A/N: Okay there is a quick trigger warning in here for mentions of sexual assault it just says who assaulted her and her comparing her trauma to others and isn't mentioned again, there is also a mention of blood but I didn't think it was super graphic but it mentions PTSD.
After their time in the kitchen Remy had walked Lydia back to the Gryffindor corridor. "J'ai passé un très bon moment." (I had a really nice time.) Lydia said looking into Remy's eyes as he put his free hand on Lydia's cheek since one was already preoccupied with Lydia's hand.
"Je suis d'accord, cela signifie-t-il que vous irez à Pré-au-Lard avec moi?" (I agree, does this mean you will go to Hogsmeade with me?) Remy asked hopefully. He started chewing on his bottom lip immediately after he had asked the question.
"Oui, mais nous ne pouvons pas rester ensemble tout le temps, je déjeune avec la famille de mon cousin, mais je suis libre avant et après cela. Je suis vraiment désolé, mais je vais vous rattraper en vous montrant les meilleurs endroits à Pré-au-Lard." (Yes, however we cannot stay together the entire time, I have lunch with my cousin's family, but I'm free before and after that. I truly am sorry, but I will make it up to you by showing you the best places in Hogsmeade.) Lydia was quite sad at the fact that the Malfoys had to pick the one time someone asked her on a date to Hogsmeade to force her to have lunch with them.
As soon as Remy was about to reply she heard the voice that belonged to a pompous prat that just couldn't seem to leave her alone! "You two seem quite cozy." Draco, now is not a good time.
"What do you want Malfoy besides to shove your slender nose where it doesn't belong." If voices could kill Draco would already be six feet under.
"You think my nose is slender do you?" Draco seemed happy at Lydia's attempt to insult him, there wasn't much material she could go off of in front of Remy.
"You didn't answer my question." By this point Remy had taken his hand off of Lydia's cheek, she felt cold exposed to the new breeze but he still held her hand and by the looks of it was discreetly inching his hand toward his wand for the worst case scenario.
"Lydia, who ez thiz man?" Remy, Remy, Remy, stop it! What was this boy doing to her?
"Remy this is my cousin, Draco, Draco this is Remy, he and I are going to Hogsmeade together this weekend."
"Like hell you are." Her proclamation made Draco furious.
"Excuse you?" Lydia knew he had trust issues but come on, look how pretty. Seriously? Get a grip!
"My father will be there, he will hear about this, Lydia, are you trying to get yourself killed?"
"As if your father would kill me," Lydia rolled her eyes.
"You might think you're special Lasanderia, but you are just as replaceable as the next, do you know how many people want to marry into the Malfoy name?"
"Okay, let me rephrase that, as if your father could kill me."
"Lydia," Draco had a warning tone.
Lydia was getting fed up, she really didn't want to have to explain this whole situation to Remy, "you know your father is afraid of my dad even touching him, imagine what would happen if your father killed me, also don't forget about the Potters, your family isn't the only one with influence Malfoy, so what were you actually doing up here in the first place and why aren't you with the rest of the snakes." Lydia knew Draco took no offence to the term "snake" as she took no offence to the term "lion". Remy looked exceptionally confused and oh boy was this going to be a long night of explanation.
"I had originally come up here to give you back a joint you left in my room but seeing as you are gallivanting around with this frog I'm just going to keep it."
"I understand you're upset but there is no need to be rude!"
"Maybe I zhould go." Remy announced.
At the same time Lydia said "NO!" Draco had said "yes".
"Listen, Remy, there is a lot I owe you an explanation for, Draco is an arse and he only says words intended to hurt people, do not take what he says seriously."
"Lydia I'm leaving, have fun with your little boy toy you slag." Draco's words were venomous but just as Lydia had told Remy he only intended to hurt her.
As soon as Draco left Fred and George came up, could this get any worse?
"Told you not to talk to Malfoy." George teased.
"Fuck off George, I could ruin your life with the snap of my fingers, don't test me right now." Lydia turned to Remy. "Let's go to the library, we can have an actual conversation without annoying gits there."
"Lyd, you wound me." There was a smirk lying underneath his tone, he was being especially obnoxious this year and Lydia had no clue why, Fred wasn't, Fred was being his normal level of obnoxious, what happened to the other half of the red-headed duo. Lydia heard Fred mutter a "lay off" as she and Remy headed toward the library.
"I owe you an explanation."
"You think?" Remy was, understandably, upset.
"Listen, ask me any question and I will answer, as dark as the question is, I won't hold back."
"You say Draco iz your cuzin but he made it zound like he waz marrying you, why?"
"Draco and I are cousins however we are also betrothed?"
"Waz that a quezion or an anzer?" Remy looked hurt, Lydia didn't know why but at the same time she understood exactly why. Why did this boy confuse her so much?
"An answer, though I wish it wasn't. You see I'm adopted, we are adopted cousins so it's not as bad as some pureblood families but I was not born a Black, I was adopted by my pere and papa," they hadn't touched on the subject of family stuff in the kitchens, it was mainly about their respective schools and their friends not family, Lydia figured that was second date? Could this even count as a date? She's never had to do this before, she's never had this many feelings toward someone, she's never known this confusion and she hates it!
"Before they adopted me I was born into a pureblood family, but like extreme pureblood, like would marry their sibling if they had to to keep the pureblood line. My birth parents sold me to marry the Malfoy's heir and that just happens to be Draco, the reason I couldn't invite you to lunch with us was because they might hurt you? I don't know? I'm allowed to date as long as in the end I marry Draco, which isn't happening by the way, my fathers are trying to figure a way out of the contract but dealing with dark wizards is tricky plus Draco can get, I don't know, protective over me so he makes this big scene and tries to put the blame on his father or him when he sees me hanging out with someone new or someone he knows I don't like. It's quite sweet actually." Lydia realized how much she had just said and suddenly felt awful because Remy said his English isn't that good. "I'm so sorry I should have explained that in French and now I'm still talking in English, great."
"No, you are okay, my accent iz theek, I am told, my mama iz actually from London, zo I underzand you I waz worried you would not underzand me."
"Oh, actually I'm quite good at understanding accents but if you prefer French that's fine with me."
"No, I like thad you do not care about my accent."
"Well I find your accent incredibly attractive, for what it's worth."
"No zmooth talking your way oud of ze conversation."
"I wasn't trying to, ask away."
"Why iz Draco zo protective over you? Not that I mind, you just don't zeem like zomeone who likez to be protected."
"We all like to feel safe...but you're right, I'm not the biggest fan of Draco being a drama queen anytime I try to have a conversation. But I guess to answer your question I've had quite the life and after last year I think Draco is worried that if he takes his eyes off of me for a second that I'll break."
"You are water."
"What?"
"You are water, people see you az thez delicate theng but in reality you break treez and are capable of deztruction when the ztrom hitz."
"Most people compare me to fire, I can blow up at a moment's notice."
"Itz the 'air." Lydia let out an airy laugh.
"Okay, you zaid az dark az the quezion iz. Zo tell me your life, tell me why Draco zeez you az fragile."
"Okay," Lydia took a breath, "promise not to hate me? I actually really like you and am scared that you'll hate me after I tell you this. Also I'm only telling you the bad parts but a majority of my life has been good, I'm good."
"I promize." He kissed her palm and didn't let go of her hand.
"I was abused, curicioed, and starved until I was three," Lydia took a gulp, "that's why I'm so tiny, we think it could be a curse so I can't gain wait," this is the first time that she has ever explained her past and been able to look the other person in the eye, there was something about him that made her trust him something that was welcoming, something that made her know he wasn't going to abandon her.
*Trigger warning* "I was sexually assaulted by my birth father, but it was only once so it's not as bad as it could be,"
Remy cut her off, "don't zay that, that zould never ha'en to anyone, no matter what, it iz bad, do not think it iz not." *End*
Lydia gave a small smile, grateful for his words, and continued on. "I-I, one day my birth father told me to stand at the end of the stairs and," she trusted this boy, that she had only just met, enough to where she was okay with tears leaking out, her empathic powers had never led her wrong before, right?
"He handed me a kn-nife," Lydia took another deep breath, "take az much time az you need, lovely." Remy encouraged.
"He told me to stand still and not to move...or else, I knew what or else was, if I had known what he was going to make me do I would have gone with the or else option, next thing I know, my gram, the only person I loved in that house, was falling down the stairs-s, sometimes, when an ink pot spills on me, I have flashbacks to the blood running down my small, two year old hand." Remy lifted their hands that were joined, "az long az you 'ave me, you will never zpill another ink pot my dearest Lydia, I will coat this hand in new memories." He smiled, a genuine smile.
"Do I want to know what that means?"
Remy gave a light chuckle, "you'll find out az time goez on." He gave her hand another kiss. "This is just the beginning my dearest." Lydia gave him a sad look. "Nothing bad really happened after that until I was eight, I was at my godparents's house and," was she actually about to confess this? This was something she was practically trained to keep a secret was she really about to tell the worst part about herself to a pretty french boy and just hope he understands, "I was attacked," vague.
"No 'atter 'ow dark Lydia, I will not puzh you to tell, but if you're afraid I can't handle it then don't worry, I can, you'd be zocked at what I can handle,"
"do you have any deep dark secrets?" Lydia thought that maybe if he told her something about him then she could maybe tell her secret that very few knew.
"Honestly, no, I come from a nice 'amily, my mother and father divorced when I waz young, maybe about two or three yearz old, my mother figured out she waz attracted to femalez and married my muma, I 'ave no siblings and that gets lonely but otherwise I'm perfect." He gave a cheeky grin to let Lydia know he was joking about the perfect part. "In all 'onesty, I am not perfect no, I get bullied a lot for my lack of father, but the comments never really got to me, I guess it's because I know that I don't need my dad, I 'ave 'im, yez, but I only zee 'im during 'olidayz. It doez not bother me, no, but I can zee the hurt on my parentz facez and thad'z what 'urtz ze moz."
"I know how you feel, minus the third parent, it hurts seeing your parents in pain. These people who would lay down their lives for you in a second, seeing something that breaks someone who seems indestructible, it takes a toll on you, knowing that everyone has a weakness."
"You are a werewolf,"
What? How did he know, he couldn't have...unless, is that why she felt trust in him? Is that why he had attracted her more and why her mind was going crazy? "So are you," Lydia said with slight shock.
"Correct, I think that iz why I am zo attracted to you," Remy tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, "may I?" He asked, all Lydia could do was nod her head.
As his lips reached her she felt as though she belonged, as cheesy as it sounded this was right, he had one hand on her cheek and one hand on her hip she had both hands on his neck, never wanting this to end but alas they needed air, stupid oxygen, "I'd like to do that again zometime," Remy said as he pressed his forehead against hers. "Me too."
"Az much az I'd like to continue now, you were not done, you can be though if you'd like."
"Fast forward to last year I got jumped because my father is Sirius Black, I'm still really fucked up from it and that's why Draco is so protective over me, please kiss me again." Lydia hurried breathlessly to finish, Remy agreed to continue with the last part of her statement. Lydia decided to be bold and sit on his lap, straddling him, his tongue begged for an entrance and she was more than happy to give into his plea, suddenly they heard an "ahem", shit.
Lydia turned with pink hair and red cheeks, "hey gammy Mimmie," Lydia looked down not wanting to face her pseudo grandma, you think it's awkward being caught by your parents, being caught by your grandmother was so much worse as Lydia had just found out.
"So, would you like me to floo your fathers or write to them." McGonagall cut right to the chase. "Secret option c where we keep this between us." Lydia put on her most innocent face she could muster, which is quite hard when you can feel your boyfriend? Maybe? Hopefully? Being… well quite hard.
"Lasanderia, I'd expect this from your father, but you? He is a visitor to our school. How dare you defile our guest." Lydia knew Minnie was saying this to get a rise out of her, but instead of a rise she just got puppy dog eyes.
"I'm sorry gammy Mimmie, it won't happen again." Well at least she could say she tried.
"Oh, you're right it won't happen again, you want to know how I know?"
"How?" Lydia wasn't sure if she actually wanted to know the answer.
"Because if your father ever meets that boy," as if it were a cue, Remy put his head down trying turn his attention to anything but the conversation at hand. "He will be on the wall with the house elves in Grimmauld Place."
"Do I want to know what that meanz?"
"No, no you really don't."
"I suppose I have made myself clear, next time maybe ask Potter to borrow a map oh and three points from Gryffindor." Minnie left with a wink.
"Zhe iz zcary."
"Little bit, yeah."
"Zhe iz your grandmother?"
"Pseudo grandmother."
"Zat makez thiz zo 'uch better." Remy said voice dripping with sarcasm.
"As much as I hate to say this, it's almost curfew."
"Want me to walk you to your tower?"
"That sounds great." He gave Lydia one last kiss before they left the library, "I'll meet you here at noon for Hogsmeade?" Remy asked as they approached Gryffindor tower.
"That sounds perfect." With one last kiss he bade her goodbye, she walked to her dorm with a smile and butterflies in her stomach, this year was going to be okay.
A/N: ...I started writing this when it was light outside, I think maybe around 4... anyways it is now 10 and dark outside...I didn't mean to do it but it's done. This was like five pages long and has got to be my longest chapter here. I truly admire people who write 10,000 words per chapter. Thank you! Stay healthy and stay safe!