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Chapter 3: Tell me... please?

After Dumbeldore's speech and dinner, I headed towards the Transfiguration classroom for the meeting. It turned out I was the first on there, again. But as soon as I walked in, someone came up behind me and covered my eyes.

"Guess who," James whispered in my ear. It sent a chill down my spine. What's going on with me? I wondered. I smiled nonetheless. I turned to face him.

It was then when I noticed how brown his eyes were. A deep, velvet brown. I also saw something in them, pain. For some reason unknown to me at the time, I wanted to know why he was hurt, what had happened, but most of all, I wanted to make him feel better: to comfort him. I don't know how long we were standing there, but it was when one of the prefects walked in that I noticed my hands were in his. Coming out of my trance, I pulled my hands away and went and sat down. He sat next to me. Somehow I didn't mind like I usually did. Actually, it was kind of nice.

McGonagall came in and started talking about our duties and everything. She then dismissed the prefects, so there was only me and James left.

"The first thing that you two will be organizing is the Hogsmeade trip. What you need to figure out is the date and that's pretty much it. You can also start thinkg about the Halloween feast. You, along with the prefects, will be helping with the decorations. Any questions?"

"No, Professor," I replied.

McGonagall looked at James. "Nope," he said.

"Ok, then. Goodnight. I know you two will make a great team." And with that, she left us. (A/N: And no, they're not going to have their own dorm with just the two of them. I don't think any teacher in their right mind would put a guy, a girl, and their hormones in their own dorm, even if they did hate each other.)

"So when do you want to get together to work on that stuff?" I asked.

"Umm, maybe sometime next week?" he suggested.

"Ok, how about Wednesday night?"

"No," James said a lot quicker than his laid-back self usually did. "How about Tuesday night instead?"

"Yeah... yeah that works." I was confused about James' behavior, though I don't know why I noticed something such as trivial as his quickened response, he sounded almost nervous.

"Well, it's getting late. I'll see you tomorrow," I said.

"Can I walk with you?"

"Sure," I said.

As we walked down the hall, we just talked about nothing in particular. I was unconsiously really enjoying his company. We somehow got on the subject of Quidditch. I actually enjoyed the sport much more than I let on. For example, I had been to every Quidditch game since first year, but I never mentioned that to anyone, not even Beth or Annabel, but they've bound to have noticed by now. I would never play it though, I'm not the greatest fan of heights.

"...and practice starts next month," James finished saying.

"When's the first game?" I questioned.

"Determined not to miss a game, aren't you?"

"What do you mean?" I said, though I knew that he knew, but I wondered how he knew.

"You've been to every game."

"You noticed?" I asked, sounding a lot more surprised than I intended.

"I notice a lot of things," he said quietly.

"Like what?

"Like whenever you take a test you always twirl your hair nervously around you finger, even though you know the material."

"Do I really do that?'

"Yep," he said. "Candy corn," he said to the Fat Lady.

We climbed in the portrait hole. I didn't want this night to end.

"I guess this is goodnight," James said.

"I guess so. Well, goodnight." I started up the stairs. About halfway up I felt eyes on me and I looked back down. At the botttom of the stairs, James was standing there, watching me. I looked into his eyes again and something else was there, more vibrant than before: despair. I smiled and continued my way up. I was in love, hopelessly in love, my prince charming had come, and I didn't even know it.

Everyone was alseep when I got to my dorm. I looked at the clock. It read 1:22. No wonder. I thought to myself. I pulled on my pajamas and then checked the calandar to see what was so important about Wednesday. Ther was nothing written but "Full Moon". I shook my head and decided it must just be some stupid prank they were going to pull. So I climbed into bed and quickly fell asleep.

I had been asleep some time when I suddenly sat up in my bed... I knew.

That morning I woke up early, took a shower, and put on some lip gloss (I didn't like makeup). Beth was questioning me about James, a new hobby of hers.

"So what happened?"

"Nothing," I said calmly.

"Yes it did."

"No it didn't." I was starting to get annoyed.

"Yes it did."

"No it didn't."

"Yes it did."

"No it didn't."

"Yes it d—."

"Shut up!" Annabel yelled. She was not a morning person. Beth frowned.

"Are you sure?" We grabbed our bags and headed down to breakfast.

"Yes," I said firmly.

"If you say so."

When we got to the Great Hall I had to help hand out schedules.

"Good morning," James said, coming up to me.

"Good morning," I echoed back. It's when I remembered. I had no intention of telling James that I knew, or even Remus. Obviously, what I was thinking showed on my face.

"What?" James asked.

"Huh?" I was caught up in my thoughts and had forgotten he was there. "Oh... nothing."

"Yes something," he said.

"No, it's nothing. We better hand these out," I said as I grabbed Gryffindor's pile and started towards the table.

James grabbed my arm. Another chill. What the heck?

"No," he said, "it's something. What is it?" he said, like he was trying to coax it out of me.

"Nothing I told you."

"What does it have to do with me?"

"How would you know it has something to do with you?"

"You haven't looked at me since you got here." Crap, I just realized I had been staring at the floor the whole time.

"It's nothing," I said yet again.

"I'm not leaving until you tell me."

"Fine, it's not a big deal anyway."

"Then why won't you tell me?"

"Because... I don't know..." Why don't I want to tell him? I gues I don't want him worrying that I'm going to tell. Or maybe he won't talk to me anymore... wait, what do I care if he talks to me or not? It sure seemed I didn't know a lot of things lately.

"Well then you can at least tell me, since it has something to do with me."

"Not exactly... I mean, you already know what I'm going to tell you anyway."

"What is it?" His hand was still on my arm. And I had no intention of moving it.

I lowered my vioce so no one would overhear. I don't care about that kind of stuff, but I'm sure a lot of other people would, but I still can't see why.

"I know about Remus." James paled considerably at this.

"Exactly what about Remus?"

"That he's a werew—"

"Ok, ok... not so loud. How'd you find out?"

"You."

"Me?"

"Yeah, you didn't want to meet on Wednesday."

"You figured that out ust based on that?"

"No... I've wondered about hime for a while. Always sick. I'm amazed tother people odn't know... I'm surprised it took me this long."

"Me too," he said.

"So all you guys know about him?"

"Yea, just me, Sirius, Peter, Madam Pomfrey and of course Dumbledore."

"I won't tell anyone. I just want you, and Remus, to know I don't care."

"I knew you wouldn't."

"We better hand these out," I said.

"Yeah... so that's all?"

"Yeah, why?"

"No reason, just wondering."

"Ok." The color came back to his face.

"Hey!" I said as I sat down next to Annabel. Beth looked up from her plate.

"Nothing's going on?" she asked.

"No! Now just drop it."

"Jeez... temper, matches your hair."

"So are you and James friends?" Annabel asked.

"Yeah, I guess so. I consider us friends." I said.

Annabel smiled. "I've got to go, I'll be back later."

"Ok, bye." Beth said. We looked at each other confused.