Chapter 9 Defense
When you arrived at school everyone froze in mid-stride and stared. It felt glamourous to step out of a crimson limousine with a handsome escort, like being a celebrity. One glance at Remus told you two things: he was not enjoying the attention as much as you were and he looked very dapper.
"That outfit looks nice on you. Dark blue is definitely your colour." You had said this to attempt to distract Remus from all of the stares, yet you immediately regretted it. Guys don't like to talk about fashion, you berated yourself.
"Thank you," Remus replied quietly, his pale cheeks turning slightly pink as both of you gaited inside the school for the dance.
Wait, pale… "Remus, you look a little sick. Are you feeling all right?"
"I've been a bit off-colour lately, but it'll pass."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive."
"How?"
"It always passes."
"It's happened before?"
"Yes."
You fixed him with a calculating expression, however, when he returned your look with his placid, amber-eyed gaze all uneasiness, and all thought for that matter, melted away.
"Hey, Fantasy."
Tearing your eyes away from Remus with difficulty, you turned around to see who had spoken. "Gabby!"
She hugged you. "Don't you look sexy?" she teased.
You chuckled and retorted, "Not as sexy as you."
Gabrielle glanced down at her revealing golden frock. "True," she admitted.
"I never knew you two liked each other that way," joked Sirius, emerging from the shadows like a suave ghost.
In mock horror you breathed, "Now you know our secret."
"Yep, and the only way to get me to keep quiet about it is to let me watch the next time you both go at it," he grinned.
Gabby laughed and Remus shook his head.
You questioned Sirius, "Are James and Lily here?"
"Nah, James hates to dance."
"But he can dance, right? After all, if you put some Karate moves together it looks like a sort of dance."
"What does Karate have to do with James?"
"Remus said you lot had Defense classes at your old school."
Sirius' eyes met Remus' for aninstant and a silent agreement passed between them. What that agreement was you could not begin to speculate.
"Let's dance, Gabby," suggested Sirius suddenly.
"Um, all right," she concurred.
In the time it took you to order, "Behave yourselves!" they were on the dance floor grinding to the loud rhythmic music, not behaving themselves. For their sakes you hoped a teacher didn't walk by.
"Who are you trying to impress?"
You turned to face the person that had asked the snide inquiry.
Marge Dursley smirked at you with a straw clamped between her hairy lips. It was not a pretty sight.