Dancing with a Werewolf
A/N: since things are going slower than I planned, and because of Angel Black1's (I like your reviews!) point, I decided to wait a few chapters before I put in the lemon. It'll be here, but it has to go along with the storyline (you're right, Angel Black1, a lemon thrown in for no reason can ruin a good story) and that's all I can say here w/o giving things away . . .
Chapter Nine - Tension
-Rozlyn P.O.V.-
The weeks were disappearing too fast for her. Yesterday had seemed like Monday, but how could that be possible if tomorrow was already the following Sunday? Rozlyn turned over on her pillow, and fought a pang of fear. She knew why the time was speeding by - she wasn't stupid.
It was because of the werewolf thing. The full moon was approaching fast. She had checked the astrology chart in one of her professor's classrooms, and found out that the moon turned full next week, this upcoming Friday in fact. She shivered. She never wanted Friday to show up.
-Remus P.O.V.-
Remus turned over and groaned softly into his pillow. The aching pain in his gut had arrived right on time - exactly a week before he transformed. He knew better than to try to touch his stomach. Applying pressure didn't work in this situation. He had even tried to curse the pain away once. But it didn't work.
The memory of that event sent shudders down his spine.
A sob rose up in his throat as he realized that Rozlyn would probably be experiencing the same pain about now. She would have to be doubled over for exactly a week every month.
And it was all his fault.
-Rozlyn P.O.V.-
Rozlyn awoke Sunday morning with a jolt. Something had startled her awake, but she wasn't sure what. She didn't have long to wonder though, because a fist landing in the middle of her stomach. The wind was knocked out of her and she started choking for air.
She looked around for the person who had hit her, but no one was there. She suddenly felt the fist again, and again she began choking. She touched her stomach, and immediately drew her hand back with a hissing sound. That's when she realized that no one invisible was punching her - those pains were coming from inside. She grimaced. No one said it was going to hurt.
Her eyes welled up with tears as another imaginary fist came tumbling down. She had never hated anyone before, but Remus was really starting to look like a potential candidate.
-Remus P.O.V.-
He followed her out of the common room, not surprised to see her up so early. He winced as another sharp jolt of pain hit him, but he kept his eyes on her. She was breathing heavy and hanging onto the walls as she walked.
Remus' heart cried out for her. She was so strong . . . "Rozlyn," he said softly, coming up behind her.
She abruptly stopped walking, but she didn't turn to face him. "Yes?" she whispered.
"I-I'm - " he was interrupted when she held up a hand.
"Please," she said quietly. "Don't say you're sorry anymore. It isn't going to make it go away."
"But - "
"Remus, you can't help," she said. "I know you want to, but you just . . . can't."
Leaving him standing there, she hobbled away slowly down the corridor. She hadn't even turned to look at him. Not once.
-Rozlyn P.O.V.-
She entered the hospital wing and almost collapsed. "Help me," she panted.
"Dear child, you're as pale as anything," Madam Pomphrey sighed. "Come on, up onto the bed with you."
Rozlyn sat on the bed. A few seconds later, she saw Remus stumble in. He carefully avoided her eye, but still managed to sit on the bed next to hers. Rozlyn felt terrible. It wasn't just the pain in her stomach, it was his face, also. He looked so hurt.
Rozlyn tore her gaze away from him. She had said what she needed to say. He had hurt her, even if it was unintentionally. He had scarred her for life . . . literally. The bite mark was still on her shoulder. She had been told that it wouldn't ever go away.
"Alright, kids, drink this up. It'll make you feel better for a few hours, but you can only have one drop a day mixed with water. Powerful stuff this is," Madam Pomphrey said cheerfully.
"The stomachache will go away for a few hours?" Rozlyn asked, hopefully. She saw Remus wince out of the corner of her eye.
The nurse hesitated. "Well, no. The stomachache will still be there, but the pain won't be as bad as it is now."
"Oh," Rozlyn said, sighing in defeat. 'Well,' she thought. 'At least it won't hurt this much.'
Taking the potion that was handed to her, she put it to her lips and looked toward Remus. He was watching her, but when he caught her looking back at him, he blushed and looked away. Taking a deep breath, he swallowed the medicine in one gulp. Immediately he shuddered with distaste and a scary look came over his face.
Rozlyn stared at her cup in terror. Madam Pomphrey giggled at her expression and Remus smiled wryly. "Sweetheart," the nurse said, "I'm sure one second of tasting something unpleasant is a lot better than those blasted pains."
Rozlyn took a deep breath like Remus had done then she swallowed her drink. Before it even reached her taste buds, she spit it out of her mouth and it splattered on the floor. She gagged, and put her hands to her throat, wishing she could scrub her tongue.
Madam Pomphrey gawked at her. "Well," she finally said. "That was your drop for the day."
Rozlyn turned bright red. "Can't you make it taste better? I could try to drink it again."
Madam Pomphrey shook her head sadly. "I wish I could, but I can't. And you can't have anymore. That was your drop for the day. Giving you more would be hazardous to your health."
Rozlyn gasped as the punch landed again in her stomach. She clenched her fists and closed her eyes trying to fight it back. It rode in uncomfortable waves.
"If you want, you can stay here for the day," Madam Pomphrey said.
Rozlyn shook her head. "No," she said, shivering.
"I'll stay with you," Remus offered, softly.
"I'll be okay," she said quickly. He looked away from her, the same hurt expression flashing across his face.
For the moment, her stomach had ceased it's rollercoaster ride. She seized the opportunity to say a quick thank you to Madam Pomphrey, and then she practically bolted from the hospital wing.
Once in the hallway, she silently cursed her stupidity. Now, she would have to ride out these stupid worse-than-cramps pains for the rest of the day.
-Remus P.O.V.-
Remus sat in the common room miserably. He was oblivious to Sirius' and James' attempts to cheer him up.
"Come on, Remus!" James said. "She'll be fine."
Remus just shook his head. "No, she won't," he mumbled.
Sirius sighed loudly. "Remus, there are other girls in this school. Just because you make one teensy little mistake with one doesn't mean you should give up."
Remus stared at him. "A teensy little mistake?" he choked.
Sirius nodded hesitantly. "Um, yes?"
James, sensing trouble, stepped in, "Remus, that's not how he meant it - "
"Just forget it," Remus said softly, interrupting him. "Just forget about it."
-Rozlyn P.O.V.-
She walked down to the common room slowly.
"It's tearing him apart," she heard Sirius' voice say.
"I know," James replied. "And the fact that she won't speak to him must be even worse."
Rozlyn suddenly felt a rush of anger. 'Are they talking about me?' she thought hotly.
"Yeah, must be, with the crush he has on her and all," Sirius said.
"She's just being stubborn," James said. "Honestly, it's not that big of a deal. I mean, Moony deals with it, so she can, too."
Rozlyn saw red, and without thinking, she descending the last of the stairs. They turned to her and immediately stopped talking. Somehow, that infuriated her even more.
"Oh, no, go on, please continue," she snapped.
They exchanged surprised glances. "I mean," she continued, "you seem to like discussing other people's business so much. Why don't you go on? I'm not going to stop you, go ahead!" She folded her arms across her chest, and sat down in one of the table chairs, glaring at both of the boys defiantly.
Before they had a chance to say anything, Remus himself, climbed into the portrait hole and stopped, taking in the scene.
"What's going on?" he asked, tensely.
"Why don't you ask them?" she retorted. "Since they obviously love to gossip so much, I'm sure they'll tell you anything you need to know." She turned back to Sirius and James. "And while you're at it, why don't you tell him everything about me, too? You've clearly gotten everything so damn correct that you don't need to ask my side of things!"
Brushing back hot tears, she jumped up, pushed past Remus, and climbed quickly out of the portrait hole, slamming the fat lady shut behind her.
^_~
oooh, I liked writing that chapter. It gave me goosebumps, and lookie! Rozlyn's demonic werewolf side is starting to take over her personality! How perfectly lovely! Well, you know the deal, persons! REVIEW!!!
Ariana S.
A/N: since things are going slower than I planned, and because of Angel Black1's (I like your reviews!) point, I decided to wait a few chapters before I put in the lemon. It'll be here, but it has to go along with the storyline (you're right, Angel Black1, a lemon thrown in for no reason can ruin a good story) and that's all I can say here w/o giving things away . . .
Chapter Nine - Tension
-Rozlyn P.O.V.-
The weeks were disappearing too fast for her. Yesterday had seemed like Monday, but how could that be possible if tomorrow was already the following Sunday? Rozlyn turned over on her pillow, and fought a pang of fear. She knew why the time was speeding by - she wasn't stupid.
It was because of the werewolf thing. The full moon was approaching fast. She had checked the astrology chart in one of her professor's classrooms, and found out that the moon turned full next week, this upcoming Friday in fact. She shivered. She never wanted Friday to show up.
-Remus P.O.V.-
Remus turned over and groaned softly into his pillow. The aching pain in his gut had arrived right on time - exactly a week before he transformed. He knew better than to try to touch his stomach. Applying pressure didn't work in this situation. He had even tried to curse the pain away once. But it didn't work.
The memory of that event sent shudders down his spine.
A sob rose up in his throat as he realized that Rozlyn would probably be experiencing the same pain about now. She would have to be doubled over for exactly a week every month.
And it was all his fault.
-Rozlyn P.O.V.-
Rozlyn awoke Sunday morning with a jolt. Something had startled her awake, but she wasn't sure what. She didn't have long to wonder though, because a fist landing in the middle of her stomach. The wind was knocked out of her and she started choking for air.
She looked around for the person who had hit her, but no one was there. She suddenly felt the fist again, and again she began choking. She touched her stomach, and immediately drew her hand back with a hissing sound. That's when she realized that no one invisible was punching her - those pains were coming from inside. She grimaced. No one said it was going to hurt.
Her eyes welled up with tears as another imaginary fist came tumbling down. She had never hated anyone before, but Remus was really starting to look like a potential candidate.
-Remus P.O.V.-
He followed her out of the common room, not surprised to see her up so early. He winced as another sharp jolt of pain hit him, but he kept his eyes on her. She was breathing heavy and hanging onto the walls as she walked.
Remus' heart cried out for her. She was so strong . . . "Rozlyn," he said softly, coming up behind her.
She abruptly stopped walking, but she didn't turn to face him. "Yes?" she whispered.
"I-I'm - " he was interrupted when she held up a hand.
"Please," she said quietly. "Don't say you're sorry anymore. It isn't going to make it go away."
"But - "
"Remus, you can't help," she said. "I know you want to, but you just . . . can't."
Leaving him standing there, she hobbled away slowly down the corridor. She hadn't even turned to look at him. Not once.
-Rozlyn P.O.V.-
She entered the hospital wing and almost collapsed. "Help me," she panted.
"Dear child, you're as pale as anything," Madam Pomphrey sighed. "Come on, up onto the bed with you."
Rozlyn sat on the bed. A few seconds later, she saw Remus stumble in. He carefully avoided her eye, but still managed to sit on the bed next to hers. Rozlyn felt terrible. It wasn't just the pain in her stomach, it was his face, also. He looked so hurt.
Rozlyn tore her gaze away from him. She had said what she needed to say. He had hurt her, even if it was unintentionally. He had scarred her for life . . . literally. The bite mark was still on her shoulder. She had been told that it wouldn't ever go away.
"Alright, kids, drink this up. It'll make you feel better for a few hours, but you can only have one drop a day mixed with water. Powerful stuff this is," Madam Pomphrey said cheerfully.
"The stomachache will go away for a few hours?" Rozlyn asked, hopefully. She saw Remus wince out of the corner of her eye.
The nurse hesitated. "Well, no. The stomachache will still be there, but the pain won't be as bad as it is now."
"Oh," Rozlyn said, sighing in defeat. 'Well,' she thought. 'At least it won't hurt this much.'
Taking the potion that was handed to her, she put it to her lips and looked toward Remus. He was watching her, but when he caught her looking back at him, he blushed and looked away. Taking a deep breath, he swallowed the medicine in one gulp. Immediately he shuddered with distaste and a scary look came over his face.
Rozlyn stared at her cup in terror. Madam Pomphrey giggled at her expression and Remus smiled wryly. "Sweetheart," the nurse said, "I'm sure one second of tasting something unpleasant is a lot better than those blasted pains."
Rozlyn took a deep breath like Remus had done then she swallowed her drink. Before it even reached her taste buds, she spit it out of her mouth and it splattered on the floor. She gagged, and put her hands to her throat, wishing she could scrub her tongue.
Madam Pomphrey gawked at her. "Well," she finally said. "That was your drop for the day."
Rozlyn turned bright red. "Can't you make it taste better? I could try to drink it again."
Madam Pomphrey shook her head sadly. "I wish I could, but I can't. And you can't have anymore. That was your drop for the day. Giving you more would be hazardous to your health."
Rozlyn gasped as the punch landed again in her stomach. She clenched her fists and closed her eyes trying to fight it back. It rode in uncomfortable waves.
"If you want, you can stay here for the day," Madam Pomphrey said.
Rozlyn shook her head. "No," she said, shivering.
"I'll stay with you," Remus offered, softly.
"I'll be okay," she said quickly. He looked away from her, the same hurt expression flashing across his face.
For the moment, her stomach had ceased it's rollercoaster ride. She seized the opportunity to say a quick thank you to Madam Pomphrey, and then she practically bolted from the hospital wing.
Once in the hallway, she silently cursed her stupidity. Now, she would have to ride out these stupid worse-than-cramps pains for the rest of the day.
-Remus P.O.V.-
Remus sat in the common room miserably. He was oblivious to Sirius' and James' attempts to cheer him up.
"Come on, Remus!" James said. "She'll be fine."
Remus just shook his head. "No, she won't," he mumbled.
Sirius sighed loudly. "Remus, there are other girls in this school. Just because you make one teensy little mistake with one doesn't mean you should give up."
Remus stared at him. "A teensy little mistake?" he choked.
Sirius nodded hesitantly. "Um, yes?"
James, sensing trouble, stepped in, "Remus, that's not how he meant it - "
"Just forget it," Remus said softly, interrupting him. "Just forget about it."
-Rozlyn P.O.V.-
She walked down to the common room slowly.
"It's tearing him apart," she heard Sirius' voice say.
"I know," James replied. "And the fact that she won't speak to him must be even worse."
Rozlyn suddenly felt a rush of anger. 'Are they talking about me?' she thought hotly.
"Yeah, must be, with the crush he has on her and all," Sirius said.
"She's just being stubborn," James said. "Honestly, it's not that big of a deal. I mean, Moony deals with it, so she can, too."
Rozlyn saw red, and without thinking, she descending the last of the stairs. They turned to her and immediately stopped talking. Somehow, that infuriated her even more.
"Oh, no, go on, please continue," she snapped.
They exchanged surprised glances. "I mean," she continued, "you seem to like discussing other people's business so much. Why don't you go on? I'm not going to stop you, go ahead!" She folded her arms across her chest, and sat down in one of the table chairs, glaring at both of the boys defiantly.
Before they had a chance to say anything, Remus himself, climbed into the portrait hole and stopped, taking in the scene.
"What's going on?" he asked, tensely.
"Why don't you ask them?" she retorted. "Since they obviously love to gossip so much, I'm sure they'll tell you anything you need to know." She turned back to Sirius and James. "And while you're at it, why don't you tell him everything about me, too? You've clearly gotten everything so damn correct that you don't need to ask my side of things!"
Brushing back hot tears, she jumped up, pushed past Remus, and climbed quickly out of the portrait hole, slamming the fat lady shut behind her.
^_~
oooh, I liked writing that chapter. It gave me goosebumps, and lookie! Rozlyn's demonic werewolf side is starting to take over her personality! How perfectly lovely! Well, you know the deal, persons! REVIEW!!!
Ariana S.