It's chapter 11! Yaaaaaay… this is dedicated to 0semway-tier0. Why? Because he was the first reviewer. (You all checked out his fic, right?)

I sincerely hope that you Americans or Classic American Movie Lovers all get the movie reference I oh so wonderfully slipped in here…

I felt really, really… really bad after typing this chapter. You'll see why in a few moments.

The next day at school was mostly uneventful for Remus. He went to all of his classes, took good notes, and answered all of the questions that the Teachers asked. In his History Class, which was the only class besides lunch that he attended with Tonks, Remus sat in the very back of the room next to Tonks and spaced out while Mr. Binns, the History teacher, took attendance and Tonks texted (quite obviously) underneath her desk. Mr. Binns noticed nothing and went down the list of names.

"Ackerman…"

"Here."

"Adams…"

"So where did you go last night?" Tonks asked, casually looking up from her phone. "I remember you saying to Dolohov that you were busy and I was wondering if it was just an excuse, or what?"

"…Huh?" Remus hadn't heard Tonks' question. Her short new fire hydrant red buzz cut was much too distracting. He had thought that nothing could have possibly been more eye catching then the hot bubblegum pink that Tonks' hair had used to be, but evidently, Remus had thought wrong. Tonks looked like one of the Weasley boys from that sitcom 'The Burrow', or something.

"Here."

"Adlers…"

"Where did you go last night?"

"Oh. My friend, Rosemerta, had this party thing she dragged me along to." Remus yawned and wiped a bit of drool off of the corner of his mouth.

Tonks felt a jolt of jealousy in her stomach. "What kind of party?" Tonks tried not to sound upset. "Was it fun?"

"It was… eventful." Remus smirked slightly.

"Here."

"What kind of a party was it?"

"Banks…"

"It was, like, some sort of Baby Shower or something."

"Here."

"Oh." Tonks paused for a moment, before plowing on. "Are you dating her? This Rosemerta girl?"

"Bennetts…"

"Here."

Remus made a face. "Ew… ew! Oh God no…" Remus gave a delicate little shudder before casting an odd look in Tonks' direction. "Nyphadora Adamaris Tonks… you do know that I'm gay, don't you?"

"WHAT?"

Everyone in the classroom, except Mr. Binns, turned to stare at Remus and Tonks. Tonks glared at them and they all turned back around. Everyone knew that a girl with fire hydrant red hair and multiple facial piercings was bound to be trouble.

"Bueller…"

"Why do you seem so shocked?"

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I thought that you knew! I mean it was sort of obvious."

"Bueller…"

"How was it obvious?"

Remus stared at Tonks and felt himself growing unreasonably angry with his friend. "How could you not know?" He hissed. "Are you really that unobservant? God, Tonks! Maybe if you stopped paying so much attention to yourself and your hair and more to me then maybe you'd have known that I'm fucking gay, my parents disowned me, and I'm living off of some woman I met less than a week ago!"

"Bueller… Ferris Bueller…."

"HE'S NOT HERE!" Remus' face was nearly the shade of Tonks' hair, and angry, embarrassed tears sprang from his eyes.

Mr. Binns looked vaguely surprised. "Oh… quite right, Robert… my apologies…"

Remus closed her eyes and took a deep breath, willing himself not to cry. And then he stood up and walked out of the room, leaving a still and shocked Nyphadora Adamaris Tonks in his wake. Remus stormed down the hall with the unreasonable anger still coursing through his veins. Rounding a corner, Remus found himself bumping into something solid.

"Sorry." He muttered, looking up. Who he saw leering at him made his apology die in his throat and his stomach pummel down to his feet.

"Where's the fire, Lupin?" Avery Nott, Brian Yaxely, Antonin Dolohov, and Igor Karkaroff were standing in a semi-circle, cutting off Remus' exit. Dolohov smirked lecherously at him. "I didn't think that you were the type to skip school… you're quite the rebel."

Remus flushed and kept his eyes on the floor. "Excuse me, but I need to get p-p-past." Damn. That stutter would be the death of him.

The four boys standing in front of Remus laughed cruelly. "So shy!" Dolohov's had shot out and grabbed Remus by his chin.

"Don't touch me" Remus spat and jerked away from Dolohov's unwelcome touch.

"Oooh, he's so feisty!" Nott laughed as Dolohov grabbed Remus by his waist and practically threw him towards Yaxley.

"Just like the Russian girls back home." Kakaroff added in his thick accent.

Remus found his arms trapped at his sides and his back pressed against Yaxley's front while something disturbingly large jabbed his back... Remus hoped that it was just a mutated plantain or a really long and thick phone in Yaxley's pants and not his dick. Remus started to tremble in fear.

"What are you going to do to me?" Remus whispered silently begging Dolohov, who was obviously the leader, with wide tearful eyes.

Dolohov leered, and stepped towards Remus until he was tightly sandwiched between Yaxley and Dolohov. "What do you think we're going to do to you, Lupin?"

Tears started to drip from Remus' eyes. "Please don't... Please... I'll pay you-" Remus was suddenly slapped hard across his face.

"And what makes you think that we want your filthy money?" Dolohov spat, and slapped Remus again. "We just wanna have some fun breaking you... That's all."

Both Yaxley and Dolohov's hands started to knead and squeeze Remus' arse, and Yaxley began to grind against his backside. "Don't... Please don- PLEASE!" Remus' jeans and shirt were literally ripped from his body, totally exposing him to his attackers.

"You're so innocent looking." Dolohov chuckled, tweaking Remus' nipples. "But of course WE know better, don't we Lupin?"

Remus was dragged past a door that was a few feet away, and he found himself in the Boys Locker Room. "Watch the door." Dolohov ordered Nott and shoved Remus so that his face was smashed into a slightly sticky bench and his arse was in the air.

Remus let out a sob. He didn't want this... He didn't want this hard brutal fuck... He wanted to make slow gentle love. 'With Sirius'. "Please don't..." Remus sobbed when he felt something large, blunt, and hard press itself to his entrance. "I don't want you inside of me! I DON'T WANT-" And then Yaxley was ball deep inside of him. Remus screamed as he felt himself being ripped apart. Yaxley was too long and too thick and Remus was unprepared, dry, and unwilling.

Suddenly Remus' mouth was pried open and Karkaroff thrust inside of him. "Bite me, and this goes all over the Internet." He panted. Remus gagged… He couldn't breath. Every time Yaxley pushed inside, Remus jerked forward and Kakaroff went deeper. Remus could hear Dolohov and Nott laughing, and could see the red light of a video camera.

"Open your mouth wider." Dolohov suddenly snarled. Remus obeyed. He didn't want to hurt any more. Maybe if he did as he was told, they would stop and leave him to curl up in a ball and die.

Remus choked as Dolohov and Kakaroff took turns fucking his mouth, and gagged every time one of them touched the back of his throat. "Take it all, Little Bitch…" Kakaroff moaned and surged forward until Remus' nose was filled with curly and sweat drenched pubic hair. Remus retched and then vomited.

"… Fuck." Yaxley groaned and started to move faster and harder. "Make him do that again." They did, and Remus threw up again. Before he could recover Dolohov was back in his mouth. He tasted of Remus' vomit and unwashed underwear.

Remus was in Hell. He wanted to die. He tried not to move as his attackers moved inside of him. He was drenched in sweat, vomit, and he could feel blood running down the back of his thighs. He wished that it was over… he didn't want this. He wanted love. Suddenly, Remus was choking on semen as both Kakaroff and Dolohov came down his throat. Yaxley soon followed filling Remus like a sperm bank. Yaxley roughly pulled out and wiped himself off on Remus' ripped clothes before following Nott and Kakaroff out the door. Dolohov stayed and stared at Remus' still form or a moment before spitting on him and walking away.

Remus slipped off of the bench and curled up in a fetal position on the dirty, yet thankfully cold floor. And that's how Tonks found him two hours later.

SEE WHY I FEEL BAD? ? ! ! God… I think I'm going to go hide my face in shame now…. Please forgive me.