Chapter 10 Music

"What d'you want, Marge?" you demanded.

"To know who you're trying to impress with a dress that could look very pretty, but manages to look like trash on you."

You would have called her a few inappropriate words if Remus had not pleasantly interjected, "Fantasy looks beautiful like she always does and whomever she was trying to impress, as you put it, that person couldn't possibly be you, so your opinion about her appearance doesn't matter."

Murge huffed and stomped off.

"Thanks," you told Remus appreciatively; not many individuals stood up for you. "Marge probably hates you now."

"That's a shame. I loved her so much," responded Remus sarcastically.

You smiled. "Did you mean it when you said I was beautiful?"

A faint blush crept up Remus' neck and he nodded.

No one ever called you beautiful except your mother and mothers are supposed to consider their children lovely, so she did not count. You beamed at him. "You're sweet, Remus."

He returned your smile. "Would you like to dance, milady?"

"Absolutely."

The pair of you ambled out onto the dance floor and a slow love song began to play. This is either wonderfully romantic or pathetically cliché, you thought, hoping for the former.

Remus rested his hands lightly on your hips and you put your arms around his neck. At first you awkwardly averted your gaze to concentrate on how to maneuver your feet. Once the pattern of rotating in a gentle circle became simple enough that it no longer required all of your attention you lifted your eyes to meet Remus'.

You had the ability to look into the eyes of some people and know what they were thinking. Remus was not one of those people. He seemed well practised at hiding things. He may have been able to conceal his thoughts from you, however, his emotions were another story. It was obvious that he felt content affection when he looked at you.

His eyes had fascinated you since you met him, thus you were instinctively drawn to them. With each rotation of the dance the two of you were brought closer and closer together. You did not notice this until your bodies were pressed lightly together and you could feel Remus' warm, sweet breath against your face. The music and your heart caused your skin to pulse with a steady, rhythmic desire. Kiss me, Remus.

You were 'tragically' interrupted from doing your math homework the next morning, Saturday, by the ringing telephone.

You picked up the receiver. "House of Insanity, how may you help me?"

"Fantasy, you really need to quit saying that or someone is going to take you seriously one day and put you away," said Gabrielle's voice.

"Don't worry about me, Gabby."

"You? I'm worried about me. Where am I going to find a new best mate if you're sent away?"

With a chuckle you inquired, "Why did you ring?"

"To find out how your date went, of course."

"It was wonderful!" you exclaimed honestly. "Remus won over Mum, we rode in a red limo, he told off Marge, he called me beautiful, we danced, and on the way home he read me a poem he'd written me and blushed the whole time he read it. It was adorable!"

"Cute," Gabrielle agreed dismissively. "Did you snog?"

"There's more to a relationship than the physical part."

"Whatever. Did you snog?"

"No. We had the perfect opportunity, but I guess he didn't think it was appropriate since it was our first date." You sighed.

"What's wrong?"

"It's just that for the first time I wish he wasn't so polite. I really wanted that kiss!"

Gabby laughed.

"So, how was your evening?"

"When Sirius picked me up a bouquet appeared in his hand out of thin air, like magic! Sirius is a great dancer too. Did you see us dancing last night?"

Recalling the grinding, you stated monotonously, "I saw."

"Anyway, after everybody went home he snuck us into the go-cart place. The carts went faster than usual. It was so much fun!"

"That place has about five padlocks. How did he get you in?"

"He wouldn't let me watch him. I had to wait like six feet away." Despite the fact that you were unable to witness her you knew she was rolling her eyes. "I still tried to see, though. It looked like he was whispering and holding something."

Intrigued, you queried, "What was he holding?"

"It was too dark to see clearly, but I think it was long and thin. When I asked him about it he just winked deviously. God, you have no idea how sexy it is when he does that! It's also hot when he-"

You stopped listening then, and instead pondered what on earth Sirius could have used. A strange pick of some sort? Possible, but unlikely. What if-

"Fantasy!"

You lost your train of thought. "Huh?"

"Have you been listening?"

"Somewhat."

"Was I going on about Sirius too much?"

"Never," you gasped sarcastically, making it apparent that the answer was in the affirmative. Being truthful was a significant part of your friendship, though Gabby had a tendency to be too graphic and honest on occasion.

"Sorry. How about I go shag Sirius and you daydream about Remus?"

"Okay, but use protection."

"I always do. See ya."

"Bye." You glanced at the school assignment in front of you. Should I think about Remus or math? There was no contest.

You slid back into bed and wrapped your quilt around yourself and imagined it was Remus' arms. When you inevitably fell asleep you had very pleasant dreams.

Minerva's Note: I update my other fics on Tuesdays; should I do the same for this one? Review to tell me what you think of this idea and the chapter please.