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A/N: Sorry it's taken so long, but it's finally here! It's not exactly brilliant in my opinion, but it's the best my mind can come up with at this current moment. I'm sick at the moment so I'm not very enthusiastic about this chapter. Be gentle…
Chapter 3
Detention
Remus
I wriggle uncomfortably in my seat, the wind was whistling outside and it rattled violently against the window. I go three weeks avoiding Sirius and the moment we talk again we get landed in detention. Professor McGonagall's beady eyes watch us carefully, probably expecting Sirius to pull a prank any second now. But instead, he sat silently with a look of deep concentration on his face, his quill moving swiftly across the parchment. He sighs, ending a sentence and looks up at the clock. I watch as he turns his attention back to his assignment. Usually I would be the one working, but tonight something was different. I force myself to look away; I stare down at the parchment. I frown reading back what I had written so far, The process... I slam my head down on the desk.
"Mr. Lupin, are you alright?" McGonagall asks, her voice laced with concern. I mumble a simple "yes" onto the table and slowly lift my head. I glance over to Sirius; he was watching me, a smile played across his features. I turned away and picked up my quill, hovering it over the parchment, as if asking it to write the essay for me. Sadly it didn't agree with my request, instead a horrible ink blot expanded on my page. I groaned and was just about to give up before a stroke of brilliance hit me. I smashed my head into the table again and started groaning loudly.
"Mr. Lupin, are you sure nothing is wrong?" I look up, clutching my stomach for effect. The full moon was two nights ago, so I didn't look to healthy anyway. I groan again, squinting my eyes and looking down at my desk.
"Perhaps I should take him to Madam Pomfrey?" Sirius spoke up, forcing a look of concern.
"Yes, that would probably be best." I stand up slowly, still clutching my stomach. Sirius picks up his stuff and we hurry to get out the room. Just as we reach the back of the room were stopped "Black," he turns around slowly, "if I catch you doing anything like that in my class again then you'll get worse than a detention." He swallowed and gave a quick nod before we both left her alone.
"Moony, wouldn't have thought you'd be getting us out of that one!" He was smiling, I however was not. A first year Hufflepuff dodged him as he started to skip along happily.
"Why would you worry? Your quill was moving like it was being chased by Binns!" He slowed to a walk and held up his parchment. I read over the first sentence, crap crap crap crap crap. "Childish and predictable, but somehow not so much." Good old Padds. We reach the Gryffindor tower and I mumble the password.
"Where is he!" We collide with something, a flash of red and then I'm falling, something hard, yet soft, breaks my fall, Sirius. Lily Evans looking down at us angrily. "Have either of you seen James!" We shake our heads quickly no. "Well if you see him, tell him to meet me after the feast or else, or else… Okay, I don't know what yet, but Merlin he'll be in trouble if he doesn't show!" I nod, absolutely petrified, she whips around and leaves us in a tangle of limbs. It takes a couple of seconds to realize how close we are. One of his legs curled around me and slung over mine, oh god. His foot in between my thighs, his hand resting on my chest and his other hand gripping my right shoulder. Oh Merlin. I jump up and turn to look at a nearly full common room, all eyes on us. I hate it when there's lots of attention on me, it makes it twice as likely for me to make a fool of myself. I feel myself blushing a violent shade of red and I head up to the dormitory as fast as I can.
I rip open the curtains of my bed and I throw myself onto it, I let out a strangled scream into my pillow. Oh gods, I really shouldn't feel that way about him. Stupid Remus, stupid.
"Moony?" Oh Merlin, oh gods, oh Sirius. I groan inwardly and turn over onto my back. He's standing at the side of my bed looking slightly flustered. "Erm, are you okay? I mean, I know you were lying before to get out of detention, but now you actually do look ill."
"Too many people," I say pathetically with a sigh. He gives an understanding nod and sits on the edge of the bed. There's a twinkle in his eye and I try not to show how it affects me. He lays down on his side and props himself up on his elbow. I turn on my side so were face to face, not exactly one of my best ideas. I reach forward and tuck a piece of hair behind his ear, he smiles sweetly at me, sending shivers down my spine. I guess I brought this upon myself.