Unsure, Insecure

Disclaimer: Tomorrow, HP7 book comes out. You can't possibly think that I would publish this NOW if I really owned anything... I'd wait and have you buy it XD

Warning: Guess what. Yaoi ;)

A/N: Review, please...

Most people tended to look damp and dishevelled after a walk in such weather, but she was still perfect. So damn perfect that it was almost scary and something inside Remus stirred, anxious and disturbed. The possessive werewolf in him needed to jump at her and bite her, tear that flawless being and see the fear in her eyes that looked down at him now with such intensity. He wanted that more than anything, or at least to growl at her and say that Bill was his.

But being a werewolf for as long as he had been, Remus could control these urges and disguise them under a nice smile. Even if at that very moment he wished he was impulsive, he still nodded and let her in.

Remus could hear how Bill's breath caught in his throat when he saw her and wished that the younger werewolf would send her away. Of course, he was sure that was not going to happen as Bill made it clear that it was hard for him to decide... in other words, he wanted Fleur back, but wasn't sure if he should and could.

"Your mother is worried. She told me to bring you back," her heavy French r rang with more accent than Remus remembered and Bill ran his fingers through his messy hair, revealing the scars on his face for a moment. Remus remembered how Bill constantly tried to hide the reminders of his injuries under the hair, even if he denied it with a smile every time Remus implied it.

"I said I needed time to think," Bill threw Remus a look clearly pleading for help and Remus couldn't go away and lock himself somewhere, even if he intended to leave them alone. Still feeling out of the place, Remus motioned for them to sit down.

Fleur's blue eyes pierced him and he would swear she could read his mind. Fortunately, he wasn't forced to suffer under her glare any longer as she shifted her look back to Bill, who sat down next to Remus on a large sofa and seemed clearly uneasy.

"I was thinking about it all," she spoke once again and Remus wished she would say something stupid and insensitive again and drive Bill away definitely. "And I want you to think about it carefully too, Bill. I'm trying to love you..."

"You're trying?" Remus snorted and he felt a slight surprise in both pairs of eyes as a result. After all, he was that always smiling, always gentle Remus Lupin. Sarcasm wasn't what they knew of him. Remus himself wasn't sure where those biting words came from – the only thing he felt was that if he didn't say them, they would choke him to death. "You don't have to force yourself, Fleur. There are people who still love Bill without having to try."

Bill's questioning look was followed by Fleur's frown. Damn, even distressed and with wrinkles on her forehead, Remus had to acknowledge her beauty. And what was worse, he knew she wasn't just a stupid weak girl with pretty face – after all, if she were, she wouldn't had been chosen for Triwizard Tournament... wouldn't had been chosen by Bill.

"Tell me, Remus, who are these people you speak about? You? Who doesn't 'ave to try to love a werewolf because you're one too?"

"Are you saying that he doesn't deserve to be loved because he's a werewolf?" Remus practically growled – years of being treated as inferior by officials had left deep scars inside his mind.

"No! It's not that..." her denial was absolute and even a hint of fear appeared in her crystal blue eyes at his suggestion. "You would never understand as you are a werewolf too, and from what I've 'eard, you've been one since you were child. Try to imagine 'ow I felt, when a man I loved, a gentle, nice and caring man turned to a beast out of control."

"Bill is not..." Remus tried to protest, but Bill's sigh silenced him perfectly.

"She is right, Rem. I was out of control then," he admitted with defeated grimace and Remus wondered what he wanted to do after all. He knew that Bill never forgave himself for how he had destroyed his relationship with Fleur, but Remus wasn't too sure he wanted Bill to gain that forgiveness. Because forgiven Bill equaled Fleur's Bill.

"You were," she whispered, looking at Bill as if seeking forgiveness herself. "And I was scared to death that you wouldn't be the same anymore, so I fled."

"When he needed you most," another biting remark escaped Remus' lips and he knew it was true with as much intensity as he knew he had no right to say it.

"Yes. During the time I was in France I 'ave read some books about werewolves and... I won't say I'm not scared anymore, Bill," she gave him another pained look and Remus so wanted to strangle her for sincerity in her words, "but I came to miss you terribly. I do love you, Bill, and I need time to get used to your new... personality. But I will get used to it, I promise. I want to."

"And you will forgive him for what he is?" Remus interrupted, but his voice lost all its sarcasm and now it sounded dull and resigned, because her speech gave Bill all assurance he had longed for. Remus was no match for her... not that he would dare to think otherwise. She was a Veela after all, a beast in her own form, possessive just like werewolves were, with her own weapons to use.

She buried her goddess-like face in her pale hands as though ashamed of herself.

"I though it would be the best for 'im... I was mistaken. I never... I don't know 'ow to react most of the time, Bill. You've changed a lot, but I can't 'elp but love you."

"I still... need time," Bill protested, but it was awkward and shaken and Remus knew he was lost. Bill just didn't dare to believe in himself, didn't want to hurt her any further...

"Your mother wishes to speak to you. She sent me to bring you 'ome."

Bill's look was suddenly directed to Remus and a silent plea was clearly written all over his face. Remus' old, well-known self came to its senses as he smiled, weakly and sadly, but still smiled, and nodded.

"Go," he said silently and he knew that he would break if he said it any louder. He would break and cry or yell or hurt someone in the process, and so he needed Bill to go. Leave and find his own answers, as he, Remus Lupin, just a fellow werewolf, wasn't allowed to be Bill's answer any longer.

Bill looked grateful and uncertain, but when Fleur's small fingers touched his rough hand, he stood up and left. It wasn't that sudden, but Remus couldn't bring himself to really notice the things around him.

Only a silent closing of the front door got through to him from a distance and Remus stretched slowly on a sofa on which, just moments ago, Bill sat with his apologetic eyes and slightly trembling hands, deciding his future and also Remus' own.

The werewolf inhaled the faint scent of younger man's body still lingering all around him and allowed himself to drift to sleep.