A couple of weeks later.
A chilly October breeze whistled through the trees as students passed through the corridors. The Great Hall began to fill with laughter and sweet smells. Damon and Taran sat beside each other at the Ravenclaw table, busily scarfing down pudding and pumpkin juice. Taran had noted a change in his friend's behavior as of late, for Damon had ceased to worry about Amelia and had begun to bury himself in his studies instead. He had also realized that although Damon was spending a considerable amount of time studying, his marks were not improving, in fact, they seemed to have not changed in the least. Taran had chosen not to bother with whatever Damon was going through, he would ask for Taran's opinion or advice if he wanted it.
Tonight, Damon's mind wasn't on his appetite, or on his exams next day. Out of the corner of his eye, Damon had seen Amelia get up from the Hufflepuff table and leave the Great Hall. Convincing himself that it was nothing he should be interested in, he continued to throw himself whole-heartedly into his dinner.
Amelia smiled slightly to herself as she walked out onto the grounds. The cold air wrapped itself around her and she reveled in its crispness. She walked forward, pulling her cloak tight around her. It wasn't long before she noticed Remus walking beside her. Since that night in the corridors, he had taken to keeping her company. He told her that he didn't like seeing her alone and he wanted to get to know her better. Amelia was thankful. She noted something in his facial expression this time. He looked tired, almost as if he had aged. She looked him in the eyes. His grey hues sparkled back at her underneath the shadow of a waning moon.
"What's the matter, Remus?" Amelia was genuinely concerened. Remus shook the hair out of his line of sight, and smiled royally.
"Absolutely nothing. I was just thinking of a particularly sad memory," he said, bluntly. "But it's in the past, so what's the use worrying about it now?" They began walking again, this time toward the forest. The gamekeeper's hut was close by, and a newly planted pumpkin patch was beginning to yield a healthy crop. Suddenly, Amelia felt a warmth caress her right hand, and felt herself being pulled closer to the forest. Barely unable to see where she was being led, she called out, "Remus," giggling girlishly, "where are we going?" She was a little insulted that he didn't answer. She didn't like things to be kept from her. So, she tried again.
"Rem--" She never was allowed to finish her thought, for she found herself wrapped in a pair of strong arms, up against someone warm and being kissed like never before. She raised her arms and put them around Remus's neck, taking in his warmth. In the back of her mind, something didn't feel quite right, but she wanted to forget about everything. As she pulled away, the cold air seemed to freeze her lips. her breath rose in steamy spirals as she looked towards Remus in the dark. He took her hand and they walked along the edge of the forest.