Title: One Thing To Do

Rating: Probably PG, perhaps PG-13, who knows? Some where in-between there, at most PG-13 just to be safe. God knows what this mindless authoress would write...x]

Disclaimer: I, sadly, own nothing of J.K. Rowling's, and nothing in the HP universe. If I did, do you think _____ would have died?!?! OF COURSE NOT!

Summary: Okay, Laurel is determined to be near her bf even when he wolf's out. So, when Laurel's determined, trouble usually starts.

Author's Note: The saga continues…

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Laurel and Treasure woke up at the same moment last night, having passed out sometime between the 156th scream of the werewolf downstairs. Treasure sat up and rubbed her face tiredly, surprised that she'd been able to sleep at all. She groaned and pulled her cloak on, shivering because it was a bit cold in the morning. Laurel sighed and sat up, looking around blearily.

"Where are we again?" she asked. Treasure mumbled something incoherently and got up, walking around the room. "Oh, yeah, I remember. We nearly got eaten by spiders, and then by Remus," Laurel said happily. Treasure turned around and grinned. "And I did get eaten…God damn it I may never forgive Sirius. Look at this!" she said, pulling her arm out of her robe and showing Laurel the bite marks, which were now accompanied by a lovely bruise.

"Half my damn arm is purple," Treasure complained. She walked over to the stairs and turned back to Laurel, "I hope you know that I am never, ever going to listen to you again. Next time you want to go off and nearly die, please leave me out of it," she said. Laurel looked hurt. "You know that's now what I mean," Treasure said hastily, and Laurel nodded.

"It wasn't that bad, was it?" she asked. Treasure smiled. "Nah, it was actually kinda fun,"

"Fun?!" another voice boomed from behind Treasure. She jumped and turned around. "FUN?!" Sirius exclaimed, grabbing her wrist roughly. She glared at him. "God damn it, Sirius, get a grip - or rather, lose one. Get off me, what the hell do you think you're doing?" she asked.

"I could ask you the same bloody question," he said, not letting go of her arm. Treasure sighed and stopped trying to pull away. "You could have died, Treasure! I don't care if Laurel forced you into this -"

"Good, because she didn't,"

"Or if you decided to come here on your own,"

"Wonderful, 'cause really all Laurel is guilty of is waking me up. It was my idea to come here,"

"Okay, you know, I do care. Why would you do something so stupid?!" he shouted at her. Treasure glared at him. "Don't you yell at me, Sirius Black, or you're gonna have a serious problem." she seethed. He let go of her arm and she stomped away to the corner of the room, refusing to look at him. Laurel got up and inched over to the stairs. "Is Remus awake?" she asked. Sirius glared at her, "Yeah, but you don't want to be going down there, he might be in a state of undress."

Laurel flushed up to her hairline, but then with a strange look on her face, asked: "So, where's James and Peter, then?" Sirius didn't answer, but Treasure piped up, "They left. Went outside for something," Sirius didn't even look in her direction but shouted, "Oy, Moony, are you decent?"

"Yeah, why?" came the muffled answer. Laurel hurried down the stairs.

"You," Sirius rounded on Treasure as soon as the veela-girl was gone.

"Me," Treasure said darkly.

"Come here," Sirius asked. Treasure laughed. "Make me," she said, crossing her arms defensively over her chest. Sirius walked slowly up to her, and Treasure raised her chin, not afraid in the slightest.

"What are you gonna do to me, Black? Gonna punish me for coming here? Last time I checked, the Whomping Willow wasn't off limits," Treasure taunted him.

"Yeah, but the Forest is," Sirius said angrily. "Say's he-who-resides-in-it-three-times-a-month," Treasure spat, equally as brassed off. "Treasure, its dangerous, you could have died! What if more than just one spider attacked you?"

"Oh, Sirius, don't be a wimp on me now…you have no right to scold me, Padfoot," she sneered. Sirius was standing directly in front of her now, and grabbed her by her arms. She yelped when he held her by the wound on her arm. "Get off, you idiot! You're hurting me!" she said, kicking him in the shin. He let go, and she ran away from him.

"What is wrong with you?" she demanded. Sirius sighed and ran a hand through his hair nervously. "I'm sorry," he said quietly. Treasure let out a frustrated breath, "Yeah, well, you should be. Touch me like that again and I'll pull a Petrificus Totalus on you," she threatened. He sighed and looked down, he looked so miserable that she felt bad and walked over to him, wrapping her arms around him.

"Promise me that you wont come again," he said.

"I cant promise you that," she said. "If Laurel comes to me again and says that she's missing Remus, you know that I'll come with her here,"

"Treasure, you cant! You'll get hurt, maybe even killed," he said. Treasure smiled. "It's touching to know that you care so much," she said. He reached up and touched her arm. "I'm sorry," he said softly, as she flinched away. She shrugged. "I've been duffed up worse during Quidditch practice. And you did save my life," she said. Sirius smiled and kissed her softly on the lips.

"I don't know what I'd do if you got hurt, Tres," he said. She smiled and kissed him softly on the lips. "You'd be sad for a while, and then you'd get over it," she teased. He didn't laugh. "Cheer up, I know you'd come after me and save me. And then kill me for getting in trouble in the first place," she said. Sirius smiled and led her over to the couch, pulling out a box from underneath it after she sat down.

"What are you doing?" she asked as he sat beside her, the box on his lap. "That bite looks bad, I shouldn't have pulled you so hard," he said quietly, pulling out some gauze a cleansing potion. "Don't!" Treasure yelped as he slowly applied the potion. It sizzled and burned and was entirely unpleasant.

He unrolled the gauze and bandaged up her arm gently. He kissed her on the cheek and pulled her to lean on him. "So this is Sirius Black, huh? The risk taker, man of spontaneity," she said quietly. "I don't care if I get hurt, Tres, only if you do. I don't want you to be impulsive," he said. Treasure stiffened and pulled away.

"Sirius, that's the way I am. I'm not like Lily, I'm not cautious and practical. I came here because Laurel wanted to be with Remus, or at least be there for him when he…changed back. And I wanted to come too, because it would have been an adventure. Believe it or not, I didn't do this just to impress you,"

"Of course not, you don't need to impress me," he said gently.

"Good, just so we're clear," she said, not sinking back down to lean on him. He sighed. "You're not mad at me, are you?" he asked.

"As a matter of fact, I am. Sirius, you talk about me getting hurt when you're here having a party with a werewolf! I don't quite think that you have the right to tell me off." she said tersely.

"Treasure, Remus cant hurt me if he bites me when I'm in the dog form," Sirius explained. "Well a fat lot of help that'll do. You could still bleed to death, or what if you change back by accident and then he attacks you?" she demanded.

"He wont! When we're all here in our animal shapes, he says it makes him more sane. We're helping him, Treasure. He's my best friend, and if we're here, we keep him from hurting himself." Sirius said.

"So that's it, then? None of it is for the rush?" Treasure demanded. Sirius sighed and looked down. "That's what I thought," she said angrily. Treasure didn't quite know why she was so angry, but she had a feeling it was because Sirius had a secret that he kept from her, and there weren't really any secrets she kept from him.

"Don't expect me to stay away, Sirius, because I wont," she warned him. He got up and surprised her by taking her face in his hands. He pressed his forehead against hers and looked into her eyes. Treasure was caught off guard and blinked, wondering what the hell he was up to.

"There's only one thing we can do then, huh?" he asked.

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"Hey," Laurel said quietly, leaning by the wall. Remus was sitting tiredly against the wall on the other side of the room, his arms wrapped around his knees. Laurel's heart flipped over when she realized that he wasn't wearing a shirt.

"What are you doing here?" Remus asked tiredly. Laurel could here that he was angry, she could see it by the way he was sitting and not looking at her when he spoke. Remus always looked at her when he had something to say, or when she was speaking. It was one of the things that she liked the most about him - how he made her feel like she was the only person in the room.

In this case, she was the only other person in the room, but this time she didn't feel like it. "I wanted to see you," Laurel said in a whisper.

"Why didn't you wait for me in the Great Hall like we usually do?" Remus demanded. Laurel swallowed hard and crept over to where her boyfriend was sitting. "I wanted you to know that I don't hold it against you, the werewolf thing," she said. Remus looked up, and Laurel wanted to cry. The exhaustion and self-loathing on his face all too evident for her taste. "I could have hurt you," he said softly.

"Nah," Laurel replied, feeling a bit weak. Remus looked up to meet her eyes. "Don't say that," he snapped, his voice harsh. Laurel flinched and looked away. "I could have hurt you, you know that. Don't act like its not true. Say it," he ordered. Laurel felt tears well up in her eyes, and she struggled very hard not to be angry.

"No," she said through clenched teeth. Remus shot up like a bullet and walked over to her. Laurel crossed her arms over her chest defensively, and met his eyes. "I could have killed you, Laurel. Would you want me to have to live with that?" he asked lowly, his voice more a growl than anything else.

"You could have, but you didn't," she said. "And a slim chance it was that I didn't. If Sirius hadn't dragged Treasure away in time, she could be dead or worse, she could be a werewolf, like me," he said. Laurel looked like he had slapped her.

"Is that how your life is, then, Remus? Worse than death?" she asked, tears falling freely from her eyes. Remus looked away, "If I had hurt you, it would be," he said. Laurel wiped angrily at her eyes and refused to look at him. Instead, she focused on the wall behind him. He reached out and gently touched her hand. Laurel gave no notice.

"Don't be angry with me," Remus whispered. Laurel didn't say anything, just kept staring at the wall. "I was just so terrified that I'd hurt you. Or Treasure…d'you realize how dangerous it was when you protected me when she tried to Stun me. The spell would have done next to nothing, I would have been out for a few moments, and it would have given you time to get away before Sirius had to drag her. But if he hadn't gotten there…" Remus trailed off, reaching for her other hand.

Laurel sighed and looked at him. "I'm sorry," she said. "I just didn't want her to hurt you,"

"Which is exactly why you cant come anymore, Laurel. If being here affects your judgment like that…its dangerous enough without you here," he said. Laurel sighed again and nodded. "I just miss you," she said quietly. Remus tugged her closer and led her over to his corner on the floor. Laurel leaned her head on his shoulder and let him comb through her hair.

"Remember when I said that I'd find some way to be here with you?" Laurel asked, breaking the silence after a long moment. Remus said nothing, only nodded. "I still will," Laurel said, resolutely. "But -" Remus tried to protest, and Laurel merely kissed him to shut him up. He was too tired, and too happy to find her safe, to protest.

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A/N: Short chappie I know but I wanted to update and my inspiration is once again sapped... R&R por favor.