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Perfectly Content
Chapter 14

By the time three o'clock rolled around, the group had split up and were all doing their own thing.

Sirius and James were upstairs in the dormitory planning the new Quidditch rota for the Gryffindor team. Peter was sitting by the fire in the Common Room, writing a letter to the Muggle girl Zoe, which he would take to the Post Office in Hogsmeade next weekend to have delivered the Muggle way. And Remus was sat by the window in the Common Room, his copy of A Guide to Advanced Transfiguration lying open on the table before him.

However Remus had more pressing things on his mind than the correct technique of the Bird-Conjuring Charm.

The full moon was in just over a week's time on the sixteenth of September, just nine days away. As well as his usual pre-moon jitters, Remus found that a new set of nerves had settled in the pit of his stomach. Before James, Sirius and Peter had figured out about his Lycanthropy, Remus had always got the very same feeling.

It was sort of like guilt. He had felt bad keeping such a huge secret from his three best friends, although he had known that he couldn't have risked telling them. However, the feeling had ebbed slightly when, in their second year, his friends had figured out his secret and accepted it. His appreciation for his friends had only grown when they had made the decision to become Animagi in order to keep him company. Their presence during his 'time of the month' made his transformations far less painful seeing as their company distracted him enough to stop him attacking himself.

But now the guilt was back and Remus knew why.

Having become so close with Ren, Remus couldn't help but feel bad that he was keeping this secret from her. He kind of felt as though he should have told her about it from the moment they entered their Friends with Benefits relationship. What would Ren think is she found out that she had had sex with a werewolf? Would it change her opinion of him? The idea of Ren beginning to shun him in disgust made Remus' heart ache.

She had become one of his closest friends and if there was a possibility that his Lycanthropy would drive her away, was it really worth telling her? Of course it was. If he made the decision to keep his secret from her, then Remus was sure that the constant feeling of guilt would eat him away on the inside. But what if she did freak out? What is she was truly repulsed that she had slept with a werewolf?

Remus shook his head and rubbed his eyes. Somehow (and he knew that it sounded bias because he wanted her to accept him), Remus had a feeling that Ren wouldn't mind. Or at least he hoped she wouldn't. If James, Sirius and Peter had been able to accept it, maybe Ren would too.

Remus sighed.

"Wishful thinking mate." His inner wolf whispered in his ear. During the run up to the full moon, Remus' inner wolf would always make an appearance, commentating on everything that happened with snide, lewd remarks. Normally Remus was able to handle the snarky wolf, but ever since he had met Ren the voice would become incredibly lascivious and licentious whenever she was around.

Remus rubbed his temple and let out a small groan as he began to feel a headache kicking in. The suggestive voice was becoming increasingly annoying. It made Remus feel like he had swapped consciences with Sirius.

He didn't know how Sirius dealt with all the provocative thoughts that ran through his head twenty four seven, when Remus could barely manage them for the days leading up to the full moon. Remus grimaced at the thought of still having to put up with his inner wolf for another nine days. It was bloody exhausting.

Since having sex last Monday, Remus and Ren had successfully managed to meet up secretly and put that time to good use, whether that time had been free periods or during lunch and break times. Remus found himself becoming increasingly more feral and carnal, not that Ren seemed to mind as he remembered her writhing beneath him two days previously, trying to contain the loud moans that threatened to escape her swollen lips.

Remus exhaled in frustration and reached for his bag. He slammed the Transfiguration book shut and shoved in into the tattered old rucksack. As he did this, his fingers brushed against something thin and… rectangular? He pulled the object free from his bag and smiled slightly upon seeing the bar of Honeydukes chocolate. He tore it open and took a bite. The smooth, creamy taste made Remus visibly relax, and he leant back into the armchair, his ratty mood diminishing almost instantly.

Glancing out the window to his side, Remus could just make out the Quidditch Pitch in the distance, and he smiled softly as he recalled the tryouts. Ren had kicked ass. Remus remembered the looks of pure surprise on James' and Sirius' faces from where he had been sat in the stands. He had known before it had even been announced that Ren would be the new Chaser.

Remus was truly happy for his friend. Throughout the week, Remus had noticed that towards the evenings Ren tented to get restless and fidgety. He hoped that her new role on the Quidditch team would help calm her down. Remus was also glad that the small second year had been made the Keeper. That had been a bloody surprise if there ever was one.

Remus and Peter had made their way down to the Pitch from the stands just in time to see that pompous arsehole, Elliot Oaks, storming away from the group. He had obviously not been happy with the outcome.

He smirked at the memory. The moment Ren had seen Remus approaching, she had run over and threw her arms around his neck. He had congratulated her and hugged her back, but Ren hadn't seemed to hear him. She had been breathless with excitement as they rejoined the Gryffindor team before heading up to the castle for a celebratory lunch.

As Remus finished the chocolate bar, he began to wonder what James, Sirius and Peter would think about his contemplation of revealing his 'furry little problem' to Ren. He decided that he would ask for their opinions later that night. As much as Remus wanted to tell Ren, if the boys advised him against it he would listen to them.

The sound of footsteps on the stone staircase caused Remus to jump slightly. This was another side effect of the approaching full moon; he was always extra jumpy and would often feel immense paranoia.

Remus turned to see Sirius bounding down the last few steps and into the Common Room. He was wearing a navy blue polo shirt and dark grey chinos, looking just as cool as ever. He looked around the Common Room and when he spotted Remus he flashed his friend a warm smile before heading over to him.

"Alright, Moony?" Sirius asked as he sat down in a chair on Remus' left. The werewolf nodded.

"Tired." He replied. Sirius smiled again.

"Yeah, I bet." He said. "Anyway, have you seen Ren? I've got her copy of the new Quidditch rota for her."

Remus straightened up, slightly.

"No I haven't seen her you mangy mutt, and if I had I wouldn't tell you!" His inner wolf snapped, and Remus mentally scolded himself for addressing his friend in such a way, even if it was in his head.

"No I haven't, sorry. I haven't seen her since lunch." Remus told his friend.

The dark haired boy's brow furrowed and he raised a hand to itch his chin. Sirius had recently forgone shaving, and as a result was beginning to grow dark stubble over his jaw which only seemed to boost his morale and popularity with the female body of Hogwarts.

"Do you have any idea where she could be?" Sirius asked. Remus thought for a moment.

"You could try the art rooms." He suggested. "They're open to seventh year students."

"What the fuck?! Why did you tell him that?!" The wolf protested, but Remus ignored the voice and kept his eyes on Sirius, who grinned at him.

"Good idea, cheers Moony." He rose from his chair and was about to make for the Portrait Hole when he stopped. "Are you sure you're alright, mate?" He asked, his features laced with concern. Remus smiled, weakly.

"Yeah, I just…" Remus' mind flashed to Ren. "I just... I've got something to talk to you and the boys about later tonight. It's nothing big, don't worry." Okay so that last part may have been a lie, but Remus knew that if Sirius thought something was up he wouldn't leave Remus alone until he found out what was wrong.

Sirius still didn't look totally convinced.

"Okay." He said, hesitantly. "I'll see you in a bit." And with that, Sirius walked across the room without a backward glance.

So it was decided. That night Remus would ask his three best friends for their opinion on whether or not he should reveal his deepest secret to Ren.

"Hey Sirius." Said the husky voice of a girl with strawberry blonde hair, as she approached the boy in the corridor. Sirius flashed a smile in her direction.

"Hey…" He trailed off just as they passed each other. Huh. What was her name again? Becky? Bethany? Whatever, it didn't matter.

Sirius trotted down another flight of stairs until he came to the fifth floor. Apparently the art rooms were located on this floor and, according to Remus; they were where Ren was most likely be.

The raven-haired boy held the parchment with a copy of the new Quidditch rota in his hand, tightly. James had flashed him a knowing grin when Sirius had offered to deliver Ren's copy to her. Thankfully, James wasn't as knowing as he would like to believe. The bespectacled boy still thought that Sirius simply wished to sleep with Ren, much to Sirius' relief. He didn't want anyone to know about these weird feelings that had begun to develop, whatever they were.

Just as Sirius passed the Prefects Bathroom, the faint sound of music reached his ears. He couldn't make out of it, just the faint sound of a… harmonica? Without hesitation Sirius followed the sound and soon came to a door at the end of the corridor that stood slightly ajar.

As quietly as a mouse. Sirius pushed the wooden door open and peered in. The music was now much clearer, and Sirius recognized the low tones of I Want You by Bob Dylan. The voice was as raw and simple as the words which it sang, which were simply beautiful. Neither Bob's voice nor lyrics were ever predictable, and it was one of the reasons why Sirius had always loved the artist.

Sirius gazed around the room, unable to stop his curiosity getting the best of him seeing as he had never been in the art rooms before. There was a collection of large, wooden tables dotted around the room and each table had up to five stools placed around it. On the stone walls were many pieces of artwork that Sirius assumed was done by the students. From paintings to drawings, colourful to black and white, and there were even pieces pinned to the ceiling which Sirius had to crane his neck to get a good look at.

A vast window was on the wall opposite the door, in front of which sat a desk which Sirius guessed belonged to the Professor. On said desk sat a small radio, which was the source of the music filling the room.

Sirius glanced over each table until his eyes landed on the corner table near the window. There, with her back to him and head down, sat Ren. Or at least he suspected it was Ren. As far as Sirius recalled there was no other girl in the seventh year with a head of curls like hers. A Muggle pencil could be seen in her hand and she seemed completely immersed in drawing. Not wishing to make her jump, Sirius chose to announce himself instead of simply waltzing into the room.

"Knock, knock." He said over the music, tapping his knuckles on the door, loudly. Ren did indeed jump, ever so slightly, yet she didn't seem too flustered. When she turned to see who was disturbing her, she visibly relaxed and smiled when she saw it was Sirius.

"You know, I hate it when people do that." She said, turning back to her work as Sirius entered the room and walked over to her.

"Do what?" He asked, pulling a stool up beside hers and sitting down.

"Say 'knock, knock' when they're already in the room." Ren said, still grinning, slightly, as she continued to draw, not removing her gaze from her work. Sirius chuckled.

"Well I just thought I'd make myself known." He said, his eyes flickering down to her work. However Sirius had trouble looking away once his eyes settled on the parchment.

A body, whose head wasn't visible, was holding a guitar and the hands of the body were paused in mid-strum. It could have well been an enlarged black and white photograph. The shadowing and detail was simply incredible. "Bloody hell." Sirius murmured, and when Ren looked up and saw him gawking at her work, a blush crept up on her cheeks.

"You like it?" She asked, and Sirius nodded.

"It's amazing." He told her before looking up and meeting her eyes. "Is there anything you can't do?" Ren snorted in amusement.

"You make me out to be some sort of superwoman."

"Well as far as I know you are. You're smart, funny, good at Quidditch, amazing at drawing-"

"-Okay! Okay! Ease up on the compliments!" Ren interrupted. Sirius grinned as she flushed under his praise.

"It's true! Come on, what are you bad at?" He asked. Ren placed her pencil down and straightened up.

"Well," She paused. "I'm terrible at cooking." Sirius raised his brows in surprise.

"Really? I would have thought you'd have been good at cooking. What with working in a pub and all." He said, to which Ren shrugged as she turned to him.

"Sorry to disappoint you, but no. I can prep the food but when it comes to actually cooking it… Yeah, I'm terrible."

"Seriously?"

"Yep. I've burnt water." She said, causing Sirius to laugh.

"I'm amazing at cooking." He said, a smirk plastered on his handsome face.

"Oh yeah?" Ren asked, an eyebrow quirked.

"Yeah. I can cook anything you want."

"I'll take your word for it." Ren said. Sirius couldn't help but smile, warmly, at her.

"Anyway, I'm here to give you your copy of the Quidditch rota." He said, holding out the parchment that was still in his hand. "James and I just finished it."

"Oh, thanks." Ren took the parchment and studied it for a minute. "Wow. That's a lot of practice." She said. "Every Monday, Wednesday, Friday and Sunday."

"Wait until the season starts. Last year James had us practising ever day." Sirius told her, and Ren's eyes widened.

"He takes this seriously, huh?" She said, reaching for the rucksack that lay at her feet.

"You have no idea." Sirius said, watching as Ren opened her bag and placed the rota safely inside. Once she had done so, Ren continued to root around the inside of the bag, obviously looking for something. "You alright?" Sirius asked when her brows furrowed in confusion.

"Yeah, I just can't find my wand." Ren said, before pausing. "Shit, I think I left it in the Library." She rubbed her forehead in annoyance. "Shit." She said again in frustration.

"Hey, it's fine. At least you know where it is. We can go and find it now if you like?" Sirius suggested, causing Ren to look at him.

"Are you sure? You don't have to come if you don't want to." She told him.

"No it's fine, come on." Sirius said, surprising himself with the kindness in his voice.

"Okay, one second. I just need to put this away." Ren said, motioning to her work. She picked up the large piece of parchment and carefully carried it over to a large stack of shelves that were lined up against one of the walls.

Sirius watched as she stretched up, attempting to place the parchment in the free space on one of the top shelves. When the large, cream jumper rode up, slightly, Sirius couldn't help but let his gaze wander over her arse, which were hugged by her jeans snugly.

Despite her tallness, Ren couldn't quite reach the spot on the shelf, so Sirius immediately jumped up to help her. He stood behind her and reached up, pushing the parchment onto the shelf, his body enveloping hers as she made sure the parchment was secure in its place. Sirius brought his arms down, and once she was sure of her works safety, Ren did the same before turning towards Sirius. "Thanks." She said, apparently unaware of their closeness. They were close enough for Sirius to inhale Ren's sweet, vanilla scent.

She smiled, gently, at him before heading back to the table and picking up her bag. Sirius turned to see her swinging the strap over her shoulder. "Ready?" She asked.

"I was born ready." Sirius, to which Ren raised an eyebrow.

"That's a tad dramatic seeing as we're just popping to the library." She said, and Sirius laughed.

"Maybe a little." He said. Ren turned off the radio and the two of them left the room shortly after.

The Hogwarts Library had two floors. The lower, accessed by the second floor, was a huge room with a high ceiling, filled with labyrinth like paths between bookshelves. The Restricted Section and the Librarian's desk were found on this floor, and Madame Pince's desk was located right next to the entrance of the Restricted Section in order to make sure no one tried to sneak in.

The upper floor, which could be accessed by either an entrance on the third floor or by a huge wooden staircase from the lower floor of the Library, consisted of a very large balcony overlooking the lower floor. On this balcony there were study tables dotted over the deep red carpeted floor, criss-crossed and walled with tall bookshelves, as well as the odd loveseat sofa or chintz armchair placed randomly over the place.

On both floors there were many rolling library ladders against the shelves, some that reached dizzying heights. Books could always be seen flying like birds from Madame Pince's desk, up to the shelves where they belonged. Natural light flooded in from the large, floor-to-ceiling windows that stood inbetween bookshelves.

Ren and Sirius entered through the third floor entrance, seeing as they had journeyed down from the fifth floor. When they reached the old, wooden double doors, Sirius took hold of one of the giant, oversized handles that were smooth and worn down to a light brown finish and pulled it open.

Sirius inhaled as he followed Ren throughout the upper level, weaving and winding until they came to the middle of the balcony. He let the scent of old, yellowing pages wash over him. That delicious, mouth-watering aroma of knowledge and anticipation. The scent that came only from pages, both new and old, being flicked through.

He may not have been the most avid reader, but Sirius did enjoy the occasional book from time to time, and he could certainly appreciate them.

Sirius was now leaning against the polished oak rails of the, Victorian staircase, watching Ren as she gracefully made her way over to a small wine coloured loveseat that sat near one of the walls. He noticed how it wasn't fully pushed against the wall, but was in fact a couple of feet from the wall. Sirius saw that next to the small sofa was a little table, and on that table sat a thin, light brown wand. "Ren?" He called to the girl who was currently skimming the surfaces of the study tables.

"Hm?" She answered while continuing to search for her wand.

"I think I've found it." Sirius said, and when Ren looked up, he pointed to the corner. Her eyes lit up when she spotted the wand, and she hurried over to it, with Sirius following after her.

"Thank Merlin for that." She said, and Sirius found himself admiring it as she picked it up. It was a very light brown, and Sirius could see that it had intricate, curly patterns carved along it that looked almost like leaves. It was thinner than his wand, and fitted into Ren's dainty hand perfectly.

"It's cute." Sirius said, but then frowned to himself. That was quite possibly the only time he had ever described anything as 'cute'.

"Huh? Oh yeah, thanks." Ren said. "Laurel wood, eleven and a half inches long, reasonably supple with a Hippogriff feather core." She recited, and Sirius' gaze shot up and met hers.

"Hippogriff feather?" He asked in surprise. Ren nodded at him.

"It's one of the most common cores in Sweden. Along with Fairy wings and Dragon Scales." She said. This was completely new information to Sirius.

"Shit, really?" He asked. Ren's wand differed completely from his ebony wand with a Dragon Heartstring core. Ren laughed.

"Is it really that much of a shock to you?" She asked, and Sirius nodded, vigorously.

"Yeah! I've only ever known people with-"

However Sirius didn't finish speaking, and instead dropped, quite suddenly, to the floor. He had glanced over the balcony and saw someone that made his blood turn cold.

Chelsea.

She was starting up the staircase with one of her Ravenclaw friends. Fortunately, she hadn't noticed Sirius.

"What the fu-?" Ren began, but Sirius quickly grabbed her hand and pulled her away her away from the edge of the balcony, still on all fours. "Sirius-" Ren pulled her hand free. "What the fuck?" She asked, completely bewildered.

"Chelsea!" Was all Sirius said before crawling behind the loveseat.

"Oh my God, you're seriously going to hide from-"

"-Ren-" Sirius popped his head up from behind the sofa. "-If you're going to talk to me, you're gonna' have to come and hide behind the sofa with me." He said, and when he peered towards the staircase, he saw that Chelsea had almost reached the top. "Hurry!" Ren looked torn.

"I…" She sighed. "Fine!"

"Thank you!"

Sirius let out a relieved sigh and ducked behind the sofa, and just as Ren crouched down by his side, Chelsea appeared at the top of the stairs. Sirius, ever so slightly, peered around the side of their – well, his - hiding place and saw her and her friend, Sirius pretty sure he had fingered at some point last year, head over to one of the large study tables and take a seat, removing books from their bags.

Bollocks. They were trapped.

"This is ridiculous!" Ren whispered. She was peering around the other side. "Are you really that scared of her?" She asked, turning back to Sirius, who gaped at her.

"Uh, yeah!" He whispered back "She's a Stage-Five clinger! I can't handle that!" Ren's eyes widened.

"Sirius!" She whisper-shouted. "You took her virginity?!" She asked, incredulously.

"No! Amos Diggory already shot that Hippogriff in the face. I just… I think I had sex with her, and now she's really clingy-"

"-You think?"

"Okay, I can't remember everyone I have sex with! So sue me!"

"Oh, that is just repulsive!"

"Don't go all high and mighty on me! I bet you can't remember every person you've ever had sex with."

"I've only had sex with one person, thank you very much! Plus, I was in a stable relationship with them, which, from what I've heard, is more than can be said for you. Apparently you're a bit of a man-whore."

Sirius let out a long, whispered gasp.

"I have never - in all of my seventeen years – been exposed to such offensive rudeness!" He whispered, and Ren let out a quiet scoff, her arms folded over her chest.

"Oh please," She whispered. "Like that's the worst thing you've ever been called." Sirius paused.

"Well… no… but it hurt coming from you!"

They looked each other in the eye, and suddenly found themselves pressing their hands to their mouths in attempt to mask their giggles.

"You're an idiot, you know that?" Ren whispered to him, and Sirius grinned.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." He said in a lofty tone. Ren smiled and leant against the back of the sofa.

"Well, it looks like we're stuck here for a while if you're dead intent on avoiding Medusa." She said, and Sirius raised an eyebrow.

"You say that as if it's a bad thing." He whispered, smirking.

"Isn't it?" The smirk fell.

"Listen missy," He whispered, pointing a finger at her. "Your sass will get you no where."

"Oh I beg to differ." She whispered back, grinning.

The two of them decided that they may as well get comfy, and they both ended up sitting cross-legged with their backs against the sofa, speaking in hushed whispers.

"Tell me more about the stars." Sirius requested after fifteen minutes of being trapped. Ren turned her head and met his eye.

"What do you want to know?" Sirius paused. What did he want to know? He hadn't learnt much about the stars in his Astronomy lessons seeing as James and himself had spent the classes coming up with (and then doing) as many things as possible that would make Professor Sinistra want to hit them. These acts included saying "I totally agree" after everything she said, singing opera in class, and one time even bringing a first year into the lesson, claiming that he was their new pet. So it was no wonder that Sirius didn't know much about the subject. He had, however, liked the story of the Seven Sisters, maybe there was more to that.

"Do you know anything else about the Seven Sisters?" He asked, quietly.

"Like what?" Ren whispered back.

"Err, I don't know. Did they have names, or something?"

"Oh yeah, I think I cam remember them." She turned to face him fully. "Let's see, there's Alcyone, Celaeno, Electra, Asterope, Merope and Maia." She counted each of them on her fingers as she recited their names, slowly.

"Maia." Sirius rolled the name over his tongue. "That's a nice name." He whispered, more to himself then Ren, who nodded.

"Yeah, it's cute." She whispered, before starting to fan herself with her hand. "Merlin, it's hot in here don't you think?" Sirius shrugged.

"I'm alright." He whispered. He was indeed at a comfortable temperature, his polo shirt keeping him not too hot, but not too cold. But he could understand how Ren was hot seeing as she was still wearing the large, cream jumper she had been wearing at the tryouts. "Maybe you should take the thick, fluffy jumper off? I reckon that's a contributing factor to your problem."

"Ahh, I like the way you think." Ren whispered with a smirk, before pulling the oversized jumper over her head. Sirius watched as she scrunched the jumper up and shoved it into her bag.

Under the jumper she wore a white, long-sleeved t-shirt that had thin, vertical stripes of navy blue going across it. It fit her well and hugged her chest. Sirius couldn't help his gaze flickering downwards. Even though it was covered, he could still appreciate Ren's chest fully. It was neither too big nor too small, probably around a C cup. A nice size in Sirius' opinion.

Ren was now rifling through the bag in which she had just stuffed the jumper into, and eventually she pulled out a long, unopened packet of biscuits.

"Really? You carry a packet of biscuits around with you?" Sirius asked, unable to prevent himself from smiling in amusement. Ren paused and stared at him.

"Yeah…" She said, bluntly, and Sirius tried not to laugh. "You can't judge me; you carry Firewhiskey around in your saddlebag!" She whispered in an attempt to defend herself, struggling to keep her voice quiet.

Sirius, unable to help himself, let out a rather loud snort of amusement. The two of them froze, waiting to be discovered by Chelsea, but they weren't. They looked at each other before bursting into quiet fits of laughter.

"I suppose you're right." Sirius whispered once they had calmed down. "I can't judge you." Ren grinned at him and Sirius couldn't help but smile back. Her smile was pretty infectious. It lit up her eyes and made her look simply radiant… wait what?

'For fucks sake, pack it in! You're Sirius Black! You don't call girls beautiful! Stop being an idiot, you don't like her like that, you just want to shag her!' He scolded himself. What the fuck was happening? Ever since Ren had came along his feelings had been all over the fucking place, and Sirius didn't like it one bit!

"Want a biscuit?" Ren's voice disturbed him from his thoughts with a jolt. When he refocused, Sirius saw that she was holding the, now opened, packet of biscuits out to him.

"Go on then." He said, and leant forward. He plucked a biscuit from the packet and saw that they were chocolate chip cookies. "Nice." He said, smiling.

So there they sat, they're backs against the sofa, eating biscuits and whispering to each other. Occasionally one of them would peek around the loveseat to see whether Chelsea was still there. Eventually Ren's eyelids began to droop from exhaustion. Seeing as she had woken up at about seven o'clock, Sirius wasn't surprised that she was tired. "Pst, Ren? You're not going to fall asleep on me are you?" Sirius whispered, gently.

Ren's eyes opened, slowly, and Sirius could see just how tired she was. "You alright?" He asked. Ren gave a sleepy smile before nodding.

"Uh-huh." She whispered, sounding drowsy. "It's just because I've been sitting still for so long… plus getting up so early probably the best of ideas." She whispered before yawning.

Her eyes slowly slid shut and her head lolled to the side. It suddenly made contact with Sirius' shoulder, startling him slightly. He turned his head and watched as she slowly drifted out of consciousness. Her face relaxed and her lips parted as her breathing began to come out in small, steady puffs.

Sirius spent the next half an hour looking through Ren's sketchbook, with Ren herself sleeping beside him. He knew that she'd probably be annoyed that he had looked through it without her permission, but Sirius hadn't been able to help himself. The corner had just been poking out of her bag, taunting him almost.

Plus Ren looked so peaceful, sleeping soundly with her head on his shoulder, that Sirius hadn't wished to disturb her. Sirius quietly turned the pages of her sketchbook, astounded at the quality of each drawing. His favourite so far was a detailed pencil drawing of the converse she was currently wearing on her feet.

Suddenly Sirius heard the scrape of a chair against the floor from behind him. As gently as possible, so not to disturb the sleeping Ren, Sirius peered around the side of the sofa just in time to see Chelsea and her friend disappearing down the staircase. Sirius let out a long sigh of relief. 'Thank fuck for that.' He thought, turning back around. They were finally free to go. Sirius looked down at Ren, who still hadn't stirred.

He found that he didn't have the heart to wake her. He knew how much he hated being disturbed from naps, maybe Ren was the same. After little deliberation, Sirius decided that he would take her back to the Common Room.

Folding the sketchbook close, he placed it back in her bag before standing up and stretching his stiff limbs. Ren's head was now lolling towards her own shoulder as Sirius crouched down beside her, trying to decide upon the best way to carry her without waking her. He eventually came to the conclusion that bridal style would probably be his best bet. Hopefully she was a deep sleeper.

Swinging one of her bag straps over his shoulder, Sirius stooped and carefully picked Ren up. One of his arms supported her back while the other was under her legs. Her head was nuzzled into his chest, and Sirius could feel the steady rise and fall of the side of her chest against his. As he steadied himself, Sirius thought about his actions. Once against this was unusual behaviour for him. If it had been any other girl he probably would have woken them up, or even have just left them there. It was a harsh reality, but a true one.

However here he was, holding a sleeping Ren in his arms, nudging the library door open with his side as gently as possible. It was an odd occurrence to say the least.

Sirius made his way back to the Fat Lady's corridor as quickly as possible, however he slowed his pace whenever Ren stirred, slightly. As he passed other students they would stare at him and the sleeping girl in his arms, in confusion.

Not that Sirius really blamed them. This was weird.

Finally they reached the portrait, and after Sirius uttered the password and managed to climb through the portrait hole, not without difficultly, they had made it back to the Common Room. Only now did Sirius look down at Ren, and he immediately regretted it. She reminded him of that Sleeping Beauty his Uncle Alphard had once told him about when he was young. Just as serene and peaceful, her face relaxed and lips parted, slightly.

He only just managed to look away. Now what was he supposed to do? The girls staircase had that stupid alarm on it (which had been implanted after McGonagall had caught him coming down them after a late night romp with Maria Miller), and looking around, Sirius saw that all the sofa's in the Common Room were taken.

'Fuck it.' Sirius thought, before marching through the Common Room, ignoring the glances people sent his way, and beginning to climb the staircase leading to his own dormitory.

When he reached the door to his dorm, Sirius paused. Shit. How the fuck was he meant to open the door? He thought for a moment before settling on a practical solution. He steadied himself, and then gave the door an almighty kick. It made more noise than Sirius had originally anticipated, but it did succeed in the door swinging open, revealing a shocked looking Remus sitting on his bed with an open book in his lap.

"Hey." Sirius said, quietly, walking through the doorway sideways, in order hitting Ren's head on the frame of the door.

"Err hey- oh my God, is she okay?!" Remus asked, jumping to his feet.

"Shh, she's just asleep." Sirius explained.

He walked the length of the room and deposited Ren onto his bed. Upon making contact with the soft mattress, Ren stretched in her sleep and let out a quiet moan. It was quite possibly one of Sirius' favourite sounds in the world.

"Where have you two been?" Remus asked in a low voice, joining Sirius at the side of his bed.

"Library." Sirius answered, and when Remus shot him a look of surprise he went on to explain the interesting afternoon.

"You hid from Chelsea? Are you serious?" Remus asked in disbelief once Sirius had finished speaking.

"Yes, I am Sirius. And you're Remus." Sirius said, causing Remus to roll his eyes.

"For fucks sake Sirius, that stopped being funny after the fifteenth time you said it."

"You love it really, and besides, you set yourself up for that one."

Suddenly the door flung open, and James and Peter burst in.

"Afternoon, ladies-"

"SHHHH!" Both Sirius and Remus cut James off, causing the boy to jump in surprise.

"Cheers for the layer of spit-" James began, removing his glasses and wiping them on his shirt. "What the fuck had got into the two of you-" He continued, only to be cut of once again.

"-Will you be quiet?!" Sirius whisper-shouted, before pointing to his bed. When they saw Ren, both Peter and James looked at Sirius and Remus in confusion.

"What's she doing here?" Peter whispered.

"Padfoot, I swear if you've drugged her, I'm going to have to draw the line-"

"-Prongs, I didn't fucking drug her."

"Then what's she doing passed out in your bed?"

"She's not passed out, Wormtail. She's just asleep."

"Guys?" Sirius, James and Peter all turned to Remus.

"What's up Moony?" Peter asked.

"Err, seeing as we're all here, I've been kind of meaning to talk to the three of you about something-"

"-Oh my god, you're pregnant."

"… Erm, no. That's not it, Prongs."

"Oh… well then what's up?" Remus cast a nervous glance in Ren's direction before turning to his friends.

"I'd rather we speak about it in private…"

Five minutes later, the four of them were crammed on Remus' bed with the drapes pulled shut and a silencing charm cast over them.

"Well this is cosy."

"Shut up, Sirius." James said. "So what's up?" He then asked Remus. The sandy haired boy swallowed nervously and looked up to them.

"I want to tell Ren about Moony." He said, boldly."

"What?!" All three of his friends exclaimed in disbelief.

"Look, I know it may seem a little crazy-"

"-A little?!" James interrupted.

"-But she's my friend and I trust her!" Remus argued, before sighing. "I don't expect any of you to really understand this, but hiding my lycanthropy from the three of you was horrible, and it's just as horrible hiding it from Ren.

"When you guys found out I didn't feel as bad about the whole situation as I did before, but now that I'm hiding it from Ren I feel horrible again." When Remus had finished explaining, there was a rather long silence. In all honesty, Sirius understood what Remus meant. Ren was quickly becoming a large part of their lives, and they couldn't hide Remus furry little problem from her forever.

"I agree with Moony." Peter suddenly said. "I think…" the small boy paused. "I think Ren could be okay with it." Sirius grinned at his friend. Good old Peter.

"Yeah, I'm with Peter." Sirius said, and Remus smiled at the two of them before turning to James, who obviously still had doubts.

"Okay." He finally said, "Okay, let's do this-" A soft groan coming from outside the curtains suddenly interrupted the boys, and when the curtains were pulled back, the boys saw Ren was awake, staring back at them.

"Am I interrupting something?" She asked, her voice rather hazy. "Cos' I feel like I'm interrupting something." Sirius saw Remus smile, warmly, at the girl.

"No, no you're not." He said. "…Err, Ren?"

"Yeah?"

"I-erm, I've been meaning- err," Remus paused. "I've got…" He trailed off and turned to his friends for help. Sirius jumped in.

"What he means to say is, how do you feel about werewolves?" He asked the girl, who blinked in surprise at the question.

"Oh, err… I mean, fine really. They're still human beings, just minus every full moon. I-I don't know really, I've never really thought about it before." Her confusion was obvious. "W-why?" She asked.

Remus suddenly found his voice and turned back to her, looking her right in the eyes.

"I-" He sighed. "I'm a werewolf."

Ohhh! A cliffhanger! That's new.
I actually quite like this chapter:3 Do you? REVIEW PLEASE TELLING ME WHAT YOU THINK!

Evie x

P.S. Maia is pronounced My-aa... Just thought I'd clear that up :)