Chapter Eleven

C o m p l i c a t i o n s , C o m p l i c a t i o n s = S o l v e d

Remus

Author note: Well, it didn't take quite a year to post another chapter this time. Again, sorry! I applaud my faithful readers for sticking with me for so long, considering I'm rather fickle with my updating. Anyway, sorry! More to come, eventually. So here's some more hilarity and fluff! My intentions were not to end this chapter where I did, but I figured everyone had waited long enough for something new.

At the moment, I was doing something very childish; my hands were cupped over my ears, trying to block out the sound while I reinforced the sound block with a continuous lalala. James and Sirius were not going to let me live down anything they had just seen or heard. I wasn't sure it bothered me very much. I wasn't sure I wanted to live it down. At the moment, they were questioning me about everything that had happened. Right now, we were walking down the hallway heading to my room, Rosalie and I had separated after dinner, as she wanted to get away from my 'mother' and 'father'. In turn, I was stuck dealing with them, but I was too happy to care. She kissed me. My heart beat frantically at the thought. I don't think I'd realized how much…I wanted that. I wanted it so bad. I wanted her so bad. Did I have her?

"Remus John Lupin!" An angry voice exclaimed. I looked at Sirius and James to see annoyed expressions on their faces. "You will answer your father's questions right now young man." James demanded. I couldn't help the smirk that crossed my face at hearing this. It was fantastic to see them so annoyed, and honestly not feel compelled to give in to their demands. They had no power over me right now. Usually, by now, I would have told them something, but right now, they had nothing. They were hungry wolves waiting for a gazelle to take its first stride into their path. I shook my head nonchalantly, which I quickly regretted. The two shot each other a mischievous look, and then quickly grabbed both of my arms and proceeded to drag me into a near by room. They were nothing but hungry wolves.

"Hey!" I yelped. "Let me go, I don't have to-" my mouth was quickly muffled by James' hand.

"It's for your own good that you tell us." James said.

"That's right, we can help you mate." Sirius chimed in. Sirius then proceeded to lock the door, and block it, while James let me loose at the middle of the room. I hurried over to the door to try to get past Sirius, but he instead held me in a headlock. They were going to get the information they wanted. I groaned.

"Let me go." I said Sirius did so. "You two are so nosy, you're worse than my real parents…" I grumbled. Silence hung in the air, and I could feel their eyes on me. They weren't going to let this go. Or let me out for that matter.

"Well?" James said.

"Well what?" I questioned, trying to play dumb. Which had never been my strong suit?

"What happened?" Sirius snapped. "You went after Rose when she started spazzing over something." he began.

"And when you came back you were both grinning like Cheshire cat's!" James ended. Definitely no avoiding it. When I didn't respond fast enough for them, Sirius grabbed my cheeks and starting pinching them while demanding I tell them what happened. James then proceeded to tickle me, which I hate with a passion.

"Alwight, shtop it alsheready." I grumbled, trying not to laugh from the tickling. Sirius eyed me, and then released my cheeks, which I promptly cupped in my hands. That hurt. James also stopped. "We just kissed." I whimpered while rubbing my tender cheeks.

"That's it? No shagging? No foreplay? No…sexual innuendo whatsoever?" Sirius questioned, his brows furrowed together. He seemed disappointed; though I was certain not even he was daft, enough to believe anything like that had happened.

"Of course not!" I exclaimed, embarrassed by the very mention of anything further than a kiss. Who did they think I was? I wasn't Sirius. Rose had been the first girl that I had ever had strong feelings for. I hadn't dated since my second year, and back then, I had never felt anything but admiration for my partners. My partner had always made the move, asked me out, I never had feelings for them to start with but I couldn't refuse. None of my relationships, friendly or romantic had caused me to feel like this. Sirius sighed, scratching the back of his head. He walked up beside me and wrapped his arm around my shoulders.

"So a kiss eh?" he asked solemnly, as if he was processing it. A grin appeared on his face.

"So what does it all mean?" James asked. "Does this mean you're 'going out'?" James said, making air quotations. My gaze fell to the floor. I didn't know what it meant. It meant…I was incredibly happy, did that count?

"It's means…uh…" I began, but no explanation would come out of my mouth. For once, I didn't have one. "I don't know what it means…" I mumbled.

"Maybe you should ask her." James suggested. I stared at him. That made logical sense, but I was reluctant.

"Look I don't…really want to talk about this mates." I managed to say. They stared at me.

"Mate, you have to face this. You've never liked anyone as much as you like Rosalie, you need to figure this out before it becomes muddled in confusion." James said. He frowned. "You can't let what happened to me and Lily, happen to you two. You can't grow apart." he said. Sirius elbowed him in the ribs.

"Like you were ever that close, Prongs." Sirius said jokingly.

"I still wish we'd squared away our feelings early on though, maybe it wouldn't have gotten this bad." James responded, his face grim. For once, James was being completely serious; I had never seen him quite this realistic. Sirius and I were about to try and comfort him, but he suddenly jumped away and stood in a martial art inspired pose. "But this isn't about me, this is about you." he proclaimed, in a dramatic Asian tone. He relaxed his stance, and then made Sirius release me. "Think it over, and get some rest." he said, and with this, he shooed me out of the room.

I wanted to kick the door. Why did it have to be complicated? I couldn't just enjoy the fact that we kissed, without any further logical thought for the night? As my thoughts bounced around in my head, I headed to bed. Eventually I finally got there, with minor injuries. While deep in thought, I managed to knock into many various objects, the largest being the wall. When I finally made it to my room, I collapsed on my bed, frustrated. I didn't bother changing my clothes, and instead just laid on top of the sheets, the palms of my hands pressed to my eyes. Somewhere along the line, I fell asleep.

| The next day - |

I awoke as a groggy mess. My once pristine formal wear, was now wrinkled. With a loud grunt, I managed to roll myself off the bed into a somewhat stable position. To my surprise it was already past ten in the morning, I had slept past my intended wake up time. Great. Once capable of doing so, I slithered to the bathroom in order to take a shower. I was hoping a shower would wake me up. I lazily slipped out of my clothes into a hot shower. The hot water helped refresh my senses a bit, so when I slipped back out, I felt quite a bit better. Wrapping a towel around my waist, I strode out of the bathroom and into my room to find some suitable clothes. Immediately after taking a glance at my room, I sprinted back to the bathroom and peeked my head out the door. Sirius, James, and Rosalie were currently occupying the space by my bed.

"I told you, we should have waited before barging in!" I heard Rosalie exclaim, her voice full of embarrassment. Her hands were currently covering her eyes, and therefore covering her red face, however her appearance portrayed her emotions clearly.

"And I told you, Remus is sexy when he's shirtless." Sirius said, waggling his eyebrows at her. To this, Rosalie huffed in embarrassment but did not disagree. Sirius made that comment simply to prove a point.

"What are you guys doing here?" I questioned with annoyance, directing the question more at Sirius and James. Sirius and James peered at one another, and then at Rosalie. Seconds later, they dashed to the door and out it, leaving Rosalie and myself alone. Rosalie quickly stood up and headed for the door.

"I-I should leave." she stuttered, grabbing the doorknob. If I let her leave, I let Sirius and James' efforts go to waste. They were obviously trying to get us to talk. I stepped out of the bathroom and wandered over to her, clasping my hand over hers to stop her from leaving.

"No, its fine. We need to talk anyway." I said confidently. Rosalie seemed floored by the predicament. "Except, I uh, need to get dressed," I said, my comfort draining, "you don't have to leave, just give me a minute." I explained gently. With this, I twisted around, ran to my trunk and dragged out an outfit, and then moved to the bathroom. I dressed quickly and only paused to tame my hair before going back out into my bedroom. Rosalie, whom was now sat on my bed, looked up at me.

"That was…quick." she said, her voice swaying as an amused look crossed her face She pushed her self off the bed and walked up to me. "Remus, your shirt is backwards." she giggled, pointing at my neck. My gaze fell to my chest, where I could make out that the neckline was structured wrong, it was indeed the back of my shirt. With this realization, I pulled my arms back in my shirt and shuffled it around until the front was in the front and the back was in the back. Rosalie still seemed very amused by my mistake.

"It could happen to anybody." I explained, trying to make up for why it happened. A soft smile graced her lips.

"I know." she responded softly. Moreover, that was the cue for my face to go red. I scratched the back of my head, my gaze on the ground, as silence filled the air. I took the time to examine Rosalie's clothing. Now, she wore a long sleeved shirt with a sleeveless jacket over it. It was more for fashions sake then warmth; I had to assume it was her sister's doing. She wore pants, gloves, earmuffs, and the same pair of fuzzy boots.

"Were you planning on going outside?" I asked, breaking the silence. She blinked at me, as though remembering something she had forgotten.

"Oh! That's what James, Sirius, and I had come to ask you…before they ditched me without even inviting you." she mused.

"They wanted us to talk." I said without thinking. Her gaze left mine and she twiddled with her thumbs awkwardly.

"Oh…" I heard her squeak quietly. My hand went up the scratch the back of my head once again. Her peculiar gaze lifted back up to meet mine. "What do you want hear? That I really, really like you?" she asked.

"N-not if you don't actually…" I began my face flushing.

"I do." she cut in, her face serious. "I guess do with it what you will." she said, moments later, her gaze avoiding mine. "I mean…if you don't, well like me…" I could hardly control myself when I heard those first words. I couldn't let her finish that sentence. It merely was not true. I cupped my right hand around her cheek; she herself moved her face up to peer at me, which I used to my advantage. My other hand came up to support the other side of her face as I leaned down and pressed my lips against hers. It wasn't like I'd never kissed before, obviously yesterday would have hit that out of the ball park, but it was like my relationships; I wasn't used to actually wanting or liking it. This I most certainly liked. This I realized very quickly when the kiss didn't end until we physically needed oxygen. I inhaled a long breath, and then exhaled.

"Does that clarify that?" I asked gently, pulling away my hands. Before my right moved though, she moved her hand to lie on top of mine, keeping it in its place.

"Yes." she murmured softly, a small smile forming on her features. She gripped my hand softly and pulled it back down to our sides, and then leaned up to plant a soft kiss on my cheek. "We're going outside, are you coming with us? " Rosalie asked. "Though I'm not sure about them now…" she mused.

"They're probably hiding outside my door." I commented, hearing a bit of shuffling. "Yes, I suppose so." I added a broad smile on my face. She then released my hand and went over to my bed, and sat down.

"Then Remus…I know my fashion sense isn't exactly up to date, but please change." she said, laughing gently. I peered down at my outfit. The colors and patterns completely clashed together into a horrible mess. My face flushed with embarrassment, and this time I took extra care picking out my outfit. With this, we silently left to find the others, which didn't take long considering they had gathered outside of the door. James and Sirius were pressed against my door, while Peter had appeared from behind to investigate as well. Needless to say, when I opened the door, they all fell forward on top of each other.

"That's what you get for being nosy." I concluded, stepping over them. They picked themselves up, and dusted their clothes off.

"So when's the wedding?" Sirius questioned as we made our way down the hallway. I stopped, causing the others to do so, which in turn caused Peter to run into James. I rounded on them, eyeing Sirius. Rosalie was standing at my side now, so I easily pulled her closer.

"Well dad, we're just going to elope, have an Elvis themed wedding, so you have no part in it, and then move to America." I responded sarcastically, turning back around, while turning Rosalie back around with me. I then proceeded to swiftly walk away, only glancing back to see the three males bewildered expressions.

"An Elvis wedding, that's ridiculous." I heard from my side, it was Rosalie. However, she did not seem mad, nor embarrassed. She instead had a thoughtful look on her face.

"It's all I could think of off the top of my head." I mused, shrugging.

As we made our way down the stairs, my stomach made a peculiar noise, indicating that I was hungry. I heard a short giggle from my side.

"Maybe we should eat breakfast first." Rosalie commented, steering our course towards the dinning room.

"Yes." I replied lamely. I couldn't exactly deny I was hungry. It was likely once we made our way outside that a full out snowball war would break loose. At this thought, my gaze shifted to behind me, where James and Sirius were currently speaking in low voices. It was likely they were up to something, and it was obvious I should be worried. When shouldn't I be worried about those two?

We proceeded into the dinning room and ate breakfast without much conversation. I was quite surprised to find that neither James nor Sirius had responded to my earlier comments about a Vegas wedding. Which just worried me further; hopefully they weren't planning something drastic, like setting up a real Vegas wedding. We'd only just started, er, dating. After having filled our tummies, we made our way onto the grounds to explore. It had been a while since I'd visited the Potter's, but I still remembered my way around quite well. They had embellished a few things though. I guided Rosalie to the small pond that was in the back of the house, the place I thought Sirius, James, and Peter would be. And as I had suspected, a snowball war was in the making. We turned a corner, and were met with snowballs in our faces. I wiped the snow off my face, annoyed. I glanced at Rosalie, whom had a similar look of annoyance. With a short conversation through our expressions, we quickly parted and began fighting back.

It had to be at least an hour later before we all gave up on the fight. At that point, all of us must have been soaked to our knickers. We were currently all sprawled out across the yard, exhausted.

"We should…probably…change…for lunch." I managed to say between deep breathes. Without much retaliation, we all agreed and headed inside. After all, later in the day the real craziness was to begin.