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Jocelyn sat by the window in the Gryffindor common room, watching as clouds drifted over the crescent moon peacefully. Maybe Lily was right, she thought, remembering the conversation she had had with Lily moments before. Maybe I should talk to Remus.
As if on cue, Remus walked down the boy's staircase with a book in one arm. Jocelyn turned around at the sound of his footsteps and her eyes widened as she realized who had come down; Remus simply nodded curtly towards her and sat by the fireplace, stretching his sock-clad feet towards the warmth it spread.
Jocelyn sighed. Just go talk to him, she told herself sternly, standing up from her chair and walking over to him. She sat in an armchair next to him and cleared her throat. "H-Hi Remus," she stuttered.
"Hello Jocelyn," he said coldly, not taking his eyes off his book. Realizing she was still there staring at him, he picked his head up. "Is there something you want?"
"Ye—no," she said. She had changed her mind mid-sentence. "No, nothing. Just…hi. Well, er, 'bye." She stood up and walked over to where she was sitting before.
"Goodnight, Jocelyn," Remus said in disdain, standing up swiftly and heading again towards the boys' staircase.
"Remus, wait!" Jocelyn called, standing up and raising her hand towards him.
"What?" Remus asked through gritted teeth, desperately trying to remain polite and calm.
"I just wanted to ask—that is, I wanted to know—" Jocelyn stuttered, wondering whether to say what was really on her mind. She sighed. "I wanted to know if I—well, if I could possibly borrow that book?" Her conscience berated her for not saying what her heart wanted her to, but she pushed the thought aside.
"Er…fine!" He had lost his temper, and threw the book, which landed on the floor in front of Jocelyn's feet.
"Thanks…Goodnight, Remus," she said, picking up the book.
"Goodnight!" Remus exclaimed briskly, running up the boys' staircase before she could utter another word.
Jocelyn stood, book in hand, and watched as Remus' socks quickly disappeared from sight, along with the rest of him. She sat down in a chair and flipped the book over and over again in her hands, fluttering the pages, yet not paying attention to it at all. Her mind was reeling. One solitary tear slid down her cheek slowly, and she knew what she had to do.
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The sky was completely covered by a blanket of clouds by the time Jocelyn had worked up enough courage to do what she knew was necessary. She stood up with a sniffle and walked up the boys' staircase to Remus' dormitory, where she knew Sirius and Peter also slept.
She walked into the dormitory and pulled back the curtains of a four-poster bed, shaking the lump sleeping within it. "Guhhh," a voice moaned groggily from inside. "Waddayawan?"
"Remus, we need to talk about something," Jocelyn whispered urgently, pulling the half-asleep lump out of bed before screaming. "AH! You're not Remus!"
"'Course I'm not Remus," Sirius exclaimed loudly, rubbing his eyes blearily. "If I were Remus, I'd know—well, I'd know—er, I'd know…stuff!"
"Shh!" Jocelyn whispered, putting a hand to his mouth and pushing both herself and him onto the bed again to muffle the sound of his talking.
"Wow, Jocelyn, I didn't know you felt this way," Sirius said, his voice garbled from Jocelyn's hand over his mouth. "I have a girlfriend, you know…this might pose as a problem."
"Sirius, just shut up and tell me which bed is Remus'!"
"You know, Jocelyn darling, I can't shut up and tell you at the same time."
Jocelyn growled in frustration. "Show me where Remus' bed is and then go back to sleep," she said angrily. He pointed to the one next to his. "'Nighty night!" she said. Two seconds later, Sirius was snoring again, rather loudly.
Jocelyn walked over to Remus' bed and pulled back the hangings roughly. She looked at Remus for a moment before shaking him awake; he looked so peaceful in his sleep. "Jocelyn?" he mumbled, looking up at her in shock.
"Yeah, come downstairs, we really need to talk." She pulled Remus up out of bed and down the stairs, before sitting him down on an armchair. She sat across from him.
"What's going on?" Remus asked, confused. "Is something wrong with Lily and James?"
"No, they're fine," Jocelyn said, frowning. "Don't you get it, Remus? I want a truce." Jocelyn held her hand out in front of her stiffly as Remus eyed it suspiciously.
"Okay, Jocelyn, what do you really want?" he spat. "Answers for an exam, maybe?"
"No! No, I really want a truce," Jocelyn exclaimed, letting her arm fall limply at her side. "Please? I blew that whole lying thing out of proportion. I'm sorry."
"Does—Does this mean we're—well, that is to say, are we together?" Remus asked, looking at her hopefully.
Jocelyn looked at him, eyes full of sorrow. "No, Remus. I'm sorry. I just…it wouldn't feel right. Not because you're a—because you have a problem, but because I don't know if you would have enough to support both of us after graduation. I know we talked about plans, but I just don't see how it can work. I want to be friends with you."
"Okay," Remus said weakly, though his eyes looked a bit glassy, "friends is okay. Friends is just fine."
Jocelyn smiled. "Goodnight, Remus," she said quietly, and she took a hold of his hand and squeezed it briefly before going up the girls' staircase.
Remus sat there, looking at his hand in the dying firelight as though seeing it for the first time. "Goodnight, Jocelyn," he whispered to the empty room. "Friends…is okay." He nodded, and looked as though he was trying to convince himself. "Friends is okay."
A/N: Poor Remus. I feel so bad. But, Remus will get over it. Thankss soooooooo much for all the reviews! I need less than 20 to get to 250! ACK I'm so psyched. I love you guys! So, review please :-)