Chapter Fifteen: For Everything That I've Done
A/N: This chapter takes a bit of a different POV. I hope you like it, the next chap will be back to normal, though. Please R&R!It seemed like hours; we stood, our lips pressed together tightly, our breathing ragged and our hearts racing. We were together, for now, for always, and for forever. But forever only lasted until your morals kicked in.
You drew back, your eyes wide and unnerved. 'Nymphadora,' you would scold soon, in that voice. I didn't need to happen. I understood.
"I'm sorry," I gasped, and took a step backwards, nearly falling down the stairs, for you wouldn't keep your eyes off me. I wish you would stop.
"I'm sorry," my words were muddled together as I turned, and ran down the staircase as fast as I possibly could, ignoring you and your cries. Didn't you know I understood? Didn't you see I was sorry? I had been an idiot doing that. But still your voice calls to me.
I ran by Molly. She looked shocked, but then she saw you. Her good-natured expression flat lined, and I could hear her yelling at you. A slight silence filled my ears. She had stopped you. I hadn't even noticed you had been following me.
Finally, I raced through the doors. Rain was pouring, hard and fast, and I let go of my emotions. I screamed and raged, throwing my fists into that tree, the one that Ron always got stuck in when he played Quidditch. I tore the leaves from the branches, crunching them into tiny particles with my fists and throwing them all around me angrily.
I heard voices from inside, addressing me. I gasped, and ran even further; so far they wouldn't see me. There were no trees here. I was alone.
And finally, I collapsed on the ground, my shoulders shaking and my breathing strained. I was an idiot. You were right. You were always right. Love doesn't conquer all.
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Molly cornered me easily, blocking my view of you.
"Remus!" she shrieked. I winced. "What have you done?"
She never suspects you, I've noticed. But I know it's with good reason.
"I need to talk to Nymphadora," I say. And it's true. How you ran, ashamed…I must have been such an idiot to let it go that far. I needed to fix this.
"What will you say?" she asked, her voice still reaching hysterics. I sighed.
"I don't know, Molly…" my eyes wander behind her, but you are gone. My chest tightens. I need to find you.
"Well, you should know!" she retorts, and my attention snaps to her. She is positively fuming, it's obvious. "Remus…whatever you've done…you need to fix. I will not, do you hear, not stand for her getting hurt again!"
I bite my lip, embarrassed. "I'm sorry," I tell her, something I should be telling you.
Molly nods, and gives way. No time for acknowledgement, I sweep past her, and out the door.
You are gone, but Hermione and Ginny yell down to me from their bedroom window that you've gone out into the open fields. I nod curtly, keeping my posture, but all the while going crazy from worry. Why are you in the fields? Damn it. I need to talk to you.
Finally. I see you, crouched over, tears streaming down your face. My heart aches. I'm sorry. You may never forgive me, but I'm sorry.
Slowly, I near you, shrinking down to your level. You whimper, and I carefully rap my cloak and arms around you. Oblivious, and in pain, you fall back against me. Sharply drawing in a breath, I allow you to cry, your body tight against mine. When this is over, and you realize it's me, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
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