a bit of distance between them and the adults. Andi nodded, trying to push away the suspicious feeling she felt when she watched her grandmother quietly tell something to the Potters. He bumped his forehead against her to pull her attention back. "We're also going to try and have a Marauder's meeting on New Years. It'll be a good chance to figure out a plan."
"Just make sure not to mention this to Remus," she said, turning fully and poked a finger into his chest. "He won't like this at all."
James gave her a crooked grin before winking. "You can count on me. See you soon, Andi." And with that, he slipped out the door, giving Madam Prewett a quick bow and Disapperated with his parents into the setting sun.
She sighed and leaned against the door to pull off the offending shoes. This was getting more complicated. It shouldn't be surprising, but she'd hoped to have a bit more time to be certain on things. Most of what research she'd found was just theories, not confirmed. Which made sense due to werewolves being shunned. No one wanted to really research them. Why take the time to learn about something that was so dangerous? She had to be approaching this wrong.
"Andalora." Andi jerked from her thoughts, looking up to find her grandmother standing before her with a curious expression. "You did much better today. Though...I didn't realize that you were so close with the Potters' son."
She fought the urge to roll her eyes and straightened. "It's not like that, Gran. James is just a good friend. Please don't go jumping on the betrothal thing again," she said. She only got a laugh in return.
"No, dear. I wasn't going to say that. I just-" Cressida frowned. "Well, does he know about Remus?"
Andi cringed but nodded. "Yes. He, Sirius, and Peter all know. They're a lot smarter than people give them credit for."
Then a thought occurred to her. Why hadn't she asked her grandmother about anything yet? She'd been living here for almost three years now. Surely that was long enough to trust her. "Gran...Is it true what Remus told me?" she asked quietly, gripping her shoes tightly in her hands. "Do you really have werewolf families living on the lands?" Cressida's face blanked, but Andi could still see the surprise in her eyes. "I know I shouldn't be asking, but I-" She stopped, mouth twisting at the continued lack of emotion. "He's my best friend. I think I should know more."
"You are right. You shouldn't be asking." Andi felt the words like a stab. Cressida seemed to soften at that. "I understand he's very important to you, Andalora. But I cannot tell you these things. If you have any idea, then you know how vital it is that this stays a secret. Not only for our family's sake, but for the others."
"But I want to help!" Andi pushed, stomping a foot as her frustration grew. "Not just for Remus, but for others. It's not right that others treat them so terribly for something they can't control!"
Her grandmother sighed, giving her a small smile before stepping up to rest a hand on her shoulder. "Your heart is in the right place, but you are too young. When you are older, we can discuss this again."
"I'm not a child!" she snapped, pulling away and huffing. "I've been doing my own research, Gran! I've found things that could help!"
"No. Andalora, you have to let this be. Don't make me forbid you from seeing that boy!"
Andi jerked back at her words, sucking in a breath and glaring at her feet. Why was everyone like this? Why wouldn't they let her do something! "Fine," she spat, turning on her heel and storming back up to her room. She slammed the door behind her and threw the shoes against the wall. Damn it all!
There was a tapping on her window and she looked up to find Apus back again, a small pouch tied about his neck. She sighed, forcing away her anger, and opened her window to let him in. He only allowed her to take his burden after another few owl treats and flew away immediately, the greedy bugger. Inside was a silver hairpin and a note. She held the pin up and almost dropped it when she realized the the Black family crest was pressed into the metal, lined in black and gold. She set it down carefully before taking up the note and breaking the seal.
Dear Andalora,
I hope you are well and enjoying your holiday. This may seem sudden, but I have been recently informed that I will be escorting you at the Yule Gala tomorrow evening. It would appear my mother has been corresponding with your grandmother as of late and they made the decision without mentioning it. I know that this may not be to your taste, but I am very much looking forward to spending the evening with you. Please accept this gift that I have sent with Apus. It should go well with your dress and the bracelet I gave you. I hope you will wear it.
Yours Truly,
Regulus Arcturus Black
The bottom drop out of her stomach. Escort? Gran hadn't mentioned anything about an escort! And with Reg? Andi groaned and shoved her hands up under her glasses to rub her eyes. She didn't need a boy to show her around. She wasn't an invalid. But it was traditional, right? Pureblood events were treated like balls on the 1800s. Ladies of marrying age that had yet to be betrothed or spoken for were to always be with a chaperone. Usually a family member or a courting partner. Eugh. The pieces started to fall into place.
Was this part of her test? She knew her grandmother remembered the deal. Perhaps this was another thing to tick off. It would make sense. What better way to show everything she'd learned than spending a night surrounded by snooty purebloods. Having an escort would take away any chance of hiding. Just the thought of it had her head swimming. It would be worth it though. Maybe this would be the last thing before Gran told her everything.
She laid out on her bed and tossed the note away. Hopefully it would go smoothly. Reg seemed the understanding type. If she slipped up, surely he would say something. She tried to picture it but just covered her face with her arms and groaned. Who was she kidding. It was going to be a nightmare.
Gods, when did they get bigger? Andi tugged at her dress, trying to pull her neckline up just a bit more, but the fabric refused to move. She'd only just gotten the robes a month ago and already her chest was too big for it. How?! With the amount of running and drills she did for Quidditch, how in the name of Merlin were they so big? Weren't they supposed to get smaller once you were fit? After another pull, she gave up, glaring at her chest in the mirror. At least it wasn't much cleavage. It just felt so odd feeling the breeze there.
She stepped back and did a once over, making sure everything was in place. The thick black satin was thankfully warm and the sheer gold and silver gauze overlay flowed so wonderfully. She couldn't help but grin as she turned, watching it shimmer in the light. Though she was a bit worried about the mass stuck up at the back of her head. Normally her hair only had a bit of wave but Nurtin had managed to curl everything and pin it up into some odd...well, she wasn't sure what kind of shape to call it. It must be some sort of magic because hair didn't normally take the shape of a flower. Regulus' gift glinted sharply in the mass, the contrast of silver in her rose gold hair made it stand out.
Another look and she squinted, rubbing her face. The lack of glasses was still off putting. She kept reaching up to fix them, only to poke herself in the forehead. Why had she agreed to take that temporary vision potion? Did she really look that bad with glasses?
Andi sighed, looking away from her reflection to fiddle with the bangle on her arm. She had discovered why it was magical. As soon as she'd put it on her wrist, the painted flowers changed color, shifting to silver and gold blooms. She slipped it off, flipping it over and squinting at the tiny runes engraved on the back. They looked like alien squiggles, even after her half a year in Runes. Only one stood out. Change. Perhaps they combined it with another type of ru-
"Andi! Get your ass down here!"
The bracelet flew from her hands when she jumped and squeaked. Damn him! Why did Felix have to scream? She snatched the thing back up, put it on, gathered the same offending heels, and hurried down to the front entrance.
"You don't have to yell, she grumbled as she hopped down the last step. Her brother just rolled his eyes and adjusted his bow tie. Poorly. The thing was still crooked. Andi slipped her shoes on and huffed. "Oh, stop. Let me fix it." He stood still as she gave it a few tugs and smoothed it down. "Where's Gran?"
"Right here, dear." Andi turned and bit down a grumble as her grandmother floated down the opposite set of stairs. She was still a bit sore about her grandmother's refusal to talk about the Black. Even after another heated discussion, she had no answers over the Regulus situation. Simmering resentment aside, she couldn't help but admire the robes the woman wore. Elegant and sleek with dark shimmering grey and green accents. While she was obviously showing her old house colors and they fit her to the tee. "Come along now. We're expected momentarily."
The two siblings nodded, following her into the Floo room. A pinch of powder and several minutes of dizzying travel had Andi stepping out into the most extravagant room she'd ever seen. Everything was pure white marble and dark stained wood, shining and reflecting the bright candle light. As the Floo flared to life again behind her, she stepped forward, smiling at the house elf that dusted the soot from her with a quick spell. The creature just squeaked and ducked its head.
Felix stepped up beside her and pulled her hand into the crook of his arm. "You shouldn't acknowledge them," he said quietly, glancing around to make sure no other guests were about.
She forced her face smooth and nodded. "Sorry. It's habit."
The corner of his mouth lifted. "You're such a dork." He stopped as a door nearby closed, only relaxing once the sound of footsteps echoed away. "Just remember everything we've gone over with you. Try not to talk to anyone unless either of us are nearby. If someone approaches you, keep conversation casual. And for Salazar's sake, don't offend anyone."
"Yeah, yeah. Don't worry. I'll be a good little princess."
Madam Prewett stepped from the Floo and the three followed the same house elf through a number of corridors. Andi did her best to stuff all her anxieties into the back of her head, taking slow deep breaths. Smooth, emotionless, calm. Like a closed book. She almost lost all her work when they came out into a ballroom. If the Floo room had been fancy, this was on an entirely different level.
It was massive. Easily four or five times the size of the one in the Prewett Manor. It had the same white marble and tall arched barrel ceilings with gold chandeliers big enough to fit a bus in. The decorations were just as extravagant. Fir trees easily ten feet tall were lining all the walls, decked out in magical floating decorations and what Andi thought were actual fairies, ice sculptures that shifted positions atop tables of food, and then the people. They put them to shame. Witches with robes wide enough to take a toddler off their feet if they walked by, hats with more tiers than a wedding cake, and bright colors that strobed. Her head swam at the sudden assault on her senses.
Felix's arm tightened when she swayed, but they both kept straight as the house elf called out the Prewett family. Their names seemed to startle the crowd, people turning to look then away again, putting their heads together to whisper. A rather short woman swept up, her bright green robes leaning more towards the wide variety, and gave them a prim smile. Judging from how she had the Malfoy crest pinned to her breast, she was the lady of the house. Lucius must get his looks from his father as she was dark in hair and eyes with a round face.
"Good evening, Marlowa," her grandmother said, her chin lifting up just another centimeter.
"Ah, Cressida, you made it. Welcome. And you've brought your grandchildren with you. Felix, Lucius was just asking after you." Her brother bowed with a murmured greeting, patted Andi's hand, and slipped off into the crowd towards a rather dark looking group of men. "And you must be Andalora. It's is a pleasure to meet you." Andi curtsied with a small forced smile. Mrs Malfoy's eyes felt dangerously perceptive, piercing her carefully set walls and finding the awkward girl inside. She must have found something she liked because she smiled a bit more. "My, we must find an escort for you, my dear! It wouldn't do to have a young lady on her own. Now I just saw-"
"That won't be necessary, Lady Malfoy." Andi forced her face to stay straight as Regulus smoothly stepped up from the crowd. Wow. He cleaned up well. His short kept hair was combed smooth and his robes were, well, the normal straight lined formal robes. Though even from a meter away, the material looked expensive. Very by the book, very careful. For some reason, it made her want to frown. He bowed slightly to the women before holding a hand out to Andi. "I am escorting Andalora tonight," he said, the corners of his lips twitched just a bit.
Andi placed her hand in his and moved closer as he tucked it into the crook of his arm. Mrs Malfoy's smile turned to a straight line. "Ah, I see. Well, please enjoy yourselves." She turned to her grandmother. "Cressida, Walburga is waiting for us." Madam Prewett gave Andi a very stern look before the two women swept off.
"I'm sorry I wasn't there to meet you," Reg whispered, steering them away from the crowds and over to one of the trees.
"It's perfectly fine," Andi replied, relaxing just a bit and glancing around. If Reg was here, where was Sirius? "Merlin, is it always like that?"
"Yes. You get used to it though." He turned slightly, eyes softening just a bit as he looked over her. "You look beautiful tonight. I'm glad my gift really does go with your dress."
She couldn't help but laugh a bit at that. "I was more surprised when the bracelet you gave me changed. I couldn't believe it when they turn such a beautiful color. Not that it wasn't beautiful before, I mean. I wish you'd have told me it did that before. I've been trying to figure out how it works, but there's nothing on it in my Runes books-"
"Andi." She snapped her mouth closed at his gentle call, feeling her face grow warm. She'd been babbling. He actually smiled that time before casually picking up a glass from a passing serving tray as it floated by on its own. The glass was oddly warm when he handed it to her. "Here. Drink. It will help you relax." She took a sip and blinked at the sharp taste and bubbles of champagne. Or perhaps it was something else, judging by the slight taste of strawberry. It was actually good.
"Thank you… I'm sorry you have to be stuck with me tonight," she said quietly, feeling that curl of anxiety again. "I'm terrible at this."
Reg shook his head, putting her hand on his arm again and slowly led them around the perimeter. "It's fine. I've said it before, I enjoy spending time with you." He paused as a couple of wizards walked by, faces serious as they discussed. "The only reason all of this comes so easily for me is that I've been around this sort of rubbish since I could speak in full sentences," he muttered, his smile disappearing.
Andi just nodded, taking another sip from her glass and glancing around. No one looked even remotely familiar. Shouldn't there be at least a few people from her classes? One particular man in a set of deep purple robes began speaking loudly, only to have his companions quickly shushed him. "Who is that?" she asked.
"Ratton Bulstrode," he said, lifting a brow at her. "Haven't you studied the families yet?"
"Oh, well, of course!" she said, frowning. "I just haven't actually seen any of them." She shuffled through her memories, trying to remember just why that name stood out. "He's the one in charge of...eh, Gringotts and Ministry relations, yes?"
"Close. Currency regulations. And the man beside him is Hugo Nott. A big investor with Gringotts. Nott has been trying to get him to ease up with a few clauses on a recent law that was passed."
"How do you know that?" she asked, making sure to not stare.
"I heard father discussing it last night with a few others when they were in his office drinking. Brandy and business go hand and hand." Andi could only nod, look around for Sirius again, and finished off her drink. It had worked, she felt a bit more at ease. Another one wouldn't hurt. She watched as a witch nearby held out an empty flute and a tray zipped up to take it, then off again. Copying the action, she forced herself not to flinch when a platter shot up and off, another taking its place to offer a fresh one. She took the new one carefully, ignoring Reg as he chuckled.
The next hour went by in a flurry of gossip. Either Regulus or she would point out a person, find a name, and any recent business or rumors going on. Most of it was actually interesting. She hadn't realized just how much went on in the background. Compliments and invitations were valued just as much, if not more so than actual galleons. Another two flutes of the bubbly drink and she didn't care that she was surrounded by terrifying people.
Music began soon after and couples started to move out into the empty floor. Her escort pulled her out, barely suppressing a smile was she sniffed dramatically and placed her hands stiffly. He copied her, fingers barely touching her hand as they prepared. Then they were off, completely foregoing the stiff beginners box step and right into the more complicated waltzes. Andi felt elated with how easy it was. Each step came without thought. It was wonderful. Until it wasn't.
A hand tapped Reg's shoulder and they slowed, stopping to find a boy beside them. He bowed slightly. "May I cut in, Regulus?" Andi felt his shoulder stiffen under her hand before he released her, placing her hand into the newcomers. Oh, oh no. Of course. He had to do it. To do otherwise would be extremely impolite.
"Of course, Kennor. I'll just go get you another drink, Andalora," he said quietly. He gave her a wide eyed look before stepping back into the surrounding crowd. Kennor...Kennor Travers! Not good. A Slytherin from her year. Of course, he was one of the jerks that were constantly starting fights with James and Sirius. The nerves came back ten fold, supplied by how she was already a bit unsteady from the drinks she'd had. She robotically placed her hands and allowed him to take the lead.
"It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Andalora," he said, smirking down at her. Andi could only swallow and force a smile. At least he wasn't terrible looking. Dark hair and dark blue eyes. Were those dimples? No, he was still a piece of shit. "I must say that you look breathtaking tonight."
"Thank you," she said softly, swallowing hard to keep her stomach settled and looking over his shoulder. "Have you been enjoying the gala so far?"
"As much as anyone can with how stuffy everything is." She blinked at that, meeting his gaze again. Did everyone hate these events too? She thought most enjoyed the chance to lord their wealth over others. "It's much better now that I have a wonderful dance partner." Never mind. She gave him another small smile.
His grip on her hand tightened as he led her farther to the edge of the dancers. Andi tried to glance around, see if anyone noticed, but most didn't even give them a second glance. Not good. "I have to say, I'm looking forward to next month," he said. The next turn, he pulled her just a little closer.
"What?" Merlin, she was going to be sick. His hand was sliding down much too far.
"Our Quidditch match. I've seen how you are with that bat. To think a woman could even wield one. It's...enticing." Another centimeter closer. Her skin crawled when she felt his breath on her skin.
What to say, what to say? She scrambled for her thoughts, grabbing up the first one to pop up. "Eh, yes. Sirius is a very good teacher. I wouldn't be anywhere near as skilled as I am without his help." Travers didn't seem to like that, his smile and eyes tightening a bit.
He was about to reply when her hand was snatched from his. It took everything not to squeak when she was spun away and right into another chest. She grabbed onto a lapel to steady herself and looked up to find those wonderful and familiar molten grey eyes. "Sirius," she breathed, earning a cheeky grin.
"Hello, gem. I heard my name," he murmured with a wink before straightening and giving Traves an icy stare. "Travers. Thank you for keeping my date company, but I'll take over from here." Andi bit down a strangled noise, glancing between the two with the best mask she could muster. Date? But Regulus-
"Black. I wasn't aware that Miss Proth was...taken for the evening," Travers almost spat, a sneer twisting his face.
Sirius only hummed before reaching up to tap at the pin in her hair. The Black crest flashed in the candle light and Travers paled. "Very much taken. Have a good one, mate," he quipped. With a wicked grin, he pulled her into a quick turn, hands immediately going to the correct places, but held her just close enough that they brushed against each other with every step.
Andi could only hold onto him. First Regulus being her escort, then Travers, now Sirius. Ugh, what was with these pureblood men! Not that it was bad to finally find Sirius.
"I'm your date?"she hissed, slapping his chest when he snorted. "And where have you been all night?" she asked, focusing a bit more on their movements as the music slowed in tempo.
"Preoccupied in the worse sense," he answered, ignoring her first question and pinning her to him as they twirled again. He leaned down close, lips brushing her ear. "I'm glad I was finally able to get away though. My my, gem, you look delicious." His words sent a shiver down her spine, even more so when his dug his fingers into her hip. It was even worse with how amazing he looked. Hair slicked back, dark robes but with a little Gryffindor rebellion in the dark gold waistcoat and scarlet tie. He even had a little lion on his tie pin. Then his fingers moved over, just barely brushing her arse. Oh, wow.
Andi took a deep calming breath and lifted a brow. "What preoccupied you, Mr Black?"
His eyes hardened for a moment then he shook his head slightly. "Later. Just...let me enjoy this. It's not every day I can get you in my arms when you look like an expensive sweet."
She couldn't help but laugh at that one, which pleased him immensely judging by the way his eyes lit up. They continued their dance, though this time the disappearing distance wasn't sickening. Sirius was by far the best partner she'd had yet. He dipped and twirled her about like it was as easy as breathing, even pulling some odd lift that she hadn't even learned, much less seen anyone else do.
Near the end of the next song, he moved them to the edges of the crowd before making an elegant turn and waltzed right down a narrow hall, completely hidden by one of the enormous trees. Before she could even blink, he pulled her around another corner and into an empty room, closing the door behind him. Andi leaned against the nearest wall with a sigh once they separated, pushing a stray curl from her face and looking around. It was a dark, unused tea room, the furniture covered in white sheets and not a single light to be seen other than the moonlight reflecting off the snow and in through a window. Finally, away from that circus. Sirius dropped onto a nearby chair, groaning and letting his head call back.
She pushed away from the wall and stepped close, crossing her arms and giving him a hard look. "So. We're away. Fill me in."
He slowly pulled himself up before flopping forward and grabbing her around the waist. A quick tug had her stumbling forward and bracing her hands on her shoulders with a squeak. She huffed, glaring down as he let his head fall back again to look up at her with an odd expression.
"Sirius?" she asked, feeling a hint of worry as his brows furrowed.
His mouth tightened. "Do you...remember during first year when everyone seemed to think my mother was pushing to set us up?"
She felt her face grow warm at the memory . "Eh, yeah. Why?"
"Don't have to worry about that anymore," he said softly, but he didn't seem very pleased about it. Her own brows furrowed in confusion.
"What does that have to do with-"
"I'm unofficially betrothed to someone, Andi. Walburga's already started the paperwork." All the bubbly she'd drank before seemed to sudden revolt against her stomach. No.
"Wha-but-Who?!" she gasped, fingers tightening on his shoulders as her balance wavered. His face screwed up in distaste.
"Alecto Carrow. Mother dearest seems to think that I need a good Slytherin woman to show me the way. Keep me in check. The cow's been glued to me all night," he spat.
"That's ridiculous! I-you-but you're still in school and-" Andi growled in aggravation. "We can't let this happen!"
"I don't plan on it. It's just going to cause some...issues," he grumbled before sighing. He pulled her closer, opening his legs and tucking her between them. "I'd rather not think about it right now." His voice was muffled as he buried his face against her stomach.
Andi sighed again, sliding her arms around his neck and ran her fingers through his hair. This was a mess. Why did everything have to be so damn complicated? Secrets from her grandmother, pureblood scheming, her brother's odd behavior, now Sirius potentially being betrothed to one of the crazier blood purists in school. It just kept piling up.
After a moment, Sirius pulled back just a bit, looking up at her. She tilted her head in silent reply as his eyes roved over her face. Her tongue darted out to unconsciously lick her lips, drawing his gaze there. His eyes darkened as his arms loosened, allowing his hands to slide down to grasp her hips.
"You really are beautiful, you know that?" he said quietly, voice growing just a bit husky. Her stomach clenched at his words, heat pooling just beneath it. Gods, why did he have to be so handsome? She drew her lips in, not saying anything in return. "Do you think Moony would kill me if I kissed you?"
Her mouth dropped open. "Eh? Me? Sirius, you can't be seri-"
"I'm always Sirius, gem," he said with a grin, hands sliding up and down her sides. Her muscles tightened at his touch, the skin tingling beneath her dress. "But right now, I just really want to kiss you. Is that really so hard to believe?"
Her mouth worked, but no words came out. Was he crazy? Well, of course he was. He was Sirius Black. Mad as a hatter. But this was just-just- She scrambled to make sense of her thoughts, but his hands wouldn't stop moving. They slid down, smoothing over her hips, her lower back, to her arse. Just light touches but the tingling was turning to a burn and her breath was coming quicker.
"Aren't you the one who said friends can snog without the world ending?" he murmured. She could only nod. Her throat was too tight for her to even try speaking. With a swift move, he pulled her down onto his lap, back bent slightly over one of his arms. She had to tilt her head back to keep their eyes locked. She wouldn't have been able to look away even if she'd wanted to. Was this what he was like with all those random girls he charmed? So very intense, like she was the only thing in existence at the moment. It made it easier to believe how many followed him around like lost puppies.
He leaned down close, his free hand cupping her jaw and fingers caressing her pulse at her neck. Any air she drew in stuck in her throat, her whole body tense as he moved even closer, lips brushing so lightly over hers. Oh, he needed to kiss her. Fuck the gala, fuck Alecto, fuck everything! She tightened her arms around his neck, about to pull him down fully when the loud sound of footsteps echoed outside the door. They jerked apart then froze, both staring at the door in panic. The footsteps grew closer and Sirius cursed. Hide! They needed to hide!
Andi scrambled up to her feet, shoved the farthest sofa into a corner, and dove behind it. He followed behind, dropping down atop her. Thankfully the sheet hid them from view. The door opened a moment later, a pair entered, then closed the door again. She strained her ears, trying to listen and ignore just how nice it felt to have him over her.
"We've only a few moments. Report," a voice snapped.
Someone cleared their throat. "I've made significant progress. The boy seems hungry for any information we can give. I'll need another few months to get him to agree to a deal, but I can promise you he will. We can use him after I'm no longer able to be there. Perhaps for recruitment." That voice was familiar. Where had she heard it before?
"Good. And the girl? It's of utmost importance that we get both of them."
"She's out of reach right now. I have a few plans already set and started. It will be much easier if we get the boy and let it go on its own from there."
The first grunted in acknowledgement. "What about the rest of group? You mentioned a good number of potential recruits."
"Yes. I've been talking to the more eager ones. They're taking to everything well. Come June, we'll be adding quite a few to our numbers and even more just waiting till their older."
"Excellent. The Lord will be pleased. You've done good work."
"Thank you. Is there anything else?"
"No, no. Best we return. Come."
The door opened and closed again. Andi laid back fully as her tense muscles turned to jelly. Sirius was still over her on his hands and knees, eyes wide as he gaped down at her.
"What the bloody hell was that?" he whispered.
"I-I don't know." She swallowed and started to push up, only to stop when Sirius didn't move. When she met his eyes, she couldn't quite tell what he was thinking. "Sirius, we have to go back."
He didn't say anything for a few moments. His eyes shone in the faint light, moving over her face. "Do you really want to get back to my brother so badly?" he asked, mouth pulling into a tight line.
Oh, Sirius. She sighed and touched his cheek, feeling a tug at her heart when his brows dropped and he leaned into it. "You know I'd much rather spend the evening with you, you idiot. Even if it's on the floor behind a couch with...something digging into my back." Her words seemed to ease his worries, but the insecurity was still there. "The only reason I even came was because my grandmother wanted me to do this stupid thing. I feel like it's another test."
Realization seemed to dawn on him, Sirius' eyes widening. "To find out more about your parents."
Andi let her hand fall away, a bit surprised. "You remember that?" She hadn't expected that at all. It had been almost two years since the stupid broom incident after all. Before they could even stand to be in the same room as each other.
"Of course," he said, looking at her like she was crazy. "Well, let's go then." He shoved himself up before leaning down to pull her up as well. Andi grimaced, rubbing the small of her back as she nudged the sofa back out and walking towards the door. "Hold on."
She turned back, finding Sirius holding the pin in his hand. She reached up into her hair to find that it had indeed fallen out. He grinned and spun his finger around for her to turn again. She did so, stiffening when he moved close. His fingers were in her hair, carefully pushing the pin back in, but they didn't pull away when he was finished. Instead he moved them down, brushing her hair to go over her left shoulder and trailing them lightly over her right. Andi fought the urge to just lean back into him, a soft sigh escaping her as they slid along her neckline, nudging her robes off her shoulder. Before she could question it, his mouth was pressed to her mark, sending a surge of heat through her. Just as quickly, his lips were gone and the robes were straightened. She let out a breath, giving him an unamused glare when he slipped around her, his own face split with a wicked grin.
After checking to make sure the coast was clear, they slipped out. They took up their dancing positions and moved back into the still waltzing group. No one seemed to notice. Andi forced the worries from earlier away, focusing on the boy before her as they moved about. Yes, he was smiling, but it seemed a bit forced, his eyes missing their normal warmth. He didn't want to go back. The feeling crushed her.
The song ended and they bowed to each other. Sirius tucked her hand into his arm and led her off, having spotted Regulus and much to her disgust, Alecto. Reg straightened when he saw them, stepping up to take Andi's hand. The two brothers only gave each other stoney looks.
"Brother," Reg said, his voice low and cold. "I see that you've managed to steal my date for the evening."
"Quite the contrary. You left her with Travers," Sirius replied. Andi almost flinched at his hard tone. "Rather foolish of you. He was quite loose with his affections on her person."
Reg sucked in a quick breath before nodding. "I see. Thank you then."
"Sirius, darling, where have you been?" This time, everyone cringed slightly. Alecto practically threw herself at Sirius, grabbing onto his arm and pouting. "I've been dreadfully lonely without you."
"I was just introducing Andalora to a few family friends," he said. His mask was perfect. Not a hint of disgust showed. "Her brother asked it as a favor. It's the least I could do with how kind he's been to me the past year."
Alecto ate it up, giving him an adoring smile. "Oh, you are so sweet! Always taking care of the less fortunate." She threw a scathing glance at Andi before starting to drag Sirius away. "My mother has been dying to speak with you all night. Come, come!"
Once the pair disappeared into the crowd, Reg turned to her fully, face conflicted. "Are you alright?" he asked, taking both her hands in his.
She gave him a soft smile and nodded. "Yes, Reg. I'm fine. How about we...avoid dancing for the rest of the night. I don't want to deal with Travers again," she said, nervously glancing around.
"Of course."
The rest of the evening seemed to drag. Not that it was terrible. Reg was quite clever, telling jokes and some of the funnier stories about his fellow housemates. They were really only bothered once or twice. Felix and Lucius to greet the two of them. Andi couldn't help but shudder at the odd look Malfoy gave her. Another was a pleasant one. Frank Longbottom and his wonderfully blunt mother.
By time midnight rolled around, Andi was dying to leave. Thankfully her grandmother found her, just as ready to go and strangely without her brother. "We must be heading back, Andalora."
"Yes, grandmother," Andi replied and allowed Reg to help her up.
He bowed over her hand, placing a kiss on the back of it. "I hope to do this again," he said, giving her his first real smile all night. "Though in a less formal setting." She returned it.
"Yes. Maybe once we get back to Hogwarts. Well...Goodnight, Regulus."
"Goodnight."
Andi held back a cringe at the painfully stiff farewell and followed her grandmother through the hallways. As they walked, she let her thoughts wander. Had she done it? Did she pass the stupid test? She had been polite and calm. Didn't step on anyone's foot while dancing. No one had noticed her momentary disappearance with Sirius. It was a good time to ask again. Gran just had to tell her.
As soon as they stepped out of the floo into the manor, Andi walked up to her grandmother and straightened up as best she could. "Gran, I feel as though I've proven myself as a proper pureblood. I didn't cause any issues at the gala. Will you please tell me about mom and dad?"
That perfect mask snapped into place. Those light green eyes hardened as she stood silent for a minute. "I'm sorry, Andalora, but I cannot do that. While you have made marvelous progress, there is still much for you to learn. And, as much as I hate to repeat myself, you are still too young. Some of the things you wish to know are...difficult to understand."
Any semblance of patience Andi had managed to keep all night snapped. "I don't care! They're my parents and I have a right to know! I've done everything you've told me to, bowed over backwards. I'm not some stupid little girl anymore. Why am I a pureblood? Mom was a squib and dad is a muggle. Who are you lying to? Not to mention the other things you're hiding. Does Felix-"
"Enough! We will discuss this no farther, young lady!" her grandmother snapped, face turning a dark shade of red.
"No! I'm done with you hiding things and lying to me! I deserve-"
"You deserve nothing." Andi jerked back, eyes filling with tears are the sudden harsh words. "I took you into my home, clothed you, fed you. I didn't have to. I did it because you are family. Even after your mother abandoned us. Ran off to another country after everything I did for her! I-" Cressida snapped her mouth closed, holding a shaking hand over her face. "Go. Go to your room!"
Andi was frozen for a moment before she spun on her heel and sprinting up the steps. The house felt suffocating as she ran into her dark room, and closed the door. Her chest ached, each beat of her heart seeming to spread the pain. Is that how she felt? Did her grandmother hate her? She dropped to the floor, hugging her knees to her chest as the tears started to fall. Why was she even still here? Obviously she wasn't wanted.
She stood and rubbed the tears from her face. She'd leave. There was no point in staying. She threw her trunk open, digging around and pulling out her broom. Remus. He was close enough to fly to. As well as the only one where she had a general idea of where he was. It must be close if he was able to walk to their old spot. With quick movements, she kicked off her heels and threw open the window. The wind that blew in was cold, but it felt wonderful on her face, cooling her hot cheeks. She mounted her broom and shot out.
Once outside, the breeze changed from refreshing to freezing. The wind whipped her around, screaming through the trees and immediately chilled her to the bone. She ignored it, urging her broom out over the forest. It was beautiful to see, even with all the leaves gone. It stretched out to the horizon with no breaks for kilometers. She pushed forward, searching the tops for the clearing and her crooked old tree. Thankfully it wasn't hard to find. She paused for a moment, flying down to reach out and touch their perch. It warmed her heart to see but also made it ache fiercely. She hadn't realized just how much she missed their midnight trips. Just the two of them.
She pulled back up, righting herself to figure out the direction. He came from the east, every time. She turned and shot out that way, allowing herself to go as fast as possible. She flew for what felt like hours, the cold getting worse by the minute. Stupid. She should have at least grabbed a cloak. At this rate she would freeze to death before she got there.
Another few minutes and she saw it, finally. A decent sized cottage with a red tiled roof stood in another small clearing. Andi slowed to a stop, hovering just to the side of it. She was here. Then she realized, she didn't know which room was Remus'. She cursed to herself, slowly circling the house. There had to be a way to tell.
All the windows were closed tight, of course, but luck was with her as most had the curtains open. The lower floor was only sitting rooms and a kitchen. The second floor was about the same. The first three windows showed nothing. An empty bedroom, a hallway, and his parents, both in bed. She pulled around the last corner and let out a breath of relief. The last window and the light was on. She pulled up beside it, peeking in to see Remus, still awake at a desk under the window, head down as he scribbled on a roll of parchment.
With a shaking hand, she reached out and tapped on the glass. At first he didn't even noticed. Another tap and his head jerked up, mouth dropping open as soon as he saw her. He scrambled to his feet and threw the window open.
"Andi? What the fuck are you doing here?" he gasped.
"C-c-can I c-c-come in?" she asked, stuttering as her shivers grew stronger.
He cursed, but nodded, stepping aside to allow her room. She ducked in, dropping to the floor with the broomstick still in her frozen fingers as soon as she passed over the desk. Remus dropped to his knees beside her, panicking.
"You are absolutely mad," he whispered, throwing a blanket over her shoulders and reaching down to gently pry her hands from the broom. "What are you doing here? It's half past one and bloody freezing out!"
She didn't answer, tears burning her eyes again and choking her words. She only shook her head, shoulders bowing over. The flight over hadn't done anything to ease the pain. It rushed back with the heat. He seemed to understand, just sighing and carefully lifting her up into his lap.
"We've got to get you warmed up," he murmured, tucking her under his chin and gently rubbing her hands between his. All she could do was cuddle close and draw in deep breaths. He was so warm, so comforting. His touch relaxed her instantly.
They stayed curled up on the floor, the minutes ticking by. Andi shifted when the clock struck two, drying her face before lifting her head back to look up at him. He was staring at her already, dark green eyes filled with concern. Guilt welled up when she took in his usual pre-moon pallor and terrible dark circles. His hand came up to trace around her eyes. "Where are your glasses?" he asked.
"Gran didn't think I should wear them tonight," she said, suddenly feeling insecure. "Took some weird potion to temporarily correct my eyes. Does it...look bad?"
He gave her a soft smile. "No. Just different. I'm so used to seeing you with them on." He paused, the smile turning down into a pensive look. "Why are you here, Andi? Did something happen at the gala?"
She ducked her head again, staring at her bracelet as she fiddled with it. "No. That went surprisingly well, to an extent. I-" She paused, drawing in her bottom lip to chew on it. "I had a terrible row with Gran. I couldn't stand being in that place anymore. Can I stay here tonight?"
Remus sighed and rested his forehead against the top of her head. "You are a nutter," he said with a laugh. "Yes, but only because you're in no shape to fly back." He shifted her in his arms, slowly standing while still holding her up. She squealed, throwing her arms around his neck. "I don't know how I'm going to explain this to my parents if they find out."
"Remus, put me down!" His arms only tightened more as he moved across the room towards his bed. "I'm can't sleep in this get up," she said, trying hard to keep her voice low.
"You'll tip right over if I don't carry you. Just hold on." He carefully set her down on the edge of the bed then knelt before her. She slapped his hands away when he reached around to tug at her various pins holding her hair up.
"I'm not an invalid. I'm much better now that I'm warm," she grumbled, glowering at him when he laughed again. She pushed the blanket off her shoulders and reached up. First was the pin Reg had given her. Remus' eyes widened at the sight of it as she set it on the bedside table, but wisely didn't say anything. It was a relief once she pulled out the last one, allowing her hair to fall down her back. Her scalped ached once the weight was eased.
Andi looked up, running her fingers through her hair to find Remus staring at her, dark eyes still filled with concern, but also need. She swallowed to wet her quickly drying throat. "Could I borrow some clothes?"
Her words broke his trance and he jumped up, clearing his throat. "Uh, right. Let me see if I have anything that will fit you." He hurried over to his wardrobe, diving in to shuffle through his clothes.
As he dug around, she leaned back and looked around. It was very much his room. There were books everywhere. Shoved on his abnormal amount of bookshelves, stacked on the floor, atop his wardrobe, even a few under her feet as they poked out from under his bed. Interspersed with all of that were other curious things. Small glass orbs filled with shimmering and shifting mist, an odd looking telescope, and what looked like a box of fangs. Even an old looking science project of the solar system atop a shelf, clumsily painted and lumpy. It brought a smile to her face.
When he turned back around, a bundle of clothes in his arms, she stood, still smiling. She couldn't say why, but she felt...more at ease than she usually did. Perhaps it was just how normal it looked. It wasn't perfectly kept with posh furniture arranged a certain way or the odd minimalist designs she was used to at the manor or her father's apartments. Just cozy and well lived. It was a home. He tilted his head in question at her change in mood, but she just shook her head and took the clothes from him.
"They might be a bit too big, but it's the only thing I have," he said, rubbing the back of his head and shifting from foot to foot.
"Better than these robes," she said, lifting the shirt. The plain white t shirt was indeed big. It easily went to her knees when she held it up to her chest. It would work just fine. She reached up behind her, feeling around for the top button on her robes. It was just out of reach. After a moment of her useless stretching, Remus laughed and pushed her hands away.
"Just let me," he murmured, the grin in his voice making her giggle. His own fingers made quick work of the buttons and she sighed as the pressure was released from her chest. Damn, that thing had been worse than she'd thought. She shrugged the robes off and reached back again to unhook her bra automatically only to stop when Remus sputtered. She snorted and looked back, finding him across the room again with his face pushed up against the wall.
"Moony, what are you doing?" she asked, turning around. He peeked over, choked, and slapped a hand over his eyes.
"Trying to be polite!" When she laughed, he growled. "Merlin, Andi, just get dressed!" he pleaded.
"Not like you aren't going to see it eventually," she said casually, taking her bra off and tugging on the shirt. His only response was a muffled groan. "I'm decent now, oh chivalrous one."
When he dropped his hand, he gave her a deadpan look, completely ruined by his red face. "Bottoms."
"I don't wear them to bed," she replied, tossing the pair he'd given her back. She dropped onto the bed and spread out her arms and legs, grinning when Remus sucked in a deep breath. She knew it was mean, but it was so perfect how he reacted.
After a moment of him fidgeting in place, he tossed the pants over his shoulder and climbed up beside her. "Are you set on driving me insane tonight?" he asked, purposely leaving some space between them. It warmed her heart at how hard he was trying to be careful with her. But that wasn't what she wanted.
"No, Moony. Just trying to get you to realize something." She reached out and hooked a finger on the collar of his shirt. "How are the pre-moon jitters this month? And be honest."
His eyes flashed gold but he grimaced. "A bit worse than normal," he answered, swallowing hard when she shifted closer.
"Let me help then. How often do we get a chance to be alone like this?" she whispered, taking one of his hands and placing it on her leg.
Remus jerked it back as it she'd burned him and clenched his jaw. The action sent a jab of hurt into her heart. "I-I don't think that's a good idea."
"Why? Did I do something wrong again?" she asked, biting her tongue and hunching her shoulders when the pain from earlier crept back up.
"No, no," he said quickly. "I just-ah-bollocks!" He ran a hand through his hair, frustration clear on his face. "I just don't want to push you. You were so upset earlier. I-I understand if you don't want to talk about it yet, but-"
He was so sweet, so careful. But he needed to shut up. Having enough of his explanations, Andi grabbed a fistful of his shirt, yanked him down, and kissed him. He fell down atop her, arms holding himself up, but stayed unmoving. After a moment of her trying to coax him into joining and received nothing, she eased back. His eyes were shifting between gold and green before he pinched him closed, his jaw still clenched as he fought off the wolf. She immediately regretted pushing him. Gods, she was being selfish.
She rolled away, putting her back to him, and pulled the covers over herself, trying to put a bit of distance between them again. Stupid, stupid! Everything she did tonight just caused everyone around her issues. And she just kept doing it. He was afraid of taking advantage of her because she had been upset, but it was she that was doing it. Her stomach churned at the thoughts and she curled up, tucking her knees up.
Remus let out an explosive breath behind her, the faint growl ever present, before he laid a hand on her shoulder. "Andi…"
"I'm sorry. Just forget I said anything," she said quickly.
"No. Don't do this." The hand pulled her onto her back and he leaned down to force her to look at him. His brows were furrowed and mouth tight as he looked over her face. "What happened?"
Why did he have to have such trusting eyes? Andi cursed silently to herself before finally giving in. "I tried to ask Gran about my mom again. I just...I've done everything she's asked, Remus. Everything! I deserve to know! But she-she said such hurtful things. Maybe she's right. I don't deserve any of this."
"Of course you do!" he snapped. "Regardless of what she said, you deserve to know. But…" He sighed and laid down, an arm wrapping around her waist to pull her close. She shifted and laid her head on his shoulder. "I think your grandmother is under a lot of pressure. You were right when you thought that something was happening. My parents are always whispering about things when they think I'm not around."
"I wish they would tell us," she said, closing her eyes and nuzzling into his neck. He was warm. It calmed her.
"Even if they did, there's nothing we can do. I know that it's frustrating, but we'll just have to accept it. They want to protect us. It's the same with knowing about your parents. It must be hard for her to even think about it. You should respect her wishes and trust she'll tell you when she feels you're ready." His words had a painful truth to them.
"I hate it when you're right. When did you get so smart?" she grumbled. She really was a selfish brat.
He chuckled and looked down at her, a brow raised. "I'm always smart."
She jabbed him with a finger, but couldn't help but smile. "I'll apologize tomorrow. Now." With a swift move, she rolled atop him to straddle his stomach and grinned when he sucked in a breath. "I'm not letting you distract me from this anymore."
His hands went to her thighs, fingers digging in. She felt a burst of pride when his eyes flashed and stayed gold. "Andi-"
"Oh no. Don't you dare tell me it's a bad time again. I want this. Don't you?"
"Merlin, yes. But my parents-"
She tugged up the hem of his shirt and slid her hands under, running them up his chest and feeling very pleased when his words died. "We'll just have to be quiet then," she murmured, leaning down and kissing along his jaw. She'd never really gotten to do this before, just feeling him. All the other times had just been quick snogs where he tended to take over. He always got to taste her. She wanted to taste him. To make him feel.
Andi trailed her lips to his ear, placing open mouthed kisses along his skin and nipping at his ear lobe. A curl of pleasure wound in her belly when he panted and turned his head to give her better access, his hands sliding up under her shirt. Her skin burned where he touched and she hummed, nibbling along his neck. She couldn't place just what he tasted like. Nothing sweet like he said she did. But it was him and she loved it.
Her thoughts crashed to a halt when his fingers brushed along the sides of her breasts. Oh. Oh, that felt good. He'd never touched her there before. She sat back for a moment and grabbed the hem of her shirt, starting to pull it off. He grabbed her hands, stopping her. She met his eyes, confused, but smiled at the hesitance on his face.
"I want to," she said softly.
After a moment, he nodded and let go. She closed her eyes and pulled the shirt off, shivering slightly at the cold air. His sharp intake of air and quiet groan chased away any nerves she'd felt. She opened her eyes again and flushed at the look of hunger on his face.
Remus carefully skimmed his hands along her sides, his eyes following them with an reverence. She let her head fall back once his hot hands cupped her breasts, a wave of heat hitting her. It was so different from her own as he squeezed slightly, feeling for the first time. Different and so much better. Then his thumb brushed over a nipple and she gasped, arching her back slightly.
Her noise seemed to break the gentle moment. Remus sat up suddenly and she squeaked, bracing her hands on his shoulders as she slid down into his lap. The ache between her thighs grew when she felt his hardness press against her bottom. Before she could do anything else, he kissed her roughly. She gasped against his lips and kissed back, a muffled moan escaping her when his tongue slid in and tangled with hers. She wasn't sure how long they kissed when he pulled his mouth away. He didn't waste a moment, kissing down her neck, shoulder, along her collar bone, but stopped just above her chest, breath fanning over her skin.
She slid her fingers into his hair, tugging at it a bit to urge him on. It must have done something because he growled and wrapped his arms around her waist, flipping them over with a quick jerk. Her back hit the bed and the air left her lungs, not from the sudden pressure but his lips moving down and latching onto a nipple. She let out a curse, the fingers still in his hair tightening as it sent a burst of pleasure through her. Each swipe of his tongue made the curl in her gut tighten, his exploring and tasting drawing more small noises from her.
Wanting to return the feeling, she shifted and wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling them to meet hers. They both gasped at the sudden contact, shuddering and clinging to each other. He was hard against her, the feel of it so very wonderful when he shifted slightly and rubbed along her. Even with the material of their knickers acting as a barrier, it was maddening. She couldn't stop the moan, her hips jerking in return. Remus pulled away from her chest, wrapping his arms around her and burying his face in her shoulder to kiss at her mark.
Now, she knew how to get herself off. She'd spent many nights of experimenting and finding out what felt good. But this was a whole new level of feeling. When he started to rock his hips, each movement caused him to graze that small bundle of nerves, sending jolt after jolt of pleasure shooting through her. Her nails dug into his neck as she mewled, head thrown back against the pillow. He pressed down more, grinding his length along her and adding his own soft grunts to her noises. The pressure grew and she bit down on her lip, feeling that coil of need almost at its breaking point.
"R-Remus, faster," she panted in his ear. "So close-ah!" He growled at her words, hips thrusting harder along her. Her hands scrabbled at his back, nails skidding over his shirt.
Just as she felt like she would lose her mind, he sealed his mouth over the mark fully, teeth and tongue worrying it. It sent her over the edge. She pressed her face against his shoulder, trying desperately to muffle her keening as she shuddered through the intense barrage of her orgasm. He didn't stop moving when she came and his frenzied movements just kept the waves coming. After a moment he stiffened against her and moaned. She felt the heat as he came as well, their knickers now sodden.
They laid there for a few minutes, wrapped around each other and panting. She ran her hands up his back and shifted, nudging him to lift up a bit. He did so and met her gaze, still breathing heavy. His eyes were back to their normal green, so very dark and hazy with contentment. She smiled softly, reaching up to brush his hair that stuck to the sweat on his forehead.
Remus smiled and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. "Wow," he murmured against her lips. "That was…"
"Amazing?" she finished, giggling when he nodded. "We need to do that more often."
He laughed, pushing his forehead to hers. "I don't know how we'll ever get a chance to with the others around. Especially with Sirius always popping up at the worst times."
Andi nuzzled her nose against his. "Yes, well, he still very much wants to...join us."
He jerked his head back at that, blinking. "Wha-wait, do you mean…"
She rolled her eyes and nodded. "It's not like he hasn't said it. He been serious every time he talks about wanting to be apart of the pack. It's not just a spur of the moment urge for him."
Remus' face clouded over, confusion and something else pulling at his features. He separated from her, sitting up and running both hands through his hair. "I was hoping he'd forget about it," he muttered.
Andi sat up as well, laying a hand on his leg. "Have you given it any thought?"
"Of course! But, Merlin, he's a bloke, Andi. I-I'd have to-" He blushed, a hand over his mouth as he stared at the ground.
She fought back a smile, feeling a bit bad at sending him into such a panic. "What, you don't think you could kiss a boy? Have you ever tried it? I find it quite nice." When he choked, she did laugh.
"You really are trying to kill," he groaned, hands moving to cover his face.
"No. Just pointing out facts." She paused, remembering earlier in the night, in that dark tea room. "What if I kissed him? Would that upset you?"
He lifted his head, turning to her with his face still screwed up in thought. He opened his mouth then closed it, trying to find words. "I...I don't think so. The others don't seem to bother me, like-well-Russelby did," he answered quietly then swallowed hard.
"Do you want him in the pack?" His shoulders tensed up at that, but gave a jerky nod. "Then I think...that we should just-I don't know- try it."
Remus let out a long breath and looked at his lap, hands twisting together. "I suppose you're right. About something, at least." He snorted to himself, picked up her discarded shirt, and tossed it to her. She pulled it back on then wrapped her arms around one of his.
"Don't worry about it right now," she said, resting her chin on his shoulder. "Let's just get some sleep."
They settled back into bed, her curled up against his chest, his arms loosely wrapped around her. It was perfect, laying like that. She grinned to herself and rubbed her face against him, earning a chuckle and light squeeze. She still felt a bit sticky, after their, well, dry rutting she supposed, but she was content. Tomorrow would be a better day. She would make sure of it.
AN: Hm. Hmm. Not sure what to say on this. Eh, the plot is starting to grow? No, wait, it's...thickening? Eh, cliche. The characters are growing, relationships are moving, and hormones are still very much a thing. It will only keep complicating from here!
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