AN: LANGUAGE WARNING.
*My POV*
It's already been 10 days I arrived here. And I'm trying hard to settle down. Things are totally different. Time, country, people everything. Sometimes I miss my mom. Well, most of the times. But, I chose this.
The Order got busy with missions and the boys are busy making the maps.
Remus gets up, eats his breakfast and leaves. He sometimes comes home for lunch. He doesn't return until dinner time. And leaves again with the boys. He looks tired AF.
So were James and Sirius. Their training has been doubled.
"Moody's roasting us!" Sirius groaned last night.
As for Peter, he is assigned to spy on a ministry official. Dumbledore gave the job to Peter. Its his chance to prove himself. To gain trust.
I snapped out of my thoughts when Remus nudged me.
"Pryde!" Moody growled.
"Sorry. I was lost in thought."
"That I can see," he grunted.
Sirius snickered.
"Are you sure about Rookwood? We have been tracking him. But no luck. Is there anything else to help us?"
"He's got connections in and out of the ministry. But...wait! Bagman!"
"Bagman?" Everyone asked in unison.
I banged my hand on the table. "How did I forget to mention him? Yeah, Bagman. Ludo Bagman."
"Wait! Do you mean the beater, Ludo Bagman?" James asked shocked.
"Yes."
Everyone started protesting at once.
"Oh shut it all you quidditch fans!" I yelled. "Rookwood is using Ludo Bagman for information. He promised Ludo that he'd get him a job at the Ministry. Aren't Rookwood and Ludo's father friends or something? Ludo doesn't know that Rookwood is a death eater. Ludo might be a great quidditch player. But he's a dolt. I know a lot about him. So stop glaring daggers at me...all of you."
Remus, Lily and Dumbledore chuckled.
"Kingsley. Do you know him?" I asked.
"He's our dorm mate. Why?" Remus asked.
"He is an auror trainee. Is he with them?" Sirius asked bewildered.
"No. He'll join him when hell freezes over. I just wanted to know... Thomas? Do you guys know any Thomas?"
"What Thomas? There are about 5 Thomases," Frank asked.
"I donno. Tell me about them."
Frank raised his eyebrows. "All of them?"
I nodded.
"Well, there's one Thomas from our year," Gideon said.
"1 sec. Can I have a pen and a paper?" I asked Remus.
He pulled out a small pocket book and a pen from his pocket. I opened an empty page and started writing.
"Go on."
*Remus's POV*
She started scribbling down the details.
"Flavian Thomas. He works at Mungo's." Gideon continued.
"Wife and children?"
"He married a muggleborn. He has a kid." Fabian said.
"His house?"
"Ravenclaw."
"Status?"
"Halfblood."
"Race?"
Everyone looked at her as if she's grown a pair of antlers.
"What?"
"His race?"
"Is that important?"
"Very much."
"White."
She put a cross mark at the bottom.
"And?"
"There's one in our year," Frank said.
She scribbled that down.
"Adrian Thomas. Gryffindor, works in DMLE, single and a White."
She scribbled everything and put a cross mark at the bottom.
"Michael Thomas. A year down us," Alice piped up. "Hufflepuff Seeker. Pureblood. Single. Magical Transportation. Brown."
"Gary Thomas. Muggleborn, Slytherin chaser, Single. Black . Works in Public Information Services," Sturgis said.
"Xander Thomas. Muggleborn, Slytherin, Single, Black, Unspeakable," Moody grunted.
She sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. "Why are all these single?" She groaned.
"Why may I ask you want to know about this Thomas?" Edgar asked.
"They will want him."
"And which Thomas might that be?" Dorcas asked.
"Not Flavian and Adrian."
"That leaves Michael, Gary and Xander. A Hufflepuff and two Slytherins..." Lily frowned.
"A pureblood, and two muggleborns," James said.
"Works in Magical Transportation, Public Information and an Unspeakable," I said looking at the notes.
"The question is, why do we need him?" Dumbledore asked.
"Because... They will want him. But he doesn't want to work for them. So, they will kill him."
Silence.
"It sounds weird every time you talk in either past or future tenses," Cardoc sighed.
"Its the guy who marries a muggle...probably by the end of this year," she said at last.
"And yet your inner eye isn't showing you who that bloke is?" Padfoot smirked.
Most of the people chuckled.
"You look so much smarter when you don't speak, Black," she smiled.
Everyone laughed.
"Alright. What about you, Sturgis?" Dumbledore asked.
"Things are getting darker, Sir. They are abducting the kids of the people who are refusing to give any information. There are rumors that they are planning to get the kids of the wizards and witches who are standing their ground, infected with...umm..." He looked at me nervously. "Lycanthropy," he sighed.
"What?!" Everyone said at once.
"That's mental!"
"They can't do it!"
"That's atrocious!" I said aloud. "They can't do it to kids!"
No! This is not right. The kids should live a cursed life. Just like mine. I am lucky and blessed. I survived because I have got loving parents and found great friends at school. But this is not easy for everyone. It's a cursed life. Turning into a blood thirsty monster every month is not something, someone should deserve. Not kids! The society will never accept you. No. They can't do it! No kid should suffer like I did. I had three friends who turned animagi for me. To help me. Not every werewolf gets such friends. No. They can't do that!
Under the table, Kitty squeezed my hand. I didn't realise that my fingers curled into fists and I was shaking. She was holding my hand tight and tracing patterns on the back of my hand. She was staring into the space.
"It's always known that Voldemort wants an army of all kinds of dark creatures. Rumors are, he promised Greyback, prey in return of his services," Dumbledore said calmly.
"He promised Greyback what he desires the most," I said. "It's his mission in life, to contaminate as many people as possible."
"But kids? That's disgusting," Dorcas growled.
"Greyback wants to create enough werewolves to overcome the wizards," Kitty said still staring into the space. "He specializes in children. Bite them young, and raise them away from their parents, raise them to hate normal wizards," she paused and turned to everyone. "I told you already, old stinking Voldy is using to marshal the werevolves, Giants, vampires...all the...what you call, 'dark creatures', 'unworthy', 'scum', 'filth'...
And now Voldy's like, 'come on now, bitches, kill these people who treat you like filth and I'll give you freedom and a better life!' Everything sent out, returns to the source-you." She bit her lip. "Do you know who is effected the most in the wars? Kids. Their minds and hearts get... I'm sorry I need some air," she quickly got to her feet and ran out of the room, giving one piercing look at Dumbledore.
"I'll go—"
"No, Remus. Please sit down," Dumbledore interrupted me. "Excuse me for a moment," He swiftly got up and walked out of the room, his cloak bellowing behind him.
Everyone were looking confused and curious.
"Sorry, she is disturbed a bit," I told everyone.
James, Lily, Sirius and I exchanged confused glances.
"Old stinking Voldy," Gideon laughed.
"Oh you haven't heard what she said to the death eater that night!" Padfoot laughed.
"She's got a perfect mouth to invite trouble," Moody said smiling and shaking his head.
*Sirius's POV*
For the next few minutes, we talked about the attacks, the Ministry plans, possible death eaters and our missions. Everyone were busy giving their information.
"What is taking them so long?" Lily whispered worried.
"Probably another breakdown. She seems to be worried about something," Moony frowned leaning towards us.
"Nah! She'll be fine," I waved my hand dismissively.
"You talk like you know her," Prongs smirked.
I rolled my eyes as I looked around. Moony's sitting beside Lily, Lily beside Prongs, and I beside him. So it was a bit easy for us to talk to each other.
"Really Padfoot. You both argue like immature pigs, all the time and the next moment you act like nothing ever happened and behave like good friends," Lily smirked.
"No, we don't!"
"Oh really?" Prongs smirked. "Tell me, she broke your leg and you were getting on her nerves and sneering at her the whole time. And what happened at night?
You had a nice talk.
And the other night, you both had an awkward argument. What happened the next day? She painted an amazing picture of yours, won the bet, and you both stayed awake all night, watching a horror movie."
"I... We—"
"And you both ate all the cake and the pudding! You had 3 large firewhiskies, and you kept refilling her coke can," Moony smirked.
"And you emptied my chocolate stash!" Prongs exclaimed.
"Well, I didn't find Moony's so..." I grinned.
"I don't understand, Padfoot," Moony chuckled. "Who in their right mind would watch a horror movie after having a terrible nightmare?!" He shook his head.
"What movie? What nightmare?" Marlene joined in. She was busy talking to Vance till now.
"Nothing. Pryde told me about some creepy horror—"
"Sorry it a bit long," Dumbledore came in smiling.
Pryde wasn't with him.
The meeting continued for another fifteen minutes and Tinky called us for dinner.
'Black!' I jumped startled. 'Black! Did I give you a scare? Come out here for a second. I'm in the courtyard,' I heard her in my head.
'And why should I?'
'If you don't, you'll regret...Don't you dare roll your eyes now!'
I smirked and rolled my eyes.
Prongs raised an eyebrow.
"I'll be back," I told him and walked out without being noticed.
The moment I stepped out of the door, the cold wind hit me hard on my face.
She was standing in the courtyard, with a cloak on.
"What is it, Pryde?" I growled. "Do you know how cold it is out here?"
"Oh!" She looked around. "So this is what cold is? Now I understand what I should call the feel I feel when I'm around you," she smiled.
"No! The feel you feel when you are around me isn't cold, Pryde. Its arousal!" I smirked.
"Black, I've advised you already. You should go look at yourself in a mirror before you say such things," she shook her head.
"You know, most days when I look into the mirror, I feel like I'm losing my charms. But when I look at you, I feel lucky!" I grinned.
She scoffed. "Mirrors can't talk, lucky for you, they can't laugh either!"
I scoffed. "I bet at least 5 mirrors might've shattered into pieces when you tried to see yourself in them," I said looking her from head to toe.
I hit it. She glared at me for a moment.
"Touché. No mirror broke. Anyway, I'm curvy and I love it!" She huffed.
I couldn't help but laugh. "Hey! I'm not judging," I shrugged.
"Says the one who said —"
"Pryde, are we really going keep arguing in this wonderful, snowy night? Is that why you called me?"
"Ummm...well, actually, I couldn't get your bike started... So..."
"You couldn't get my bike started?! What the hell were you planning to do with my bike?"
"Well, technically, its mine for another few days. Remember? I won it in a bet?"
"Fine. What were to planning on? Become the first ice sculpture of an underdressed woman riding a sexy black Triumph Bonneville?!" I paused. "Hmm... Riding a sexy Black. It sounds sexy!"
She rolled her eyes. "I want some air!"
"You're right. People inside the Manor are suffocating at the moment. And we are too...in this open courtyard."
"Fine. Thank you. You can go in now and enjoy the dinner. I'm going out for a walk," she huffed and turned to walk away.
"Pryde, wait! Did you forget what happened last time and what Dumbledore said?"
She stopped in her tracks and turned around and raised her eyebrows.
"You're telling me not to do something that I'm not supposed to do? You? Of all people?"
"Touché. But—"
"I feel like I'm...angry...or...I donno. I feel like...you know...something...well, its just anger and something else I can't name. I feel like I wanna scream...hit someone...and.."
"And get drunk."
"Yes, a bit," she nodded vigorously. "And I...I feel good after a good long ride... A ride on the bike! Not the one you always think about! Stop laughing!"
I heard a muffled noise in my pocket. And I pulled the mirror out.
"Padfoot? Padfoot?"
"Prongs."
"Where are you? Where's Kitty?"
"Pryde and I are having a little chat."
"You're not arguing again, are you?" Lily asked.
"Well, we did. And we're just talking now."
"Outside? Get your lazy arses inside right now!"
I looked at Pryde and she groaned.
"Calm down, Lils. Listen, we're going out. We'll be back soon in... 15?" I looked at Pryde.
She shrugged.
"Where are you going?"
"Just here. Don't worry. Just for some air. We'll be back soon. Tell Marlene that I'll meet her tomorrow."
"Sure..."
"Hey! Come back home in one piece!" Lily said.
"Bye Lily!"
I put the mirror back into my pocket.
"Hey...if you have...you know.. Any plans with Marlene, you can go..its OK...I'll just go take a walk..."
"Stop talking, Pryde. It's alright. You need some air and we're going for that." Because I think I've just seen a glint of scarlet in those eyes moments ago.
"You sure?"
"Yes I am."
"Let's go then."
"Wait! Are you going to come like this?"
"Why yes I am. Do you want me to wear some glittery gown or what?!"
"Pryde, pajamas, cloak and slippers? Tell me you're kidding me."
"Well, I forgot to pack my bags when I Time Travelled. Give me another time turner and I'll be back in a jiffy."
I shook my head, pulled out my wand and waved it over her. Her slippers turned to trainers, her PJs to a light blue blouse and black trousers. I conjured a scarf and a pair of gloves, and gave it to her.
"Wow! Thanks!" She beamed looking at herself. "This is cool!"
"Let's go," I said running towards my motorcycle.
"The electric start isn't working."
"I think I need to change the batteries," I kick started the bike and it roared to life. "Come on!"
"Wait. I thought I was going to ride."
"Oh I forgot you have the map of England in your head! Every nook and corner!"
She rolled her eyes and hopped onto the bike.
"Wait." I took my helmet and pointed my wand at it. "Geminio," I muttered and made a replica of it and gave it to her.
"Thanks."
And I rode into the dark night.
She sat in silence for a while.
"Hey Pryde?"
"Yeah?"
"What's on your mind?"
"I think I wanna get drunk and hit the bed."
"Sure you do."
*My POV*
We walked into a pub.
"A muggle pub?" I raised my eyebrows.
"Its safer. Beer?"
"No. Never liked it. I'll have vodka."
He raised an eyebrow.
We walked over to the bar and he ordered a double vodka cranberry for me and a double gin and tonic for himself. He paid and we took a table closer to the bar.
We sat in silence for few minutes.
"So, do you want to sit here and keep staring at your drink the whole time or do you want to talk?" He asked leaning lazily on his chair.
"Talk about what?" About how you makes my heart skip a beat?
"Anything," he shrugged. "How about your family? Don't you miss them?"
I stared at him for a moment.
"You are my family, Black."
He raised an eyebrow.
"I mean...you guys... James, Lily, Mr and Mrs Potter, Remus, Peter, you, Regulus, the Order...this is my family...now."
"I'm not talking about us. I'm talking about your real family. Don't you miss them?"
"I...miss my mum...sometimes... But... I...think she is doing great. I miss my friends, and I think they are okay now...so... I'm fine here..."
"You know, about the things I saw that night—"
"You just saw few of the worst things that have happened to me... I had my best moments too... I had great friends in college and a brother who always gets on my nerves...wonderful cousins...And you know...they are just memories now. But I have you...I have you people now. People I always loved... Magic to learn. A war to fight. A Dark wizard to kill. Everything I ever wanted," I smiled and gulped down my vodka. "Merlin's pants. Ugghh," I shuddered.
"You don't drink, do you?" He laughed.
"I do. Rarely. Well, it was just a couple of times. With friends and cousins. In secret."
"In secret? Why would you drink in secret?"
"Because in my country, girls aren't supposed to get drunk or smoke. That's like saying Voldemort's name aloud."
"Wh...what?! That's stupid!"
"And my parents are strict like hell. So... " I shrugged.
"Why here? Why did you wish to come here? Why us? You could've chosen the time before the raise of Voldy. Or when he opened the Chamber, killing Myrtle. Or you could've chosen to stop the birth of Voldy or...you could've chosen any time.. Why now? Why during the middle of the war?"
"The war hasn't started yet," I smiled. "And why now? Because of you...you guys...the marauders... James and Lily...the Order...you, Remus, Regulus and Peter...and few other people... You touched my heart. I fell in love with you...I mean you guys...I never wanted you dead. I felt like I lost a part of myself every time one of you died... I was actually going through some bulshit phase and you became my world. I used to think about you...always... I always wished to intervene and stop these deaths. And a war? I always wanted a dangerous adventure. So..here I am..."
He sighed and gulped down his drink. "Do you want me to get another one?"
"Sure. Thanks."
*James's POV*
"It's been an hour!" Marlene sighed
"Where did they go? " Moony asked looking at the clock. All the hands were pointed towards "mortal peril" so we didn't have any clue.
Moony, Peter, Marlene, Lily and I were in the sitting room playing wizard chess.
"Haven't the foggiest," I shrugged.
"You think they'll be alright?" Lily asked.
"Ofcourse! Its Padfoot and Kitty right?!" Peter said.
"Well, that's what worries me the most," Lily sighed.
We heard the soft buzz of the alarm.
"I think its them," Peter said.
I heard a muffled noise and pulled the mirror out of my pocket.
"Prongs! Prongs!"
"Padfoot? What is it?"
"Open the door, will you?" He panted.
Moony and I rushed to the door and opened it.
"What the F**k?!" Moony and I swore.
Lily gasped behind us.
Padfoot and Kitty were both staggering. They were both covered in blood.
"Blood. Why are you always covered in blood?" Marlene asked.
"Well, aren't you going to test if we're the real ones or not?" Kitty grinned.
"What the hell happened to you?!" Lily yelled.
Padfoot started laughing his arse off.
"Well, that's not a question, Lily," she shook her head.
"How does the map work?" Moony asked.
"I solemnly swear that I'm up to no good," Padfoot and Kitty said in unison.
We moved aside and they both walked in.
"Mischief Managed," Kitty chuckled.
They both fell in the floor near the fireplace.
"Oh dear God! You guys are hurt!" Lily hurried bringing the potions and first aid.
"I thought you guys just went for some air! What happened?" I asked sitting across them.
Padfoot let out a bark like laughter. Kitty was chuckling.
"You both are drunk, aren't you?" Moony asked.
"Did you guys try to kill yourselves?"
"Don't tell me you ran into a bunch of death eaters."
"Sirius get your shit up right and tell me what the hell happened?" Lily screeched.
"Don't worry. This isn't our blood," Padfoot grinned.
"What?! Then whose blood is this? Were you sacrificing an animal to Gods?" Moony asked frowning.
"She got into a fight. Pryde. At the pub," Padfoot laughed.
"Excuse me, what?" Moony asked again.
"I got into a fight," Kitty grinned.
"A fight?"
"We escaped...from the police," she laughed.
*Sirius's POV*
"So, it was in my fourth year. I heard Marlene talk about 'that time of the month' and how horrible it is. She was too sad and was craving for sweets. So I pulled her aside and told her that its okay to be different, its not her fault that she's a werewolf, shit happens to people and promised to keep her secret and help her in every possible way and stand by her side. She slapped me hard. And that was the day Moony enlightened us about the Satan's sacrificial waterfalls," I grinned.
She choked on her drink. "Well that's a wonderful way to put it. Satan's sacrificial waterfalls. Do you want me to get you another drink?"
"Yeah. Thanks."
She walked over to the bar and ordered two chocolate martinis.
We've been drinking everything and talking about random things for the past half an hour.
"That's one big sexy arse you've got there," I heard a voice and turned to see a bloke standing beside her, drinking his beer, grinning. The men at the table beside him laughed. They were all drunk.
She stared at him for a moment, "Yeah I know it."
"Well, the pretty little guy you came with doesn't seem to appreciate it. So why don't you ditch that pathetic boyfriend of yours and come with me? I've heard Indians are snake charmers and you definitely charmed mine," he smirked moving closer to her. His friends hooted.
"He's not my boyfriend. But sorry you gotta have at least twelve teeth to ride this ride. And yeah, Indian women are more more than snake charmers. They can surely differentiate a snake and an earthworm with just one look at the guy's face. And I know that ain't a snake there, needle dick." She took the drinks and turned to leave.
I laughed aloud, banging my fists on the table. Everyone sitting around looked at me. The bloke's face fell and his mates let out an "ooooooh".
"I think you should see it for yourself," he grabbed her arm sneering.
I stood up.
'Sit down, Black. I can handle this,' I heard her voice in my head.
I frowned and looked at her. 'Trust me.'She gave me an evil grin. She turned around and took a sip of the chocolate martini and smiled.
"Why? Do you want me to embarrass you again? In the bed too? That's an unusual request."
"Let us see what you're going to say the moment I shove my dick in your ass."
"I'd be like, 'wait. Are you really in? Coz I don't feel anything.'"
By this point, a quarter of the pub was looking at them.
"You fckn whore!" He yelled and pushed her onto the table.
"Hey!" I yelled and in two strides I was standing in front of him.
"Stand aside, you little coward," one of the men tried to push me standing between me and them.
WHAM.
CRASH.
THUD.
Everything happened so fast.
She Kicked the one holding her in his crotch, crashed the beer pint on the guy's head. And they both hit the floor.
"Don't call him a coward. And don't touch a woman without her permission," she said in a cold voice. The other three blokes got to their feet to help their friends up. Most of the people around started cheering.
"Black, you want another drink? This bloke just spilled the one I took earlier. And yeah I need some cheering from you yoo."
"Are you insane? Pryde, what are you trying to do?"
"Hey! Get out of the pub. All of you!" The manager yelled.
The bloke, now who got to his feet, strode forward and caught hold of her hair. But before I could get to him, his cronies pushed me back.
I heard a scream and we all turned to see her, pulling the bloke's hair and she started punching him on his ribs until he let go off her.
The crowd went mad.
She kicked him thrice in his crotch until he was on the floor.
"Pryde!" I yelled as another one ran to her.
She turned around in time, to take a chair and hit the guy with it.
"I don't see you cheering, Black!" She came running, jumped on a chair and then onto the bloke restraining me. I kicked the other one.
With another CRASH, WHACK, WHAM, THUD, four of them were on the floor, groaning. The crowd were cheering. She was punching the last one, when one of them took out a hand gun and pointed at her back.
"Pryde!" I yelled as I ran to her, pulling her aside, as I threw tankard at him.
BANG.
The bullet hit one of his friends in the shoulder.
Chaos. People were screaming and running.
"Black, get him!" She screamed as she ran to the bloke who got hit. The bloke who shot, was about to run away. I threw a chair at him and he crashed into the floor. She tore the shirt off the bloke who got hit, and pressed it hard against the wound to stop bleeding.
"It alright. You'll be fine. Breathe..." She told him. "Call an ambulance!" She yelled. She helped the guy onto a chair. "Breathe...okay? Its just on the shoulder."
He nodded and held onto his shirt.
I grabbed the bloke by collar and dragged him to his friend.
She walked over to him and punched him hard on his face.
"YOU COULD'VE KILLED US! YOU COULDVE GOT YOUR FRIEND KILLED! WHO THE FCK GAVE YOU THE RIGHT TO KILL SOMEONE? 'THOU SHALT NOT KILL!' WASN'T THAT THE COMMANDMENT?" she paused. "Alright," she panted looking around. The pub was in a total mess. It was almost empty. "Listen up, everybody," she yelled at the top of her voice. "Never ever touch a woman without her permission. Never ever harass a woman. Its a No No. Women are sweet, but they aren't weak. They can kick the shit outta your arses, if they want to. And never try to kill anyone."
We heard the ambulance and the police.
I caught hold of her hand and pulled her up. "Its time for us to leave," I whispered
"YOU!" The manager bellowed. "You are going to pay for this!"
I took few bills out and put it on the table beside me.
"Where is the loo?" She asked a bartender. He pointed it.
She pulled my hand and we hurried to the loo.
"The loo? That's not an ideal place to shag," I smirked.
"Apparate, you thick head!" She smacked me on my head.
*Remus's POV*
We stared at them for a moment after Padfoot finished the story.
"You promised me an icecream, Black," Kitty sighed.
"Tell me, how high are you?" I asked her.
"5'4 and a half," she grinned.
"You could've died!" Lily yelled.
"Lily, we're unhurt, not even a scratch. We're alive. Calm down!"
"Don't you 'calm down' me girl!"
"Honey, I knew I could take them. They were drunk!"
"Take them? They had a gun!"
"I had Black! He had my back!" She paused. "Well, that sounded awkward."
Padfoot and Prongs sniggered.
"But they were being jerks!" She continued. "Think for once, how many women they might've harassed!"
"She's right. Women were cheering on her!" Padfoot grinned. "The barmaids were the loudest."
That shut Lily up. In a room full of feminists, no one is going to argue on that.
Padfoot is the biggest feminist of all. He used to get drunk and give lectures about feminism in the common room.
"I think I need to pee," Kitty got to her feet and staggered for a moment and then ran out of the room as if her arse was on fire.
"Why did you go to the pub in the first place?" Marlene asked. "We've got a bar in the Manor!"
"She needed some air, Marls," Padfoot smiled at her. "She's going through some phase."
"What phase?"
"Well, she lost her family and friends," Padfoot shrugged.
Peter choked on his butterbeer. Prongs, Lily and I exchanged quick glances.
"What?!" Marlene asked gobsmacked.
"I need to take a shower," Padfoot got to his feet.
"I think we must be leaving too," Marlene told Lily.
"Yeah right. Take care guys," she kissed Prongs and Marlene kissed Padfoot.
*My POV*
I took a hot shower and was drying my hair. 'Everybody' by Backstreet Boys was playing on my phone and I was dancing along with the music.
CRACK.
I jumped startled.
"Black! There is a rule. Knock before you enter."
He scoffed. "You know that I don't follow rules, Pryde."
He was dripping wet. He just came out of the shower and had a towel wrapped around his waist. He's got tattoos of the foot prints of a stag, a wolf, a dog and a rat, which were moving along his chest, back and forth. There are few other tattoos on his biceps. With his lean, muscular, toned body, with tattoos and few scars, the hair and his eyes... He is irresistible. And he smells like chocolate. Pryde, what the hell is wrong with you?
As if he red my mind, he smirked. "Having naughty thoughts about me, Pryde?"
I scoffed and rolled my eyes. "In your dreams, Black!"
"Says the one who has been staring at me, mouth wide open, for the past couple of minutes."
"I was looking at your tattoos. I was wondering if you've got the Black's motto, Tojours Pur—"
"Over my dead body!" He scoffed.
"—on your butt," I finished.
He raised an eyebrow. "On my butt?"
I smirked.
"Why did I never think if it?"
"You dint?"
"I'll get it tomorrow," he grinned.
"I like tattoos..."
"Then why don't you get one?"
"I donno...maybe the needles. I don't like them," I cringed.
"You're scared of needles?" He laughed.
"I said I dint like them. Why don't you out on some clothes, Black?"
"Why? You can't resist this handsome, God sent gift to the world?"
"Can you hear yourself?"
He stepped closer.
"Distance, Black," I mumbled looking into his mysterious grey eyes.
"Irresistible, aren't I?" He smirked.
What the hell are you doing? Pryde, stand your ground. Dear Helga! He smells like chocolate. I felt a tug inside. I think he might have too. He took a step back.
"I thought you might like some pudding," he jerked his head towards the bed.
"What?! Wha... No.. I" I looked at the bed and saw a bowl of pudding on it. "Oh! Thanks, Black."
He nodded. "Breathe."
I didn't realise I was holding my breath.
"Good night, Pryde."
"Good night, Black."
And he walked out of the room.
"Phew! That was close," I muttered to myself.
I heard a knock on my door.
*Remus's POV*
Padfoot came out of her room and shook his head like a dog.
"Damn that was something," he muttered to himself rubbing his chest.
"You look good in clothes too, Padfoot."
"Shut up, Moony," he mumbled and walked back to our room.
I knocked on Kitty's door.
"What is it now, Black?"
I opened the door and walked in.
"Oh hey, Remus! Sorry I thought it was Black," she smiled.
"Hey. Are you alright?"
"Never better," she grinned.
"You got hurt?"
"Nope. Not a single scratch."
"So...you can fight?"
"Well, I have a brother...had...have...whatever," she waved her hand dismissively. "So, you are supposed to know how to fight."
I raised my eyebrows.
"Are you alright?"
"I think you've asked me that already, Remus," she chuckled.
"I meant, on the inside."
"What?"
I smiled.
"Yeah. I'm good. I feel good," she smiled.
I kept smiling.
"I'm really good, Remus. Thanks for asking," she smiled.
"Take rest. We're going out. Call Tinky, if you need something."
"Thanks. You take care of yourselves too."
