Sleeping In
Remus Lupin awoke from his chambers by a loud knock at his door. Growling into his pillow, he rolled over and pulled his soft, midnight blue comforter over his head. Just as he was slipping back into the blissful embrace of slumber, there was another pound on his door, this time accompanied by a female voice. "Remus.?" came a smooth tone from the door. Then a little sharper, "Remus!! What are you doing? You're going to be late for your first class!" This time, his eyes flew open and he rolled over to look at his watch on the nightstand. 8:43 a.m. He cursed and shot up, trying to roll off the bed and onto his feet. That didn't work out so well. He had gotten tangled up in his sheets sometime during his snoozing and he fell to the carpeted floor with a "thump." A loud, "BANG!" was heard and Sylvia Sinistra came dashing into the room, looking quite alarmed, her raven-colored hair flying behind her plum robes. "Remus?!" she looked around, finally spotting him on the ground clad in green and white plaid boxers, a white undershirt and a sheet. Remus groaned into the carpet. This was going to be a long day.
Remus unlocked the door to his classroom and relieved Sylvia of the books, pieces of parchment and quills that she had been holding for him. His younger colleague laughed. "You're just lucky I had to get up early this morning to keep up the chartings on Luna," she smiled. "I never have any classes this early on a Monday, so I usually sleep in." He dropped his materials on his desk and looked up to grin at his younger colleague. "So I owe my thanks to the moon, eh?" he smirked. "My, how things change." She gave him an odd smile and looked at him for a long time. "Yes, they do." He raised his eyebrows at her in a bit of surprise. Just then, the students started piling in behind Sylvia and she said good-bye and departed. He sat down behind his desk and began organizing his papers while the students filed in behind him. A quiet figure rushed by his desk and quickly slunk into a seat. He glanced up from his desk, but found that he couldn't tell which student it had been. His eyes swept the class and he paused for a split second on a figure in the back joking and laughing with a tall red-haired boy and a shorter green-eyed one.
Torture. Bitter-sweet torture.
She watched him lecture the class on the Succubus. Her hand, almost out of it's own accord, took notes naturally. But that didn't stop her from admiring him.
He stopped, at the end of one major point, and he allowed his eyes to survey the class. His eyes stopped when they locked on hers, and she felt a sense of dread, recalling yesterday's events.but then, he smiled at her. And he moved on with the lecture. She shut her eyes momentarily. Did he know what he could do with that one smile? She didn't think he did. Otherwise, she doubted he would be giving it out as freely. She looked up as the bell rang, and slowly collected her things.
*~*Later that Night*~*
She sobbed into her pillow, illuminated by the moonlight. Why him? Hermione wondered. Why oh, why, did it have to be him? Her pillow swallowed her cries, letting no sound escape it's soft embrace. It didn't hit her often, the depression. It probably struck her because she had her first class with him today. Either way, it didn't matter. It had hit her and there was nothing she could do anymore about it. Oh, how she hated it. Angrily, she pounded a fist against the mattress, the soft blankets trapping the sound. There was no use in letting the other girls know. She cried silently, angry tears streaming down her face. He would never even look twice at her. To him, all she was a child. It didn't matter if she was his friend; any form of romance between them was forbidden, and always would be. Her love for him stained the pillow with tears, much as it had stained her soul with grief. She loved him - how good it had felt when she had finally brought herself to admit it. She had tried to deny it in her third year; tried to make her believe that it was simply a crush. She had been miserable. A nervous wreck, even. Combine that with all the torment Harry and Ron had put her through, and .well, she didn't really want to think about that. She turned her head, the tears forming a river, its mouth ending in a damp spot on the crimson pillowcase. How does it feel a little voice in her head taunted. How does it feel knowing that the one man you really love will never, ever, feel anything towards you? A sob choked in her throat. It just wasn't fair! He would never know how she felt about him. How could he know? And yet, how could he not? How can he not notice her barely restrained love for him shining out of her eyes whenever she looked upon him? How could he not sense how she longed to hold him, cradle him against her, pouring out her true emotions toward him? Fate was cruel. So very, very cruel. She sniffed softly and turned her head, the river of tears slowly subsiding. She took a deep breath and shut her eyes, allowing her tears to carry her into a deep sleep. Outside her room, a feminine figure paused, fist raised as if debating whether or not to knock. Shaking her head, she lowered her hand and strode past the Head Girl's room.
A/N: I know, it's short, but I realize I haven't posted in ages, and I wanted to post what I had so far.
Remus Lupin awoke from his chambers by a loud knock at his door. Growling into his pillow, he rolled over and pulled his soft, midnight blue comforter over his head. Just as he was slipping back into the blissful embrace of slumber, there was another pound on his door, this time accompanied by a female voice. "Remus.?" came a smooth tone from the door. Then a little sharper, "Remus!! What are you doing? You're going to be late for your first class!" This time, his eyes flew open and he rolled over to look at his watch on the nightstand. 8:43 a.m. He cursed and shot up, trying to roll off the bed and onto his feet. That didn't work out so well. He had gotten tangled up in his sheets sometime during his snoozing and he fell to the carpeted floor with a "thump." A loud, "BANG!" was heard and Sylvia Sinistra came dashing into the room, looking quite alarmed, her raven-colored hair flying behind her plum robes. "Remus?!" she looked around, finally spotting him on the ground clad in green and white plaid boxers, a white undershirt and a sheet. Remus groaned into the carpet. This was going to be a long day.
Remus unlocked the door to his classroom and relieved Sylvia of the books, pieces of parchment and quills that she had been holding for him. His younger colleague laughed. "You're just lucky I had to get up early this morning to keep up the chartings on Luna," she smiled. "I never have any classes this early on a Monday, so I usually sleep in." He dropped his materials on his desk and looked up to grin at his younger colleague. "So I owe my thanks to the moon, eh?" he smirked. "My, how things change." She gave him an odd smile and looked at him for a long time. "Yes, they do." He raised his eyebrows at her in a bit of surprise. Just then, the students started piling in behind Sylvia and she said good-bye and departed. He sat down behind his desk and began organizing his papers while the students filed in behind him. A quiet figure rushed by his desk and quickly slunk into a seat. He glanced up from his desk, but found that he couldn't tell which student it had been. His eyes swept the class and he paused for a split second on a figure in the back joking and laughing with a tall red-haired boy and a shorter green-eyed one.
Torture. Bitter-sweet torture.
She watched him lecture the class on the Succubus. Her hand, almost out of it's own accord, took notes naturally. But that didn't stop her from admiring him.
He stopped, at the end of one major point, and he allowed his eyes to survey the class. His eyes stopped when they locked on hers, and she felt a sense of dread, recalling yesterday's events.but then, he smiled at her. And he moved on with the lecture. She shut her eyes momentarily. Did he know what he could do with that one smile? She didn't think he did. Otherwise, she doubted he would be giving it out as freely. She looked up as the bell rang, and slowly collected her things.
*~*Later that Night*~*
She sobbed into her pillow, illuminated by the moonlight. Why him? Hermione wondered. Why oh, why, did it have to be him? Her pillow swallowed her cries, letting no sound escape it's soft embrace. It didn't hit her often, the depression. It probably struck her because she had her first class with him today. Either way, it didn't matter. It had hit her and there was nothing she could do anymore about it. Oh, how she hated it. Angrily, she pounded a fist against the mattress, the soft blankets trapping the sound. There was no use in letting the other girls know. She cried silently, angry tears streaming down her face. He would never even look twice at her. To him, all she was a child. It didn't matter if she was his friend; any form of romance between them was forbidden, and always would be. Her love for him stained the pillow with tears, much as it had stained her soul with grief. She loved him - how good it had felt when she had finally brought herself to admit it. She had tried to deny it in her third year; tried to make her believe that it was simply a crush. She had been miserable. A nervous wreck, even. Combine that with all the torment Harry and Ron had put her through, and .well, she didn't really want to think about that. She turned her head, the tears forming a river, its mouth ending in a damp spot on the crimson pillowcase. How does it feel a little voice in her head taunted. How does it feel knowing that the one man you really love will never, ever, feel anything towards you? A sob choked in her throat. It just wasn't fair! He would never know how she felt about him. How could he know? And yet, how could he not? How can he not notice her barely restrained love for him shining out of her eyes whenever she looked upon him? How could he not sense how she longed to hold him, cradle him against her, pouring out her true emotions toward him? Fate was cruel. So very, very cruel. She sniffed softly and turned her head, the river of tears slowly subsiding. She took a deep breath and shut her eyes, allowing her tears to carry her into a deep sleep. Outside her room, a feminine figure paused, fist raised as if debating whether or not to knock. Shaking her head, she lowered her hand and strode past the Head Girl's room.
A/N: I know, it's short, but I realize I haven't posted in ages, and I wanted to post what I had so far.