(A.N. Thank you so much for the reviews. They are always appreciated. This chapter will get a bit scandalous so just be forewarned. Enjoy!)

"Well you certainly look happy. Use a Cheering Charm?" Hermione asked Harry at lunch.

"Better," he said.

"Would it be why you and Gris missed breakfast?" Ron asked.

"She kissed me," he beamed.

"Really?" Hermione said. Harry nodded proudly.

"So that think with Lupin was just a fling?" Ron said.

"I guess," Harry said. "Where is she, anyway?"

"I dunno," Hermione said. "She may have had to grade stuff or help McGonagall." Ron looked down the table to Ali.

"Hey Ali! Have you seen Gris?"

"In Lupin's office. Sprout got a note this morning telling her to go at lunch," she answered.

"Did she say why?" he asked.

"Nope," she said. Harry jumped up and was already halfway down the hall.

"Harry wait!" Hermione called, but it was futile. His mood had soured like three week old milk.

He went flying up the stairs and to Lupin's office. He hadn't called her up there for business that much he was sure of. He could feel himself getting angrier and angrier as he approached the office. He threw open the door and stopped dead in his tracks.

Gris was again perched on the desk. Her robe was off and her top was unbuttoned. Lupin's shirt was totally off and tossed carelessly with his robe on the floor. He was standing in front of her and they were making out. Without a word, Harry marched over to Lupin, fist balled and ready to strike. Gris saw this and jumped off the desk. She cut in front of Lupin and Harry's fist contacted with her jaw at full speed. She reeled backwards and collapsed on her back. They both stared, stunned.

Lupin took advantage of the break in the action and bound Harry with the vines from his wand. Harry and Gris's eyes still hadn't unlocked.

"We're going to Dumbledore's office," he said. Remus pulled on his shirt and his robe. He led Harry out of the office, still staring at Gris. She sat on the floor for a few minutes, rubbing her mouth. He'd hit her pretty hard. She buttoned her shirt and put her robe back on. She had to go see someone.

Padfoot was curled up in his basket for his afternoon nap. He was just drifting off when the door flew open. Gris came in, her mouth bruised and swollen. She looked confused and upset. He got up and changed into human form.

"What happened?" he asked.

"Harry hit me," she said. Sirius was stunned.

"He hit you?" he repeated. "Why would he do that?"

"He meant to hit Remus but I got in the way," she replied.

"Why would he hit Remus?"

"Because we were kissing," she said slowly.

"Oh God. I knew this was a bad idea," he said, putting a hand on his forehead.

"I've screwed everything up, haven't I?" she said.

"You've stirred up something that didn't need stirring up," he said. "And that's putting in nicely." Gris flopped down on the floor and Sirius sat in front of her.

"Let's see the mouth," he said. Gris turned her head so he could see the purple bruise blossoming on her left cheek.

"He got you good. Open," he said. She opened her mouth as wide as the pain would permit.

"You've got some blood on your front teeth," he said. She licked her front teeth. The taste of iron was unmistakable.

"I don't feel like I'm bleeding," she said.

"You should probably visit Poppy today and get it checked out anyway," he advised.

"Thanks Dad," she said. He laughed.

"I'm just taking care of you, little girl," he said.

"I'm in such big trouble," she said. "Now I'll get expelled for sure. I'm having inappropriate contact with a teacher and I was just involved in a fight." Her eyes began to glaze with tears again.

"Don't cry. You're a good kid. Dumbledore will let you off. They need you here to protect Harry. I'll vouch for you and so will a lot of other people," Sirius said.

"You think so?" she said.

"He's letting me stay here, isn't he?" Sirius pointed out. "They love you here. You're in charge of the great white hope of the wizarding world. They lose you; they lose him. Unfortunately that bond has put us in the mess we're in."

"We?"

"This isn't a simple love triangle. People are going to start taking sides and dividing themselves over your love life. This isn't just the three of you. Everyone has an emotional investment in you, Remus, or Harry. Severus, Draco and the Slytherins will want to see you fail. The teachers will give Remus hell, though a few may support him. The shit is about to hit the fan and when it does, I suggest you take cover," he explained.

"Can't it be kept quiet?"

"Possibly, if those who already know say nothing more, but you know this place. There's always a mole," he said. "I'm not saying this to guilt you, but to help you get out of the fray."

"I know," she said. "I'm gonna go fix my face."

"See you at dinner," he transformed back and went over to his basket.

Harry was still steaming when he left Dumbledore's office. He'd gotten two detentions and lost 50 points for Gryffindor. Dumbledore was now talking to Lupin about what had precipitated the incident. He was angry with Gris, but he was angrier with Lupin. His most favorite and trusted teacher had betrayed him. He felt like an idiot for trusting Lupin when he was first at Hogwarts. Obviously, he wasn't the same man.

As he made his way to Charms, he looked down at his hand. It was bleeding around the knuckles. He'd probably cut it on Gris's teeth. Harry decided to stop by the hospital wing and get it closed up. When he got there, Gris was there getting her mouth checked.

"You're okay, dear. The bruises will stay for a couple of days but the swelling is mostly gone," Madame Pomfrey was telling her.

"Thanks," Gris got up and walked out just as Harry was walking in. Their gazes met for a split second. It was in that split second that Harry decided if he couldn't have Gris, no one could.

He explained about his cut and Madame Pomfrey healed it in about two seconds. What neither of them realized was they were sealing in more than just blood.

The 16 year old joined his friends in Charms. Gris wasn't in there that day. She was helping in first year Defense Against the Dark Arts.

"What happened?" Ron hissed.

"I'll tell you later," he replied. They went back to the lesson and didn't say anything else. Both Ron and Hermione could tell Harry was still mad. They decided not to talk to him until he wanted to talk to them.

That night, no one knew where anyone else was. Ron was in the common room rematching Seamus. Hermione had secluded herself in her room, trying to come up with a solution to their monumental problem. Gris was up in the Professor's tower with Lupin and Harry was in a vacant classroom brewing a deadly concoction.

In the Professor's Tower, Gris had made herself comfortable. She was sitting on the huge bed in a white tank top and black panties. Lupin was laying on his side behind her in only his pants. Gris was leaning over, studying for her History of Magic final the next day and he was making idle conversation with her.

"How's your mouth?"

"Pomfrey said I'll have the bruises for a few days, but other than that, I'm fine," she replied, not looking up. Lupin made a noise of assent. He noticed something on Gris's lower back. He took his index finger and pushed up her tank.

"What's this?" he asked. Gris tried to look over her shoulder.

"That's my tattoo," she said. "Body art." He looked more closely at it. It was a green snake coiled around a sword.

"How do you get one?" he asked.

"You go to a tattoo artist and they put it on you. I got it for my seventeenth birthday," she replied. "It's mostly a Muggle thing.

"Interesting," he said, sitting up and kissing Gris's neck. "Dumbledore isn't going to expel you."

"Really? Why not?" she asked.

"He says you're a model student and Harry needs you for protection," he answered.

"What did he say about us?" That was the question she was more interested in.

"Surprisingly, and I quote 'Love knows no age'," he told her.

"So what about all that stuff McGonagall said?"

"He thinks she was trying to protect you as well," he said.

"Who knows," she shrugged.

"But it means we're okay," he said.

"Good," she smiled and gently kissed him. Her mouth was still sore.

"Are you done studying?" he asked. Gris slammed the book shut.

"I am now," she grinned. She stood up and then jumped back down on the bed.

"That was fun. Try it," she pulled Lupin up and jumped back down. He did the same. He laughed. They started the cycle of getting up and jumping down. They were laughing and falling all over themselves. Gris fell down and Lupin fell on top of her. Laughing and panting, he kissed her. The sound of the door hitting the wall startled them both. They jerked up and saw an irate Snape in the doorway.

"What in the hell is going on in here?" he barked. "A student in a teacher's room? And in her underwear no less." Lupin got off the bed and marched over to Snape.

"Get out of my room," he said firmly.

"First a werewolf, now a child molestor, how charming Remus. The parents will love to hear this," Snape said coldly.

"Say anything and you'll regret it," Gris piped up. She jumped off the bed and came up behind Lupin.

"Don't defend him, girl. You're just a silly child," he snapped.

"Don't speak to my daughter like that, Severus Snape," she said. The voice wasn't Gris's. It belonged to Grissa. Remus and Severus stared at her.

"Pardon?" Remus said.

"You heard me," Grissa said. She looked squarely at Snape. "Now take it back."

"I do," he said, still stunned. Suddenly, Gris looked confused. Grissa had slipped back into Gris's subconscious.

"Come with me. You're going back to where you belong," he said.

"No," Gris said, hiding behind Lupin. Snape took out his wand.

"Insolent child," he said. He vine bound her hands behind her back.

"At least let her leave fully clothed," Lupin said.

"Fine," Snape said shortly. Remus picked up Gris's jeans and her cloak. She stepped into her pants, he slid them up and fastened them around her slender hips. He put the cloak over her shoulders.

"Goodnight, Gris," he said.

"Goodnight, Remus," she replied quietly. Snape was already pulling her down the stairs. He started berating her and telling her how stupid and reckless she was being. Gris had tuned him out. They had to cross through the professors' offices to get back to Gryffindor. Then Gris got an idea. She stopped and got a horrified look.

"What?" Snape said. She continued to look frightened down the dark hall. Snape turned to look and Gris jumped through her arms like a jump rope. Her hands were now in front of her. She bolted into her office and locked the door. Snape wrestled with the knob.

"Unlock this door," he demanded.

"No, I'm going to kill myself," she replied.

"Don't be stupid. Get out of there," he said. Gris opened the blind.

"You don't believe me? I'll do it and I'll do it the Muggle way. I'll hang myself and you'll have to watch me dangle and writhe until I die," she said. "If I die, my mother dies with me."

"What will it take to get you out of there?" he asked.

"Unvine me and don't interfere with Remus and me again," she said. "Or you'll be in worse trouble than you were eighteen years ago."

"And if I don't agree?"

"My blood will be on your hands," she answered. He contemplated for a few moments.

"Open the door and I'll let you go," he said.

"Swear?"

"Yes," he said. She unlocked the door and held out her wrists. He took the vines off.

"Don't forget our deal," she said before she disappeared down the hall. Snape didn't reply. He trudged back to the Professor's Tower to get some sleep.

When Gris got into Gryffindor, she was ambushed by Hermione. She shrieked in surprise. Hermione covered her mouth.