July 7th, Sunday
different looks I tried out for my and Remus' amusement: 13 sexy, 3 homey, 5 intellectual, 4 sporty, 1 ugly, 4 noble, 2 terrifying; huge embarrassing encounters in the hallway: 1 (but it was really terrifyingly embarrassing!)
The fabulously romantic things Remus does won't stop. This morning, he came into my room and woke me up – with breakfast! Spent yet another morning together in bed (am beginning to get used to all these double-entendres), quietly reading the paper. Needless to say I was ecstatic. For a little while at least, then I got bored from the paper and started to watch Remus. Then he noticed me, and I had to distract him. Guess what? I settled for the tickling again. He's just so incredibly sexy, I have to take every chance I get at feeling him up.
After our daily cooking session (minestrone with fresh vegetables and lemon cream for dessert), we were slightly hesitant on what to do, until I had the idea to show Remus some of my metamorphmagus-styles. First, I did just some funny ones, like the zombie or the ugly old witch, but then I decided to do a little research. I wanted to find out what type of woman Remus liked. I tried tall blondes, petite brunettes, the sexy femme fatale as well as the motherly type (who turned out like a younger version of Molly Weasley), a sporty, tan girl in trekking clothes after the pale bookworm with thick glasses. He made some comments on my better creations, but mostly, he didn't say anything like "I'd marry that one right away." I was a little relieved about that. Even more so when he said:
"Promise me you'll never ever change into one of those women just to please a man. If he's supposed to like you, he should like your character, no matter in what appearance it comes today." I hugged him.
And then, after this perfect, perfect day, the disaster happened.
I took a bath, and on my way back, I ran into Remus in the hall. And when I say ran into him, I don't mean as in "waved to him from across the hall. I mean "rounded a corner and knocked full-force into him". I pulled him to the floor with me.You don'tget the title"Queen of Clumsiness" for nothing. But the worst was: I was wearing nothing but a towel. A fluffy pink towel, and a little towel turban in my hair. And of course the traitorous thing had to come off. (And I don't mean the one in my hair) So I was lying there on top of him practically naked. Of course, being the gentleman he is, he closed his eyes until I had rearranged myself, then helped me up and asked if everything was okay. And he didn't mention it again. But still. It was sooo embarrassing, I could have died right there on the spot. Still there was this little part of me that really enjoyed when his eyes danced over me for just the fraction of a second before he closed them, and again when I was fully dressed. I don't know why, and it sounds silly now that I actually write it down, but it made me feel very much like a woman – almost sexy. Okay, have to stop that now. I always thought me and Remus had a purely platonic relationship. These thoughts just don't fit in there.