Dancing with a Werewolf
Chapter Eight - Dealing
Her world was crashing down around her. 'You are now a werewolf, too.' The words rang loudly in her ears, over and over.
She felt herself stand up, though she wasn't exactly aware of what she was doing. When she spoke, her voice sounded a million miles away.
She left the Headmaster's office in a state of Confusion and disbelief. 'How could I be a . . . How could I become something I've spent my entire life trying to get away from?'
(A/N: a whole new meaning to the phrase "face your fears" huh? lol)
She felt a hand on her arm, and she spun around. There he was - the boy she supposedly loved. The boy who made her into a monster. The boy whose eyes she spent time ogling over, day and night. Now those eyes were full of pain and regret. Those beautiful eyes . . .
Rozlyn closed her own eyes tightly. His touch sent shivers up her spine. She yanked her arm away.
"I don't blame you if you . . . if you hate me," he whispered in a broken voice.
Rozlyn kept her eyes shut. Maybe all this would go away if she ignored it. Maybe he would go away if she ignored him.
-Remus P.O.V.-
Remus couldn't think of a sensible reason to not attend classes the following day, other than his broken heart. 'But love isn't sensible,' he thought, miserably, so he found himself heading down to the Great Hall with his friends the next morning.
"Hey, Remus," James started, hesitantly. "Just wanted to let you know that we got Jenkins's diary back from Snivelly."
Remus shrugged. It wasn't like he didn't care, but whatever was in the diary didn't matter anymore. Her whole life was different, now. He had changed it in one moment.
"Hey, Remus, look on the bright side, will ya?" Sirius said in a cheerful voice. "At least now you two have something in common, right?"
Remus stared at him. He noticed James also staring at Sirius as if he had gone mad.
"No, no, no, listen to me," Sirius said. "You won't be lonely anymore. We know we might not have the potion finished by next month, so you'll have someone to - er - play with."
Remus and James continued staring at him. He sounded as crazy as a deranged Azkaban prisoner on crack. Remus struggled to control himself. He wanted to strangle Sirius, but instead, he simply stood up and left the table.
"Hi, Remus!" a giggled Hufflepuff third-year said.
Remus gave her a weak smile and continued on, out of the Great Hall. He wasn't quite sure where he was headed. He just knew that he had an hour until classes began, so he was surprised when he found himself outside a safe distance away from the Whomping Willow.
He was even more surprised when he found Rozlyn already there, staring at it. 'Figures,' he thought, bitterly. Now her scent was calling out to his subconscious mind. He started to leave before she noticed him, but she spoke first.
"I've always been fascinated with this tree," she said softly.
Remus hesitated, unsure of whether she was talking to him or herself. Then she turned toward him slowly, and said, "Professor Dumbledore says I have to go down there next full moon . . . with you."
Remus nodded, still hesitant to be around her.
"I suppose it's my own fault," she whispered. His sensitive ears picked up every word, and a wave of guilt crashed down upon him hard. "I was trying to run away from Hogwarts last night," she continued, blushing a little bit. "Every-everyone saw . . . Snape, he read . . . my diary."
Remus didn't say anything, and she didn't continue on that subject.
"I should've known," she mumbled, miserably. "There was no door on the outside of that thing. I'm so blind . . . so stupid . . ." She hugged herself tightly, and one tear slipped out of the corner of her eye. "I asked him to wait a while before he tells my parents." She stared at him blankly. "What are they going to say?" she whispered. "Oh, Merlin, what are they going to say?"
Remus didn't know what to do, but his heart was being torn in two watching her like this. She had made it perfectly clear earlier that she didn't want him to touch her, but now . . . now the saltiness of her tears overwhelmed his senses. He walked up to her and put his arms around her gently. For a second, she tensed. Then, she seemed to become more relaxed in his arms. Her small, frail body shook with silent sobs as she rested her head on his shoulder.
But she didn't hug him back.
^_~
Short chapter, but hey, it balances out with the long ones, so it's all good. Remember what I said about the lemon . . . let me know in a REVIEW whether you want one or not. If so, it'll be in the chapter after the next. If not, than it won't. I'm not pressed.
Ariana S.
Chapter Eight - Dealing
Her world was crashing down around her. 'You are now a werewolf, too.' The words rang loudly in her ears, over and over.
She felt herself stand up, though she wasn't exactly aware of what she was doing. When she spoke, her voice sounded a million miles away.
She left the Headmaster's office in a state of Confusion and disbelief. 'How could I be a . . . How could I become something I've spent my entire life trying to get away from?'
(A/N: a whole new meaning to the phrase "face your fears" huh? lol)
She felt a hand on her arm, and she spun around. There he was - the boy she supposedly loved. The boy who made her into a monster. The boy whose eyes she spent time ogling over, day and night. Now those eyes were full of pain and regret. Those beautiful eyes . . .
Rozlyn closed her own eyes tightly. His touch sent shivers up her spine. She yanked her arm away.
"I don't blame you if you . . . if you hate me," he whispered in a broken voice.
Rozlyn kept her eyes shut. Maybe all this would go away if she ignored it. Maybe he would go away if she ignored him.
-Remus P.O.V.-
Remus couldn't think of a sensible reason to not attend classes the following day, other than his broken heart. 'But love isn't sensible,' he thought, miserably, so he found himself heading down to the Great Hall with his friends the next morning.
"Hey, Remus," James started, hesitantly. "Just wanted to let you know that we got Jenkins's diary back from Snivelly."
Remus shrugged. It wasn't like he didn't care, but whatever was in the diary didn't matter anymore. Her whole life was different, now. He had changed it in one moment.
"Hey, Remus, look on the bright side, will ya?" Sirius said in a cheerful voice. "At least now you two have something in common, right?"
Remus stared at him. He noticed James also staring at Sirius as if he had gone mad.
"No, no, no, listen to me," Sirius said. "You won't be lonely anymore. We know we might not have the potion finished by next month, so you'll have someone to - er - play with."
Remus and James continued staring at him. He sounded as crazy as a deranged Azkaban prisoner on crack. Remus struggled to control himself. He wanted to strangle Sirius, but instead, he simply stood up and left the table.
"Hi, Remus!" a giggled Hufflepuff third-year said.
Remus gave her a weak smile and continued on, out of the Great Hall. He wasn't quite sure where he was headed. He just knew that he had an hour until classes began, so he was surprised when he found himself outside a safe distance away from the Whomping Willow.
He was even more surprised when he found Rozlyn already there, staring at it. 'Figures,' he thought, bitterly. Now her scent was calling out to his subconscious mind. He started to leave before she noticed him, but she spoke first.
"I've always been fascinated with this tree," she said softly.
Remus hesitated, unsure of whether she was talking to him or herself. Then she turned toward him slowly, and said, "Professor Dumbledore says I have to go down there next full moon . . . with you."
Remus nodded, still hesitant to be around her.
"I suppose it's my own fault," she whispered. His sensitive ears picked up every word, and a wave of guilt crashed down upon him hard. "I was trying to run away from Hogwarts last night," she continued, blushing a little bit. "Every-everyone saw . . . Snape, he read . . . my diary."
Remus didn't say anything, and she didn't continue on that subject.
"I should've known," she mumbled, miserably. "There was no door on the outside of that thing. I'm so blind . . . so stupid . . ." She hugged herself tightly, and one tear slipped out of the corner of her eye. "I asked him to wait a while before he tells my parents." She stared at him blankly. "What are they going to say?" she whispered. "Oh, Merlin, what are they going to say?"
Remus didn't know what to do, but his heart was being torn in two watching her like this. She had made it perfectly clear earlier that she didn't want him to touch her, but now . . . now the saltiness of her tears overwhelmed his senses. He walked up to her and put his arms around her gently. For a second, she tensed. Then, she seemed to become more relaxed in his arms. Her small, frail body shook with silent sobs as she rested her head on his shoulder.
But she didn't hug him back.
^_~
Short chapter, but hey, it balances out with the long ones, so it's all good. Remember what I said about the lemon . . . let me know in a REVIEW whether you want one or not. If so, it'll be in the chapter after the next. If not, than it won't. I'm not pressed.
Ariana S.