"I refuse to believe it, Hermione!" Harry Potter screamed, flinging himself onto the burgundy couch of the Gryffindor Common Room. Hermione Granger bit her lip and let out a suffering sigh.
"Harry, if Dumbledore says-"
"Dumbledore says! Dumbledore always bloody says something, Hermione, and he usually means the complete oppositte." Harry looked up at his friend. "I think this is when you do the friend thing and let me wallow in my own self-pity."
"Harry James Potter!" Hermione exclaimed, throwing up her hands. "I know you miss Ron, I do too! But that is no reason to be so crude." Harry opened his mouth to speak, but Hermione's glare shut him up. "I really think Dumbledore is right about this, Harry. I've looked and looked. Even in the Restricted Section! There is nothing on how to get him back. In order to even attempt to retrieve him we need at least a piece of the Time Turner. Which, as you know, we don't have."
"But..." Hermione stared wide-eyed as Harry's lower lip quivered a second before he gathered control of himself. "I miss him, 'Mione."
"I know, Harry." Hermione replied softly, walking over and sitting next to Harry on the couch. "I wish he was ho-"
"What the fuck is that?" Harry squeeled, leaping from his seat until he was standing on the couch in a defensive stance.
"Language!" Hermione snapped, before turning and looking at the apparation that was appearing in front of the fireplace. A boy their age had appeared, though you could see right through him. It wasn't like a ghost, for he didn't hold the silvery tint. It was more like a holograhm. The boy had long black hair and a frown on his face as he stared into the flames.
"He looks familiar." Harry whispered, staring as the boy's mouth moved. No words could be heard, but the manifestation was definitely talking. The boy turned suddenly and glared in the direction of the boy's dorm. Then, the vision flickered and vanished.
"That was weird." Hermione said softly. Her and Harry shared a look. "I think we need to talk to Dumbledore."
"What do you want?" Sirius Black snapped, looking over at the stairs leading to the boy's dormitory.
"You can stop being so snappy towards me, you know." Ron replied, walking past Sirius to sit on the couch. Sirius swung around to stare at the redhead.
"Yes I do!" Sirius yelped.
"No you don't!" Ron glared.
"Will you two shut up!" Remus screamed from his corner of the room. Ron blinked in suprise, not even knowing the werewolf was over there. Aparrantly Sirius was devoid of this knowledge, too, since he stared at the boy in total shock. Remus stood from his chair and threw his four-inch thick Transfiguration Encyclopedia to the floor. "You two are pathetic! I do not want to deal with this anymore! Ron, come here!"
"Don't go! Run for your life!" Sirius hissed as Ron stood and followed Remus out of the common room.
It's official, Ron thought to himself, Sirius Black is by far the weirdest person I've ever encountered. One moment he's mad at me, the next being nice... almost playful.'
"Ron." Remus repeated, interupting his thoughts. Ron looked up at Remus, catching his golden eyes and blushing lightly. It had been a week exactly since their first kiss. Sirius had made a pathetic attempt at pushing Ron to the side, but Remus was a lot more stubborn than he looked. ron wasn't sure whether the Animagi had given up his conquest, or was simply buying his time. Still, it was a little unnerving and not to mention confusing.
"Uh, yeah?" Ron stammered. Ron felt like kicking himself. Over the past week he had been becomming more and more nervous around the werewolf. He stuttered, tripped, and even ran into a tree once. It was becomming annoying to say the least.
"You don't like me anymore, do you?" Remus asked. Ron stared at him a moment. Yes, the boy was indeed serious.
"Where did you get that idea?"
"The way you've been acting! You've been responding more to conversations with Peter than with me here lately." Remus accused, a frown etching accross his normally smiling face.
"I-I-I..." Ron gave up speech. It was being of no use to him at the moment. Though Ron was quite certain he never would be able to come up with something good to say anyway.
"If you want to go back to just being friends, I understand." Remus said softly, looking away. "I was a little fresh with you in the beginning anyway. Boy did I pick a good time, eh? Right before the full moon? That was stupid."
"No, it wasn't." Ron replied, finally finding his voice. "I just... I don't know how this whole relationship thing works. And with Sirius-"
"That dumbass!" Remus hissed under his breath.
"With Sirius being so weird," Ron continued, pretending he didn't hear Remus' outburst. "It's really hard to do much of anything with you. I mean, whereever we go he's there. Always breathing down your neck and trying to smell you."
"He doesn't not!" Remus insisted. Ron chuckled.
"Yes he does."
"No way!" Remus turned away, but Ron grabbed his arm and pulled him back around. Using more force than was nessecary, Remus ended up extremely close to the redhead. Ron held his breath, finding his line of vision dropping down to Remus' lips. Remus' breathing became suddenly shallow. "Ron..."
Their lips met a second later. Keeping the touch soft and gentle, it lasted for only a few seconds. Ron could feel Remus smile against his lips and he pulled back to look at the werewolf. The golden orbs of Remus' eyes seemed to glow in the dimm light. Ron suddenly felt a shiver go down his spine from that gaze. It made him realize how gentle and caring, and dangerous, Remus could be.
"Let's get back to the common room." Ron whispered. Remus said nothing, just watching the thoughtful expression on Ron's face as they turned and left the deserted hall.
end notes woo! i finally got to do the little present time thingy i've been planning for like... ever! yipee!