A/N: I put one of these up every chapter, don't I? Well, I guess I have a
lot of things to say like THANX FOR READING! This story is coming to a
close soon, and I've got a vague idea of how I should wrap it all up . . .
I just need to get it straightened out in my head the right way. (or . . .
the left way?) not sure. lol. Also, I'm gonna try to start updating once
every weekend, since I have no time on the weekdays. Now, get to reading!
Chapter Fifteen – Discomfort
-Remus P.O.V.-
He groaned. Every muscle in his body was sore. And the ground he was laying on didn't much help especially with the pressure on top of him – 'Wait . . . ground . . .?' He opened his eyes in confusion. And felt everything fall apart.
-Rozlyn P.O.V.-
Rozlyn was extremely comfortable. She hadn't felt this comfortable in years, including the time where her mom had bought her these new pajamas and – Rozlyn felt a shiver run across her. Then, her pillow on her bed shifted underneath her.
Wait . . . pillow? 'Last night was a full moon, wasn't it? Unless I slept for a few extra days . . .' she thought. Slowly, she opened her eyes, expecting to see Madam Pomphrey's worried shadow silhouetted across the white covers of one of the hospital wing beds.
But what she saw instead was much, much worse.
-Remus P.O.V.-
He sat in a chair in the corner of the hospital wing trying to ignore the sounds of Rozlyn's muffled crying from behind a curtain. Never in his life did he feel as bad as he felt during that moment. Not even when he transformed did he feel this much pain. It was worse than physical. It was emotional. Save for the bruises on his ribs and scratches all over various other parts of his body.
It was mystery to how he got out of the Whomping Willow last night, but he figured the bruises had a lot to do with it. Every time he breathed, pain shot up through his ribcage and spread to other points on his body.
He supposed that his pain was nothing compared to what Rozlyn was feeling. If the position they woke up in this morning suggested anything, it was the fact that they had most likely had sex. Werewolf sex. Remus shuddered at the thought. For once, he was glad that he couldn't remember a thing during his time as a wolf.
-Rozlyn P.O.V.-
Rozlyn let out another shuddering breath. She squeezed her legs shut on the bed. She had promised her mother . . . and her father . . . and herself that she would never, ever have sex before marriage. Never.
And look at her now. If the pain between her legs – and all over the rest of her body – were any indication at all, she was no longer a virgin. And the worst part of it was that she couldn't remember anything.
And her parents . . . what would they say now? She hadn't even told them she was a werewolf, yet. Now, she might even be – she trembled – a pregnant werewolf.
-Remus P.O.V.-
"Poppy, you should have alerted me immediately!"
"Headmaster, I've handled it. I've been trained to handle problems like this. The students are all cleaned up and they're fine. Honestly, you shouldn't make so much of a fuss – "
From behind his own curtain, Remus heard Dumbledore give a sigh. "Poppy, I'm not saying you're incapable, but . . . these students, their situation . . . it can't be changed with a wave of a wand. No matter how skilled the waver of that wand might be."
"I know. And they are students. The added stress of this . . . situation might bring them over the edge. I understand that you have to speak to them about the seriousness of it all, but . . . can't it wait until later? Tomorrow, perhaps? They've been tired for so long, Headmaster . . . They need their rest," Madam Pomphrey said gently.
There was a long silence, in which Remus tried to regulate his breathing so it sounded like he was asleep. Then the Professor spoke again. "All right, but I want them escorted to my office first thing in the morning."
'Escorted,' Remus repeated in his mind. 'Of course, because they don't trust you alone with Rozlyn.' He didn't blame them. He didn't trust himself alone with Rozlyn.
Speaking of Rozlyn, her sobbing had quieted down and Remus was sure that she was asleep now. He could hear her breathing – it was steady, like her heartbeat. Her heartbeat . . .
Almost as if in a trance, he slid out of bed and pulled back his curtain quietly. Madam Pomphrey was nowhere in sight, and Rozlyn's curtains were pulled around her bed. Heart pounding he padded over on bare feet and pulled her curtains back slowly.
His heart constricted at the sight of her. Her face was angelic, and her lips were slightly parted. What he wouldn't give to – 'No!' he shook his head firmly. 'No, Remus! That's what got you in trouble before, remember?'
However, his body ignored his mind, and stepped closer to the girl lying on the bed. He shivered. She was so beautiful, and he had corrupted her. That's what he had done. He had corrupted her, and stolen her innocence.
He had turned her into a werewolf – a monster. Like him.
All common sense told him to leave her alone . . . to let her lie . . . to let her live.
But he couldn't. Remus lightly skimmed his bruised hand over her cheek. He couldn't just walk away now. He was in this too deep. He was in love with her.
And it scared him.
-Rozlyn P.O.V.-
Rozlyn awoke to the sound of deep breathing. She opened her eyes slowly, momentarily afraid. 'Where will I wake up this time, I wonder?' she thought, bitterly.
"You're awake," a soft, and all-too-familiar voice said off to her right.
Rozlyn turned to face a teary-eyed Lily Evans.
"I was so worried about you!" the girl said, letting the tears escape. "Why didn't you tell me, Rozlyn? I would have understood! I'm your friend!"
Before Rozlyn even had time to register what had just happened, Lily leaned over and wrapped her in a much-needed hug. And for a while, they stayed that way.
*_*
"It's fate," Lily said, as soon as Rozlyn was finished telling her everything.
"What?" That was not the reaction she had been expecting.
"Don't you see it? It's fate," Lily said, sighing.
When she didn't elaborate, Rozlyn crossed her arms over her chest and said, "Explain. Please."
Lily gave her an odd look. "Well, you had a crush on him before all this, right?" Rozlyn nodded, blushing. "See? And you run away from that when everyone finds out. Only, in an ironic twist, you run straight to the source of your problem, and he puts a curse on you - a curse that ensures that the both of your lives will entwine for the rest of eternity. It's so romantic."
Rozlyn stared at her in disbelief. She was temporarily speechless. "You think this is romantic?" she croaked when she found her voice. "You think this is romantic?"
"Of course!" Lily said.
Rozlyn was about to reply when a loud voice interrupted her. "Where's Remus? I swear, if that – she-wolf – has done anything to him - !"
"James, calm down!" Sirius said.
Lily suddenly jumped up and snatched Rozlyn's curtains open, revealing herself and Rozlyn to the two boys. They visibly paled at the sight of her.
"Evans . . . Nice day, today, huh?" James said, stupidly, one hand immediately going to his hair. Sirius didn't say a word.
Lily's eyes flashed. "It would be a lot nicer if you didn't exist, Potter!" the angry witch spat. "For you information, your friend, Remus, is sleeping. Or he was sleeping. You've probably woken him up with all the commotion you made! And what was that you were saying about Rozlyn?"
"I-I wasn't – "
"You were, Potter! Don't lie!" Lily interrupted. "And you should know better! What would Remus say if he heard you calling Rozlyn a she-wolf? Just because he's not the only werewolf in this school anymore – "
"He's awake," Rozlyn whispered, and the whole room went silent.
-Remus P.O.V.-
Remus had a massive headache. He pulled the curtain on his bed back and entered the room to find his two friends standing at a face-off against Lily Evans and Rozlyn. Rozlyn . . .
He willed himself not to look anywhere in her direction. "Hey, guys," he said, softly. "What's going on?"
"Remus, have you been here asleep the whole time?" James asked. "Why didn't you come up to the dorm?"
"Whoa! Where did that come from?" Sirius asked, pointed to a huge bruise on Remus's arm.
Remus tried unsuccessfully to hide the arm behind his back. "It's nothing big," he said, quietly.
"The hell it isn't! Remus, you've never had a bruise that big before!" James exclaimed.
"It's just a bruise!" Remus snapped. "It doesn't hurt, so quit making a big deal out of it."
Everyone went silent, and Remus sighed. "I'm sorry. I'm just . . . tired, I guess."
"Busy night?" Sirius said, sympathetically.
"I wouldn't know, seeing as how I never remember," Remus whispered. He stared at the floor, willing himself to not look at Rozlyn.
"Oh . . . right," Sirius said, uncomfortably.
An awkward silence filled the room as everyone tried not to look at everyone else. As far as he knew, no one knew about the werewolves' night, except the werewolves. And the werewolf in Remus's mind was keeping it to himself.
"Well, um . . . I suppose we better be going," James said, breaking the silence. He glanced at Sirius, then at Lily, and then to Remus. "Remus, we'll see you later, eh?"
"Mmhmm," Remus nodded. "Later."
"Bye," Sirius said and headed out of the door.
Remus watched Lily glance from Rozlyn to him, and then back to Rozlyn again. "So, I'll be leaving, too, then, shall I?" she said. "Are you okay with that?" Remus felt a little hurt. It was obvious that Lily was really asking, "Are you going to be okay with Remus, alone?"
Rozlyn nodded. "That's fine," she replied, her voice nothing but a whisper.
"Okay, then . . . bye," Lily said, backing out of the door.
And then there were two.
-Rozlyn P.O.V.-
She refused to speak first. She wouldn't do it. No one could make her talk to him first. He was the guy. He was the one who was supposed to break the silence the same way James had broken the silence earlier.
But Remus was nothing like James. Remus didn't say a word.
Rozlyn took a deep breath and turned to him. For the first time in while, she lifted her eyes to meet his. He was gazing back at her with an expression she couldn't name. It took her breath away. She forced herself not to look away.
"W-We need to talk," she said, softly.
He nodded. "Yes, we do."
And before Rozlyn could comprehend what was happening, Remus had gathered her up in his arms, and was kissing her with a surge of electricity so powerful that it would have lit up every house in England.
So they never got around to talking.
^_~
How was it? How was it? I loved the ending of this chapter! I was waiting for a chapter that I could write this ending into, but this was the only one that it seemed to fit. And fit it did! REMEMBER TO REVIEW, YOU BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE, YOU!
Ariana S.
Chapter Fifteen – Discomfort
-Remus P.O.V.-
He groaned. Every muscle in his body was sore. And the ground he was laying on didn't much help especially with the pressure on top of him – 'Wait . . . ground . . .?' He opened his eyes in confusion. And felt everything fall apart.
-Rozlyn P.O.V.-
Rozlyn was extremely comfortable. She hadn't felt this comfortable in years, including the time where her mom had bought her these new pajamas and – Rozlyn felt a shiver run across her. Then, her pillow on her bed shifted underneath her.
Wait . . . pillow? 'Last night was a full moon, wasn't it? Unless I slept for a few extra days . . .' she thought. Slowly, she opened her eyes, expecting to see Madam Pomphrey's worried shadow silhouetted across the white covers of one of the hospital wing beds.
But what she saw instead was much, much worse.
-Remus P.O.V.-
He sat in a chair in the corner of the hospital wing trying to ignore the sounds of Rozlyn's muffled crying from behind a curtain. Never in his life did he feel as bad as he felt during that moment. Not even when he transformed did he feel this much pain. It was worse than physical. It was emotional. Save for the bruises on his ribs and scratches all over various other parts of his body.
It was mystery to how he got out of the Whomping Willow last night, but he figured the bruises had a lot to do with it. Every time he breathed, pain shot up through his ribcage and spread to other points on his body.
He supposed that his pain was nothing compared to what Rozlyn was feeling. If the position they woke up in this morning suggested anything, it was the fact that they had most likely had sex. Werewolf sex. Remus shuddered at the thought. For once, he was glad that he couldn't remember a thing during his time as a wolf.
-Rozlyn P.O.V.-
Rozlyn let out another shuddering breath. She squeezed her legs shut on the bed. She had promised her mother . . . and her father . . . and herself that she would never, ever have sex before marriage. Never.
And look at her now. If the pain between her legs – and all over the rest of her body – were any indication at all, she was no longer a virgin. And the worst part of it was that she couldn't remember anything.
And her parents . . . what would they say now? She hadn't even told them she was a werewolf, yet. Now, she might even be – she trembled – a pregnant werewolf.
-Remus P.O.V.-
"Poppy, you should have alerted me immediately!"
"Headmaster, I've handled it. I've been trained to handle problems like this. The students are all cleaned up and they're fine. Honestly, you shouldn't make so much of a fuss – "
From behind his own curtain, Remus heard Dumbledore give a sigh. "Poppy, I'm not saying you're incapable, but . . . these students, their situation . . . it can't be changed with a wave of a wand. No matter how skilled the waver of that wand might be."
"I know. And they are students. The added stress of this . . . situation might bring them over the edge. I understand that you have to speak to them about the seriousness of it all, but . . . can't it wait until later? Tomorrow, perhaps? They've been tired for so long, Headmaster . . . They need their rest," Madam Pomphrey said gently.
There was a long silence, in which Remus tried to regulate his breathing so it sounded like he was asleep. Then the Professor spoke again. "All right, but I want them escorted to my office first thing in the morning."
'Escorted,' Remus repeated in his mind. 'Of course, because they don't trust you alone with Rozlyn.' He didn't blame them. He didn't trust himself alone with Rozlyn.
Speaking of Rozlyn, her sobbing had quieted down and Remus was sure that she was asleep now. He could hear her breathing – it was steady, like her heartbeat. Her heartbeat . . .
Almost as if in a trance, he slid out of bed and pulled back his curtain quietly. Madam Pomphrey was nowhere in sight, and Rozlyn's curtains were pulled around her bed. Heart pounding he padded over on bare feet and pulled her curtains back slowly.
His heart constricted at the sight of her. Her face was angelic, and her lips were slightly parted. What he wouldn't give to – 'No!' he shook his head firmly. 'No, Remus! That's what got you in trouble before, remember?'
However, his body ignored his mind, and stepped closer to the girl lying on the bed. He shivered. She was so beautiful, and he had corrupted her. That's what he had done. He had corrupted her, and stolen her innocence.
He had turned her into a werewolf – a monster. Like him.
All common sense told him to leave her alone . . . to let her lie . . . to let her live.
But he couldn't. Remus lightly skimmed his bruised hand over her cheek. He couldn't just walk away now. He was in this too deep. He was in love with her.
And it scared him.
-Rozlyn P.O.V.-
Rozlyn awoke to the sound of deep breathing. She opened her eyes slowly, momentarily afraid. 'Where will I wake up this time, I wonder?' she thought, bitterly.
"You're awake," a soft, and all-too-familiar voice said off to her right.
Rozlyn turned to face a teary-eyed Lily Evans.
"I was so worried about you!" the girl said, letting the tears escape. "Why didn't you tell me, Rozlyn? I would have understood! I'm your friend!"
Before Rozlyn even had time to register what had just happened, Lily leaned over and wrapped her in a much-needed hug. And for a while, they stayed that way.
*_*
"It's fate," Lily said, as soon as Rozlyn was finished telling her everything.
"What?" That was not the reaction she had been expecting.
"Don't you see it? It's fate," Lily said, sighing.
When she didn't elaborate, Rozlyn crossed her arms over her chest and said, "Explain. Please."
Lily gave her an odd look. "Well, you had a crush on him before all this, right?" Rozlyn nodded, blushing. "See? And you run away from that when everyone finds out. Only, in an ironic twist, you run straight to the source of your problem, and he puts a curse on you - a curse that ensures that the both of your lives will entwine for the rest of eternity. It's so romantic."
Rozlyn stared at her in disbelief. She was temporarily speechless. "You think this is romantic?" she croaked when she found her voice. "You think this is romantic?"
"Of course!" Lily said.
Rozlyn was about to reply when a loud voice interrupted her. "Where's Remus? I swear, if that – she-wolf – has done anything to him - !"
"James, calm down!" Sirius said.
Lily suddenly jumped up and snatched Rozlyn's curtains open, revealing herself and Rozlyn to the two boys. They visibly paled at the sight of her.
"Evans . . . Nice day, today, huh?" James said, stupidly, one hand immediately going to his hair. Sirius didn't say a word.
Lily's eyes flashed. "It would be a lot nicer if you didn't exist, Potter!" the angry witch spat. "For you information, your friend, Remus, is sleeping. Or he was sleeping. You've probably woken him up with all the commotion you made! And what was that you were saying about Rozlyn?"
"I-I wasn't – "
"You were, Potter! Don't lie!" Lily interrupted. "And you should know better! What would Remus say if he heard you calling Rozlyn a she-wolf? Just because he's not the only werewolf in this school anymore – "
"He's awake," Rozlyn whispered, and the whole room went silent.
-Remus P.O.V.-
Remus had a massive headache. He pulled the curtain on his bed back and entered the room to find his two friends standing at a face-off against Lily Evans and Rozlyn. Rozlyn . . .
He willed himself not to look anywhere in her direction. "Hey, guys," he said, softly. "What's going on?"
"Remus, have you been here asleep the whole time?" James asked. "Why didn't you come up to the dorm?"
"Whoa! Where did that come from?" Sirius asked, pointed to a huge bruise on Remus's arm.
Remus tried unsuccessfully to hide the arm behind his back. "It's nothing big," he said, quietly.
"The hell it isn't! Remus, you've never had a bruise that big before!" James exclaimed.
"It's just a bruise!" Remus snapped. "It doesn't hurt, so quit making a big deal out of it."
Everyone went silent, and Remus sighed. "I'm sorry. I'm just . . . tired, I guess."
"Busy night?" Sirius said, sympathetically.
"I wouldn't know, seeing as how I never remember," Remus whispered. He stared at the floor, willing himself to not look at Rozlyn.
"Oh . . . right," Sirius said, uncomfortably.
An awkward silence filled the room as everyone tried not to look at everyone else. As far as he knew, no one knew about the werewolves' night, except the werewolves. And the werewolf in Remus's mind was keeping it to himself.
"Well, um . . . I suppose we better be going," James said, breaking the silence. He glanced at Sirius, then at Lily, and then to Remus. "Remus, we'll see you later, eh?"
"Mmhmm," Remus nodded. "Later."
"Bye," Sirius said and headed out of the door.
Remus watched Lily glance from Rozlyn to him, and then back to Rozlyn again. "So, I'll be leaving, too, then, shall I?" she said. "Are you okay with that?" Remus felt a little hurt. It was obvious that Lily was really asking, "Are you going to be okay with Remus, alone?"
Rozlyn nodded. "That's fine," she replied, her voice nothing but a whisper.
"Okay, then . . . bye," Lily said, backing out of the door.
And then there were two.
-Rozlyn P.O.V.-
She refused to speak first. She wouldn't do it. No one could make her talk to him first. He was the guy. He was the one who was supposed to break the silence the same way James had broken the silence earlier.
But Remus was nothing like James. Remus didn't say a word.
Rozlyn took a deep breath and turned to him. For the first time in while, she lifted her eyes to meet his. He was gazing back at her with an expression she couldn't name. It took her breath away. She forced herself not to look away.
"W-We need to talk," she said, softly.
He nodded. "Yes, we do."
And before Rozlyn could comprehend what was happening, Remus had gathered her up in his arms, and was kissing her with a surge of electricity so powerful that it would have lit up every house in England.
So they never got around to talking.
^_~
How was it? How was it? I loved the ending of this chapter! I was waiting for a chapter that I could write this ending into, but this was the only one that it seemed to fit. And fit it did! REMEMBER TO REVIEW, YOU BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE, YOU!
Ariana S.