As It Was Meant to Be
A/N: Four chapters-my how this baby has grown! *smile*
So the last chapter was all about Defense Against the Dark Arts, Patronum, Lily's secret crush and a whole bunch of embarrassment on her part.
This chapter: The night after the first day of classes and everyone is up to something. James and Sirius discuss Lily's "interesting" behavior of late. Lily and Anaral go through Lily's mail to find a clue as to how Professor Beata died. And Remus and Shannon run into a familiar face. Oooh. . .
Everything you recognize from Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling. Everything else belongs to me.
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Chapter Four: A Little Too Revealing
"What about this one, Lils?"
Lily looked up from a pile of letters in her lap to see Anaral dressed in a slinky black dress. It hugged her curves, flowed like water and made her look at least twenty-five years old. Lily raised an eyebrow, especially upon seeing the plunging neckline.
"I think it's a little too revealing-even though it is your. . .ah. . ."
"Nine month anniversary," Anaral supplied, frowning a little at her reflection in the mirror and pointing her wand at the dress. "Modestado," she muttered, and the revealing dress was replaced with a set of robes that covered every inch of Anaral's skin. "How's this?" she asked.
Lily couldn't help laughing. "I'm sure we'll fix it by Friday night, Annie. And I'm sure no matter what it looks like, Sirius will be happy to see you in it." Anaral smiled at her gratefully.
"I guess you're right." Anaral walked towards her armoire and took out a pair of silky pajamas. "I hope he likes what I got him," she commented, pulling the pajama pants over her legs.
"And what is that exactly?" Lily had already changed into her pajamas and was listlessly picking at a thread around the waistband of her pants.
Anaral had her back turned out of modesty and called over her shoulder, "I got him a sword!"
Lily felt her jaw dropping. "You're not serious."
"Oh yes I am!" Anaral had finished buttoning her pajama top and was now facing Lily, her eyes gleaming. "I'll show it to you when we're done going through your mail."
Lily was still confused about the sword, but relented. "I've got all the mail I received over the summer right here. . .there's a lot of it, though, so we may be up all night."
"I'll live."
***
James and Sirius were in the common room, James playing disinterestedly with a golden snitch he had stolen during their fifth year. They were supposed to be doing a report on the uses for certain herbs in potion brewing, but they were, instead, talking about Anaral and Lily.
Conspiratorially, Sirius reached into his pocket and pulled out a velvety black box. "This is what I got her," he said softly, opening the box. James' jaw dropped to see the sparkling silver necklace lying therein. A single glass charm was suspended from the center. It seemed extremely plain, but Sirius looked too devious for it to be just a simple necklace.
"So what is it?" James asked, finally.
"Watch," Sirius whispered and touched the charm to his lips. A tiny ghost- like image of him emanated from the charm and began to speak.
"Anaral Karadhras, I love you with all of my heart," the miniature Sirius said. A brilliant light flared from the charm and the miniature Sirius was gone.
"Nice work, Padfoot," James commented, but Sirius was still smiling deviously.
"It gets better. The necklace has a protector charm on it. As long as Annie's wearing it, nothing can harm her," Sirius finished in a breathy voice. James was grinning wildly, but he suddenly frowned and looked down at his hands. His best friend noted the change in mood. "What is it, Prongs?"
James turned honest eyes on Sirius, giving him a vulnerable look that he'd only ever shared with this one person. "Do you suppose I'll ever be giving Lily a gift like that?"
"Prongs. . ." Sirius was taken aback.
James sighed and sat back in his chair. "I could lose her after this year, Padfoot. We'll go our separate ways. . .she'll forget about me."
Sirius opened his mouth to say something, but suddenly realized that he had nothing to say.
***
The Astronomy Tower was lonely and dark. It was a warm night outside, the stars shining sweetly down on the grounds of Hogwarts. Students generally were not allowed up in the Astronomy Tower when it wasn't class time or without permission from the professors. . .but the Head Boy and Girl had their own keys.
His fingers were entwined in her curling hair, his lips on her lips and face. He was acutely aware of her hands clutching at his robes as she returned his kisses. She tasted so sweet and perfect-like nothing he'd ever known before. Her lips were soft, her skin was soft; everything about her was so much more feminine than he'd previously realized. They finally broke, breathless, and he smiled at her more genuinely than he ever had.
"You're beautiful," he whispered. She smiled even more widely and reached to kiss him softly.
"And so are you," she answered him. He laughed.
"I've never heard that one before," he admitted, touching her hair again. He took a deep, uncertain breath and matched his eyes to hers. "I have something I've been wanting to ask you."
She was breathless. . .she hoped she knew what was coming. "What is it?"
"Well. . .I was wondering. . .well, hoping, really. . ." He was stumbling for words, something he almost never did. Finally he sighed. "I really like you, so I was wondering if you'd like to be my girlfriend-officially?"
She couldn't stop smiling. "Yes!" And she kissed him again.
***
"Alright, so what have we got so far?" Anaral asked, sitting down beside Lily on her bed. "Just so we can have a reference point."
"They're all in order, starting with the ones I received in June," Lily answered. "Beyond that, I can't really say. I haven't categorized them by author or anything."
Anaral reached for the letter on the top of Lily's pile. "This one's from Shannon," she announced, scanning the length of the letter and laughing a little. "She's talking about how much she hates family holidays-this must've been when her mother announced that they were going to southern France."
Lily smiled faintly. "I think so. She tried to call me around then-it was rather amusing."
"Oh, you mean like on the fellow-tone?" Anaral asked, smiling brightly, and Lily had to fight to keep a straight face.
"Here's one from you, Annie." Lily laughed after reading it over. "You're talking about how your father got your mother a phoenix for her birthday and how when it burst into flames, it accidentally lit the wrapping paper on fire!"
Anaral laughed aloud. "That was so funny! We all learned how to do some pretty neat water charms that night."
Lily giggled and continued to sift through the letters. She stopped suddenly at a letter dated from the first week of July, written in their former teacher's wobbly handwriting. "Annie, I think I've got something!" Anaral stopped sifting through her pile and listened as Lily read the letter aloud.
"Dear Lily, I hope you are having a wonderful summer! This rain makes for miserable Quidditch conditions. . ."
"That's right, she really did love Quidditch. She liked the Edinburgh Eagles, right?" Anaral interrupted and Lily gave her a silencing look. She mouthed the word "sorry" and Lily continued reading.
"This rain makes for miserable Quidditch conditions, but the Eagles are still doing well, according to the Daily Prophet. Here in Italy, though, everyone is either a Roman Renegades fan or a Sicilian Stargazers fan. The Daily Prophet is good for keeping me informed on things happening back home." Lily paused for breath, and then continued, tucking a few stray strands of hair behind her ears. "My sister is doing well-convent life really does suit her well, and it offers her a bit of protection as well." Lily frowned as she continued. "Things are dangerous of late, Lily. Watch your back, and I can't wait to have you in my NEWT class in September! Sincerely, Professor Beata."
They were both silent a moment before Anaral finally said, "Well, that answers one question."
***
"Maybe the best thing for you to do, Prongs, is just tell her seriously how you feel. You know, without making jokes or trying to appear better than you are. Just be yourself!" Sirius threw a pillow at his best friend, trying to lighten his mood. James just sighed.
"I wish it was that easy. I mean, chasing in Quidditch? That's easy. Keeping Wormtail from getting himself into too much trouble? Piece of cake. Monthly visits with a werewolf? No problem." He sighed deeply and continued in a barely audible voice. "Telling Lily how I really feel, how I've felt for the past six years? Impossible."
"Why is it so impossible? I mean, at worst, you're right where you are now, and at best. . ." Sirius trailed off.
"Oh, I don't know, Padfoot, it could have something to do with the fact that she hates me. . .something like that," James answered in his most caustic voice. Sirius tried not to smile.
"I don't know that she does anymore, mate. Didn't you see the way she was acting around you today?" Sirius leaned back and surveyed James. "It was almost like she didn't think that you were the scum of the earth."
James shook his head. "I can't make myself believe it. I mean, every time she said something nice about me or to me, she just followed it up with an insult. Like she's purposely trying to hurt me or something."
"I doubt that's the case. Lily wouldn't want to purposely hurt anyone, even you. I mean, she's always defending Snivellus for pity's sake." James laughed faintly and Sirius smiled.
"What else could it be, though? I just don't understand it at all." James threw the pillow back at Sirius. "You don't think she. . ."
"I don't know what to think, Prongs."
***
They broke apart again, significantly more disheveled than they had been before and breathing heavily. She took one look at him and laughed softly. "Not that you're usually the portrait of fine dressing, but you look a mess!"
He laughed, too. "You don't exactly look too well put-together yourself."
She pretended to be indignant. "I think I look lovely, thank you."
His smile could have melted the coldest snow. "I didn't say that you didn't look lovely. You're more than lovely. You're amazing."
It was fortunate that it was so dark out, she thought, because she certainly didn't want him to see her blushing so much. Still, she held his gaze and whispered a coy, "Thank you." He kissed her again, basking in the feeling of her lips against his. Neither of them heard the footsteps on the stairs below. . .
***
"So Professor Beata was in Italy," Lily stated the obvious, staring at the letter on her lap. "But I'm not sure what else this letter tells us."
"Well, for one thing, she knew that her life was in danger, and my guess is that she also knew from whom the danger was. But that still leaves so many questions unanswered," Anaral sighed, taking the letter from Lily and holding it up to the candlelight as if expecting to see a hidden message there. "Like what kind of danger was she in? And who was the danger from?"
"You don't suppose. . ." Lily's voice dropped to a whisper as Marilyn Fox and Carole Pound, their fellow seventh years, came in laughing about James' latest practical jokes. Lily eyed them warily, then turned her attention back to Anaral. "You don't suppose it's the same thing that's got your parents so worried, do you?"
Anaral's eyes widened. "I hadn't thought about it, but it makes sense. I just wonder what it is."
Lily sighed heavily. "Dumbledore must know. I'll bet you anything that Dumbledore knows."
"Right, but I'll bet you anything that he wouldn't tell us for all the gold at Gringott's." Anaral shook her head. "Whatever it is, we're going to have to figure it out for ourselves."
"Figure what out?" Marilyn asked, looking from Lily to Anaral with her big, chocolate brown eyes. "What are you girls talking about?"
"Figure out. . .ah. . ." Anaral stammered, looking to Lily for help. Lily's thoughts whirled.
"Figure out what Annie's going to wear on her date with Sirius this weekend! It's their anniversary, you know," Lily blurted a little too loudly. Neither Marilyn nor Carole seemed to have noticed.
"Oooh, what were you thinking of?" Carole asked Anaral, who swiftly passed Professor Beata's letter back to Lily.
"Well. . .I had this. . ." Anaral stood and walked to her armoire and produced the dress she had been altering earlier. It was back to its tight, low-cut form. ". . .but Lily thinks it's too revealing."
"I can see why she'd think that," Marilyn eyed the dress strangely. "Still, I think you should wear it. Who cares if it's revealing? Sirius certainly won't mind."
Lily gave Anaral a look and picked up all of the letters, letting the conversation take a pleasant turn towards Anaral and Sirius' anniversary.
***
The door to the Astronomy Tower banged open; Remus and Shannon parted abruptly, their faces focused intently on the bright light that came from the doorway. Shannon felt, for a brief moment, a regret that they hadn't heard whomever it was coming up the stairs, that they hadn't been quick enough to jump out of the way of the door's light. But, a stubborn voice in the back of her head insisted, you care about Remus, so who cares if you've been caught snogging?
"Who's there?" Remus called, and they both heard a familiar derisive smirking laugh.
"Look what I've found. The werewolf and the half-breed going at it in the Astronomy Tower," Severus Snape sneered, walking towards them. "I would have thought, Callahan, that someone like you could do better than the likes of him."
Shannon felt Remus standing beside her and also jumped to her feet. "What are you doing here, then, Severus?" she asked, trying to keep her tone civil.
"Not snogging any dangerous creatures, that's for sure. I've got a bit of extra credit work for one of my classes is all. Not," he added, glaring at the two, "that it's any of your business."
"Smashing," Remus commented dryly. "If you'll excuse us. . ." He began to lead Shannon towards the stairs, but Severus lifted his wand.
"Not so fast, Lupin. I expect Professor Dumbledore would be very interested to know how his Head Boy is using his privileges-it might even result in the loss of that Head Boy's badge!" Snape seemed to be enjoying every bit of the uncomfortable moment.
"Oh sod off, Snape!" Shannon exclaimed finally. "If you can show me in the Hogwarts rule book where it says that snogging in the Astronomy Tower or doing anything else in the Astronomy Tower is illegal, I'll eat my own wand. That said, we're going." She stormed towards the stairs, Remus following her with a smile on his face.
"Callahan!" She whirled around at Snape's call. "You might want to fix your shirt. Not that I'm not enjoying the view, but wearing it unbuttoned like that is a little too revealing."
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A/N: Eeee I love this story. I love Remus and Shannon. I love Lily and Annie. I love James and Sirius. And I LOVE everything about this.
But anyway.
Next chapter: Sirius and Annie's anniversary, DADA projects (with some "interesting" partnerships), and a little more information about poor Professor Beata. Leave me some sweet reviews and keep reading!
~Princess~
A/N: Four chapters-my how this baby has grown! *smile*
So the last chapter was all about Defense Against the Dark Arts, Patronum, Lily's secret crush and a whole bunch of embarrassment on her part.
This chapter: The night after the first day of classes and everyone is up to something. James and Sirius discuss Lily's "interesting" behavior of late. Lily and Anaral go through Lily's mail to find a clue as to how Professor Beata died. And Remus and Shannon run into a familiar face. Oooh. . .
Everything you recognize from Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling. Everything else belongs to me.
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Chapter Four: A Little Too Revealing
"What about this one, Lils?"
Lily looked up from a pile of letters in her lap to see Anaral dressed in a slinky black dress. It hugged her curves, flowed like water and made her look at least twenty-five years old. Lily raised an eyebrow, especially upon seeing the plunging neckline.
"I think it's a little too revealing-even though it is your. . .ah. . ."
"Nine month anniversary," Anaral supplied, frowning a little at her reflection in the mirror and pointing her wand at the dress. "Modestado," she muttered, and the revealing dress was replaced with a set of robes that covered every inch of Anaral's skin. "How's this?" she asked.
Lily couldn't help laughing. "I'm sure we'll fix it by Friday night, Annie. And I'm sure no matter what it looks like, Sirius will be happy to see you in it." Anaral smiled at her gratefully.
"I guess you're right." Anaral walked towards her armoire and took out a pair of silky pajamas. "I hope he likes what I got him," she commented, pulling the pajama pants over her legs.
"And what is that exactly?" Lily had already changed into her pajamas and was listlessly picking at a thread around the waistband of her pants.
Anaral had her back turned out of modesty and called over her shoulder, "I got him a sword!"
Lily felt her jaw dropping. "You're not serious."
"Oh yes I am!" Anaral had finished buttoning her pajama top and was now facing Lily, her eyes gleaming. "I'll show it to you when we're done going through your mail."
Lily was still confused about the sword, but relented. "I've got all the mail I received over the summer right here. . .there's a lot of it, though, so we may be up all night."
"I'll live."
***
James and Sirius were in the common room, James playing disinterestedly with a golden snitch he had stolen during their fifth year. They were supposed to be doing a report on the uses for certain herbs in potion brewing, but they were, instead, talking about Anaral and Lily.
Conspiratorially, Sirius reached into his pocket and pulled out a velvety black box. "This is what I got her," he said softly, opening the box. James' jaw dropped to see the sparkling silver necklace lying therein. A single glass charm was suspended from the center. It seemed extremely plain, but Sirius looked too devious for it to be just a simple necklace.
"So what is it?" James asked, finally.
"Watch," Sirius whispered and touched the charm to his lips. A tiny ghost- like image of him emanated from the charm and began to speak.
"Anaral Karadhras, I love you with all of my heart," the miniature Sirius said. A brilliant light flared from the charm and the miniature Sirius was gone.
"Nice work, Padfoot," James commented, but Sirius was still smiling deviously.
"It gets better. The necklace has a protector charm on it. As long as Annie's wearing it, nothing can harm her," Sirius finished in a breathy voice. James was grinning wildly, but he suddenly frowned and looked down at his hands. His best friend noted the change in mood. "What is it, Prongs?"
James turned honest eyes on Sirius, giving him a vulnerable look that he'd only ever shared with this one person. "Do you suppose I'll ever be giving Lily a gift like that?"
"Prongs. . ." Sirius was taken aback.
James sighed and sat back in his chair. "I could lose her after this year, Padfoot. We'll go our separate ways. . .she'll forget about me."
Sirius opened his mouth to say something, but suddenly realized that he had nothing to say.
***
The Astronomy Tower was lonely and dark. It was a warm night outside, the stars shining sweetly down on the grounds of Hogwarts. Students generally were not allowed up in the Astronomy Tower when it wasn't class time or without permission from the professors. . .but the Head Boy and Girl had their own keys.
His fingers were entwined in her curling hair, his lips on her lips and face. He was acutely aware of her hands clutching at his robes as she returned his kisses. She tasted so sweet and perfect-like nothing he'd ever known before. Her lips were soft, her skin was soft; everything about her was so much more feminine than he'd previously realized. They finally broke, breathless, and he smiled at her more genuinely than he ever had.
"You're beautiful," he whispered. She smiled even more widely and reached to kiss him softly.
"And so are you," she answered him. He laughed.
"I've never heard that one before," he admitted, touching her hair again. He took a deep, uncertain breath and matched his eyes to hers. "I have something I've been wanting to ask you."
She was breathless. . .she hoped she knew what was coming. "What is it?"
"Well. . .I was wondering. . .well, hoping, really. . ." He was stumbling for words, something he almost never did. Finally he sighed. "I really like you, so I was wondering if you'd like to be my girlfriend-officially?"
She couldn't stop smiling. "Yes!" And she kissed him again.
***
"Alright, so what have we got so far?" Anaral asked, sitting down beside Lily on her bed. "Just so we can have a reference point."
"They're all in order, starting with the ones I received in June," Lily answered. "Beyond that, I can't really say. I haven't categorized them by author or anything."
Anaral reached for the letter on the top of Lily's pile. "This one's from Shannon," she announced, scanning the length of the letter and laughing a little. "She's talking about how much she hates family holidays-this must've been when her mother announced that they were going to southern France."
Lily smiled faintly. "I think so. She tried to call me around then-it was rather amusing."
"Oh, you mean like on the fellow-tone?" Anaral asked, smiling brightly, and Lily had to fight to keep a straight face.
"Here's one from you, Annie." Lily laughed after reading it over. "You're talking about how your father got your mother a phoenix for her birthday and how when it burst into flames, it accidentally lit the wrapping paper on fire!"
Anaral laughed aloud. "That was so funny! We all learned how to do some pretty neat water charms that night."
Lily giggled and continued to sift through the letters. She stopped suddenly at a letter dated from the first week of July, written in their former teacher's wobbly handwriting. "Annie, I think I've got something!" Anaral stopped sifting through her pile and listened as Lily read the letter aloud.
"Dear Lily, I hope you are having a wonderful summer! This rain makes for miserable Quidditch conditions. . ."
"That's right, she really did love Quidditch. She liked the Edinburgh Eagles, right?" Anaral interrupted and Lily gave her a silencing look. She mouthed the word "sorry" and Lily continued reading.
"This rain makes for miserable Quidditch conditions, but the Eagles are still doing well, according to the Daily Prophet. Here in Italy, though, everyone is either a Roman Renegades fan or a Sicilian Stargazers fan. The Daily Prophet is good for keeping me informed on things happening back home." Lily paused for breath, and then continued, tucking a few stray strands of hair behind her ears. "My sister is doing well-convent life really does suit her well, and it offers her a bit of protection as well." Lily frowned as she continued. "Things are dangerous of late, Lily. Watch your back, and I can't wait to have you in my NEWT class in September! Sincerely, Professor Beata."
They were both silent a moment before Anaral finally said, "Well, that answers one question."
***
"Maybe the best thing for you to do, Prongs, is just tell her seriously how you feel. You know, without making jokes or trying to appear better than you are. Just be yourself!" Sirius threw a pillow at his best friend, trying to lighten his mood. James just sighed.
"I wish it was that easy. I mean, chasing in Quidditch? That's easy. Keeping Wormtail from getting himself into too much trouble? Piece of cake. Monthly visits with a werewolf? No problem." He sighed deeply and continued in a barely audible voice. "Telling Lily how I really feel, how I've felt for the past six years? Impossible."
"Why is it so impossible? I mean, at worst, you're right where you are now, and at best. . ." Sirius trailed off.
"Oh, I don't know, Padfoot, it could have something to do with the fact that she hates me. . .something like that," James answered in his most caustic voice. Sirius tried not to smile.
"I don't know that she does anymore, mate. Didn't you see the way she was acting around you today?" Sirius leaned back and surveyed James. "It was almost like she didn't think that you were the scum of the earth."
James shook his head. "I can't make myself believe it. I mean, every time she said something nice about me or to me, she just followed it up with an insult. Like she's purposely trying to hurt me or something."
"I doubt that's the case. Lily wouldn't want to purposely hurt anyone, even you. I mean, she's always defending Snivellus for pity's sake." James laughed faintly and Sirius smiled.
"What else could it be, though? I just don't understand it at all." James threw the pillow back at Sirius. "You don't think she. . ."
"I don't know what to think, Prongs."
***
They broke apart again, significantly more disheveled than they had been before and breathing heavily. She took one look at him and laughed softly. "Not that you're usually the portrait of fine dressing, but you look a mess!"
He laughed, too. "You don't exactly look too well put-together yourself."
She pretended to be indignant. "I think I look lovely, thank you."
His smile could have melted the coldest snow. "I didn't say that you didn't look lovely. You're more than lovely. You're amazing."
It was fortunate that it was so dark out, she thought, because she certainly didn't want him to see her blushing so much. Still, she held his gaze and whispered a coy, "Thank you." He kissed her again, basking in the feeling of her lips against his. Neither of them heard the footsteps on the stairs below. . .
***
"So Professor Beata was in Italy," Lily stated the obvious, staring at the letter on her lap. "But I'm not sure what else this letter tells us."
"Well, for one thing, she knew that her life was in danger, and my guess is that she also knew from whom the danger was. But that still leaves so many questions unanswered," Anaral sighed, taking the letter from Lily and holding it up to the candlelight as if expecting to see a hidden message there. "Like what kind of danger was she in? And who was the danger from?"
"You don't suppose. . ." Lily's voice dropped to a whisper as Marilyn Fox and Carole Pound, their fellow seventh years, came in laughing about James' latest practical jokes. Lily eyed them warily, then turned her attention back to Anaral. "You don't suppose it's the same thing that's got your parents so worried, do you?"
Anaral's eyes widened. "I hadn't thought about it, but it makes sense. I just wonder what it is."
Lily sighed heavily. "Dumbledore must know. I'll bet you anything that Dumbledore knows."
"Right, but I'll bet you anything that he wouldn't tell us for all the gold at Gringott's." Anaral shook her head. "Whatever it is, we're going to have to figure it out for ourselves."
"Figure what out?" Marilyn asked, looking from Lily to Anaral with her big, chocolate brown eyes. "What are you girls talking about?"
"Figure out. . .ah. . ." Anaral stammered, looking to Lily for help. Lily's thoughts whirled.
"Figure out what Annie's going to wear on her date with Sirius this weekend! It's their anniversary, you know," Lily blurted a little too loudly. Neither Marilyn nor Carole seemed to have noticed.
"Oooh, what were you thinking of?" Carole asked Anaral, who swiftly passed Professor Beata's letter back to Lily.
"Well. . .I had this. . ." Anaral stood and walked to her armoire and produced the dress she had been altering earlier. It was back to its tight, low-cut form. ". . .but Lily thinks it's too revealing."
"I can see why she'd think that," Marilyn eyed the dress strangely. "Still, I think you should wear it. Who cares if it's revealing? Sirius certainly won't mind."
Lily gave Anaral a look and picked up all of the letters, letting the conversation take a pleasant turn towards Anaral and Sirius' anniversary.
***
The door to the Astronomy Tower banged open; Remus and Shannon parted abruptly, their faces focused intently on the bright light that came from the doorway. Shannon felt, for a brief moment, a regret that they hadn't heard whomever it was coming up the stairs, that they hadn't been quick enough to jump out of the way of the door's light. But, a stubborn voice in the back of her head insisted, you care about Remus, so who cares if you've been caught snogging?
"Who's there?" Remus called, and they both heard a familiar derisive smirking laugh.
"Look what I've found. The werewolf and the half-breed going at it in the Astronomy Tower," Severus Snape sneered, walking towards them. "I would have thought, Callahan, that someone like you could do better than the likes of him."
Shannon felt Remus standing beside her and also jumped to her feet. "What are you doing here, then, Severus?" she asked, trying to keep her tone civil.
"Not snogging any dangerous creatures, that's for sure. I've got a bit of extra credit work for one of my classes is all. Not," he added, glaring at the two, "that it's any of your business."
"Smashing," Remus commented dryly. "If you'll excuse us. . ." He began to lead Shannon towards the stairs, but Severus lifted his wand.
"Not so fast, Lupin. I expect Professor Dumbledore would be very interested to know how his Head Boy is using his privileges-it might even result in the loss of that Head Boy's badge!" Snape seemed to be enjoying every bit of the uncomfortable moment.
"Oh sod off, Snape!" Shannon exclaimed finally. "If you can show me in the Hogwarts rule book where it says that snogging in the Astronomy Tower or doing anything else in the Astronomy Tower is illegal, I'll eat my own wand. That said, we're going." She stormed towards the stairs, Remus following her with a smile on his face.
"Callahan!" She whirled around at Snape's call. "You might want to fix your shirt. Not that I'm not enjoying the view, but wearing it unbuttoned like that is a little too revealing."
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A/N: Eeee I love this story. I love Remus and Shannon. I love Lily and Annie. I love James and Sirius. And I LOVE everything about this.
But anyway.
Next chapter: Sirius and Annie's anniversary, DADA projects (with some "interesting" partnerships), and a little more information about poor Professor Beata. Leave me some sweet reviews and keep reading!
~Princess~
