Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns Harry Potter, not I. And contrary to popular belief, ahem, swordsrock, I do not plan to steal Remus Lupin from her. And also contrary to Urban Legend, ahem, swordsrock, I do NOT have him whipped. He's just very docile, heehehe, a tame werewolf.

A/n: sorry, BTT fans, this one will be a bit more sane. It also doesn't really make sense to anyone who hasn't read chapter three of BTT. And if you think that because the girl's got my pen name, she's a Mary sue, think again. Once more, there's a reason for this. Read BTT, and bear with me. There's more random out there, I assure you. Oh, and I don't mention her house because people are still guessing! hehehehe!

"Hey, Moony!" James called out after he had flown off the pitch. He, Peter and Sirius all waved at him, but he just yelled back, "I think 'd like to stay here for a while."

The guys shrugged and walked away. Judging by the name-calling he heard shortly after, Remus guessed that they had run into Severus Snape, another sixth year. He was a Slytherin, however.

Remus sighed as the sounds died down, and he realised that he was the only one left in the stands. Or outside at all. It was winter; no one liked being outside during the winter.

He glanced skyward, then back to where his friends had gone. It had begun snowing again, and his friends' tracks were quickly covered. It was Christmas break, and Remus knew he should've been happy, but he was a melancholy person. Although, the more time he spent with the guys, the less serious and pensive he was. He smiled. He didn't know what he would do without them.

He looked back towards the direction they had gone warmly- and jumped.

There, in the snow, was a black shape, making its way towards him. A person. A girl.

She walked to the bottom of the stands and looked up at him.

"Are you Remus Lupin?" she called.

"Yes," he replied, confused.

She ran up the stairs and asked, "Can I sit here?"

"Won't the seat of your pants get wet?"

She smiled and drew her wand. It was abnormally long and black, and she tapped the bench and whispered something. Some of the snow cleared away and she sat. He noticed she was left-handed.

"Hey," he said. He thought he knew her from somewhere, but he couldn't imagine where. The school? Asked a smug voice in his head. He frowned at it mentally.

"You seem to know who I am. Who are you?" he asked.

"Sincerity Inkwell." She said.

"Pretty name," he said conversationally.

"Thanks." She looked over at the Quidditch pitch musingly.

His eyes strayed from her carefully kept eyebrows down to the symbol on her robes, on her chest. She covered it quickly with a hand, and said, "What are you looking at?"

He looked back at her. She was staring at him peculiarly. He blushed as he realised what it must have seemed like.

"I just wanted to know what house you're in," he stammered.

"A lot of people guess at that," she said with a smile.

"So, what house is it?" he pressed. "I didn't see."

"That's for me to know," she answered curtly.

"And me to find out?" he asked wearily.

"No," she replied. "It's for you to never know."

"I'll find out."

"Not today, you won't."

He rolled his eyes. "My, you're contrary. You're deliberately being obstinate, so you must be a Slytherin."

She laughed lightly. "So, everyone who disagrees with you is in Slytherin, are they? I suppose that if I liked knee-length socks, that would make me a Slytherin, too?"

He gaped. "Knee-length socks?"

She laughed again. "Never mind. Do you also thin that liking sporks makes one a Ravenclaw?"

He shook his head slowly; still staring in disbelief, then came to.

"What did you come here for? And aren't you freezing? You're not wearing a scarf."

"If I wore on of those scarves you'd know what house I was in."

"What's with you and the houses?"

"Nothing."

There was a perplexing silence.

"You never answered my question." He stated.

"And which question would that be?" she said, somewhat mockingly.

He put his hands on her shoulders so she'd look at him. And she did, looking mildly shocked. "What. Did. You. Come. Here. For." He said clearly. It pleased him to note that he was taller than she was by about three to five inches.

She smiled shyly leaned in and kissed him quickly.

Then she pulled away.

He was feeling a bit dazed.

"Oh..." he said slowly, running a hand through his light brown hair. "You want to...kiss?"

She blushed. He took it as a yes.

"You want to kiss me?"

"Who else would I want to kiss?"

He didn't catch the sarcasm.

"Now?"

"I may not see you again?"

"Why's that?"

She didn't answer. He rolled his eyes and said in defeat, "So what's your plan, then? Snog now, analyse later?"

She raised her eyebrows.

"Silent beauty," he snorted. It was almost funny; she was being awfully quiet, but she wasn't really much to look at. Not ugly, just inordinately ordinary.

"I'm no beauty," she said softly, leaning closer. He took her by the shoulders and she wrapped her arms around his back, and he leaned in to kiss her.

"Remus," she said suddenly, their faces inches away.

"Yes?" he asked.

"Don't ever make fun of me about this," she warned.

"Why would I?"

"No reason."

And so he shrugged and kissed her.

Twenty minutes later----

"Hey, Moony!" yelled Sirius, looking for his friend. There was no answer. He sighed and ran over to the Quidditch pitch, hoping he hadn't fallen asleep.

He walked over to the stands and saw Remus-

Oh. My. God.

He walked halfway up the stands.

Oh. My. Friggin'. God.

Remus was there. Kissing- no, snogging a girl. A really plain girl. I mean, usually the scenario goes something like...see drop-dead gorgeous girl, she says, hey, I'll snog you for a galleon, and the guy goes, hey, sure, or he says, no way.

Remus was not the type to pay money to snog. And no guy would pay money to snog her. Definitely not.

She was different, though; maybe that was what he liked about her.

Sirius grinned, and subtle not being his style, he ran up and stood in front of them for a few minutes. It was sort of amusing to watch, and he had to be very careful to keep from sniggering. She had her hands in his hair, and every so often, she moaned softly. Occasionally the occasional "Remus, please" or "Oh, Sincerity" could be heard, and Sirius would have to shove his fist in his mouth.

Well, it was certainly payback, especially after all those times Remus, James and Peter had caught Sirius with a girl- he couldn't think of how many times or how many girls, he lost track somewhere around sixteen- as in, in a broom closet. As in, insane giggling and moaning punctuated every so often by a girl shrieking, "You dog!" before going back to giggling. And Remus was supposed to be the one with all the self-control!

So eventually Sirius tapped them each on the shoulder and said, "Sorry, am I interrupting anything?" cheerfully.

The reaction was funny and predictable; they jumped apart, mortified, and both blushed scarlet.

"Having fun?" Sirius asked.

"Er, well, er, actually..." Remus started, and Sirius howled with laughter.

"Hey!" the girl cried in indignance.

"What's wrong with you, Sincerity?" Sirius asked in mock concern.

"That's not...how did you know my name?"

"Must've heard from Remus." Sirius said with a wink. She blushed and they all started to walk down the stands.

"Hey, Sincerity, what house are you..." Sirius trailed off. "Where are you going?"

She had started to walk towards a cluster of trees. "Gotta get something," she replied.

"Oh," he said, then ran up and caught her arm. "Wait!"

"What?"

"Can't let Remus have all the fun," he replied, and kissed her. She slapped him.

"Padfoot, you dog!"

"That's what they all say, isn't it?"

She waved at Remus. "Oh, bye! I'll see you later!" then she turned to Sirius. "You watch yourself," she growled, but she was smiling.

Then she dashed behind the trees.

Sirius and Remus headed back when Remus suddenly stopped, frozen.

"We've never met her before."

"I know that, I'm not stupid,' Sirius said, wrinkling his nose. "So?"

"So how'd she know your nickname?"

Sirius froze, too. Then they both ran back, following her footprints in the snow.

The footprints stopped with out warning.

"Weird," remarked Sirius slowly, scratching his head.

"It's like she disappeared," whispered Remus.

Two minutes later----

A girl in Hogwarts robes and covered in snow despite the fact that it was August rushed to her computer and started composing an email:

Monikka-

I just snogged Remus! And Sirius kissed me, grr. : ) we should go back sometime soon, and you can snog the boy of your choice.

Write me back.

-Sincerity

a/n: I had the most fun ever!!!!!! Yay! I hope you all got all that, that's the memory that Remus was checking out in chapter 3 of BTT.