This chapter was written under the influence of Vanilija by Maja Keuc. It's in Serbian, and from the translations I can find, the English version, No One, isn't about the same thing at all. Or, it is, but it's the opposite. IDK how to explain, but they're not translations of each other. Anywho, onto the story.

Jenny fidgeted awkwardly with the strap on her book bag. She had full function of her arm, officially, but psychologically, she didn't think she ought to, and Madam Pomfrey told her this was normal. Apparently, so was taking twice as long to do normal tasks, if they involved use of her previously injured arm, but it was only supposed to last a week, at most. As if Jenny had patience to go through this for a whole week. She barely survived the last five days. Now, Tien and Jenny were going over plans for their annual study strategies. Or, they would be, if Jenny could summon the presence of mind to open her book bag.

"Oi, Avery," said Sirius, dropping himself onto the arm of her armchair, "haven't you figured out how to use that bloody arm of yours yet?"

She simply stuck her tongue out at him, but he sighed, being the gentleman he always was, and leaned across her body to grab the bag from her and open it, taking everything out of it and setting it carefully on the table beside her.

"Better, darling?" he said condescendingly, patting her on the head and setting the bag back down.

"Mmm," she said, sniffing him deeply and frowning. He laughed as she did.

"What are you doing, Jenny?" he said playfully, poking.

"Something smells like… vanilla…" she muttered, "and I think it's you."

Tien looked up at him abruptly. There was one girl who notoriously wore vanilla perfume, a girl who had sworn up and down that Sirius wouldn't seduce her… and that girl was Anna. Even though for a moment Jenny wanted to kill Anna for the tears that were forming in Sirius's eyes, she smelled a hint of cinnamon in the vanilla. Anna hated cinnamon, but Jenny knew someone else who didn't…

She whipped out her wand and held in at Sirius's throat. He yelped in surprise and tumbled backward off the arm chair.

"And cinnamon!" she shrieked. "Why the hell are you snogging my sister?"

"What?" said Tien, eyes wide, probably thinking of Celia, poor thing.

"Y-your sister?" he said with a gulp, inching back toward the wall as others in the common room stopped what they were doing to watch the Sirius and Jenny show.

"Oh, yes," she growled lowly. "You know, about my height, perfect little pureblood beauty, wants your money so badly she'd marry you and kill you for it… the one who threatened me before propositioning you on the train? You know, Megan? The little fourteen-year-old I warned you about?"

That gulp against her wand was all the damning evidence she needed. Forgetting her wand, she used her left hand to smack him hard across the face. To a lot of people who didn't know them well enough might have though she was angry he was taking her sister's honor, but their friends knew better. She was sticking up for Tien.

"Whatever happened to, 'Don't worry, I don't plan on it, Jenny.' I told you not to and you did it anyway. Do you realize she could try to trap you into marrying her now? I made you promise me…"

"We're just kids!" he howled, still squashed against the wall. "She couldn't possibly!"

"Ah, so you did snog her," hissed Jenny into his ear. "Did you shag her as well? Am I going to have to console a sobbing Tien for weeks now, just like the last time you had such an obvious conquest?"

He looked ashamed of himself as his eyes darted over to Tien. Good.

"We didn't," he muttered. "I'm sorry, Jenny. Please, let me go apologize."

"No," she hissed. "She thought you had been with Anna when I said I smelled vanilla." He groaned. "But let me tell you something, Sirius, even if you were dating Anna, if you asked Tien to your bed, she'd go. That girl is crazy about you."

He blinked. Crazy boy was actually considering it. She slapped him again and the smirk that had been forming around his lips fell instantly.

"Now go fix it, you loser," she breathed in his ear. "Go make your profuse apologies, and stay away from my sister, for the sake of everybody's health and well-being, all right?"

"Of course, JV, darling," he said obediently, forcing her wand arm down so he could kiss her on the cheek before pushing past her to whisper his ardent apologies in Tien's ear and begging to make it up to her. Of course that didn't look odd to the common room full of people, who were used to Tien and Sirius publicly flirting.

Jenny left them to it with a sigh, collapsing on the couch beside Remus, who gave her a curious look.

"Never ones for discretion, were you?" he said dryly, a glimmer of amusement in his eyes.

"Can't you see it, Remus?" she sighed. "Can't you see how perfect they are for each other?"

"Yes, I think everyone can see it but them," he muttered leaning in closer. She could feel his eyes on her as she watched Sirius continue to whisper in Tien's ear. He wasn't looking at them at all.

"They're just too stubborn to admit that they're meant to be together," she breathed, trying to ignore how close Remus's face was to hers as he grunted in response.

"Oi, Moony!" called James from the boys' staircase. "I need your help with something."

Was that a disappointed sigh? Remus muttered a swift goodbye and went off to help the ever annoying James Potter with whatever probably could have waited and Jenny was left sitting alone on the couch watching Tien and Sirius flirting, wondering what might have happened if Remus had had just a little longer next to her on the couch.

"Remus really, really likes you, you know," said Lily softly but smugly as she filled the seat Remus had just been in. "I'm surprised he hasn't made a move yet."

"It wouldn't work, Lily," she muttered, wondering how much Lily knew about Remus.

"Are you talking about your family, or his furry little problem, Jen?"

"My father would kill him, and probably me right after him, as an example to Celia," whispered Jenny, thinking over all the times her father or brother had hit her and told her it was all as an example to her dear, sweet baby sister.

"Oh, quit being so melodramatic or I'll mistake you for Anna," said Lily with a snort. "There wouldn't be any death involved, and I doubt they'd disown you either. He's a perfectly sweet boy."

But Lily didn't understand, and Jenny didn't have the heart to explain. She had never had the heart to tell Lily what all her scars were from. Lily just assumed she got them from being a klutz, or from being friends with the Marauders. It certainly was a hazardous existence in and of itself, without all of the family junk piled on top. Jenny just shook her head and took off for her bed. Only she ended up, instead, in the Marauders' dormitory, and Remus frowned up at her. She froze, terrified. What would she say to him?

"Jenny?" he said. "Did you need something?"

Her first instinct was to say yes, but the truth was, she didn't need anything. But somewhere inside her, she wanted to kiss him so badly that it felt something like a need, on the level of the need to be healed. It wasn't usually necessary, but she wanted it so badly it felt like a need. Where was all this coming from? She had denied herself of such frivolous things so long… It was Sirius putting ideas in her head, to be sure.

"N-nothing," she said, meeting his eyes as he took a few steps toward her. Her heart was racing.

"Oh," he said, looking confused. "Did you want something?"

She bit down hard on her lip to keep herself from saying yes, or anything else stupid like that. If she didn't get out of that room soon, she was going to find herself begging for him, and that just wouldn't do at all.

"Jenny?" he said softly.

He was now right in front of her… his lips were just there, begging to be kissed… Curse Sirius and his incessant meddling in her personal affairs.

"Remus," she said, almost like a sigh, and she could have hit herself when she realized she had done it. His eyes widened slightly as his hand slowly moved toward her cheek, shaking violently the whole way. She swallowed hard.

Jenny had never been kissed before. She wondered vaguely how it would feel, but as his hot breath hit her cheek, all thoughts vanished. She simply ached to touch him, to reach out with any part of her and have contact with any part of him. Then, just as his lips ghosted over hers, James's owl screeched indignantly and they two jumped apart sharply.

Without thinking, Jenny's fingers flew up to her mouth, where his had just hovered. It had felt wonderful, which was exactly what she had been afraid of. She was sure her own eyes echoed the fear she could see in his. She had to get out of there.

"Jenny," he said, his voice shaking.

"No, Remus," she said. "No, we can't… I mean, I… Remus that was… Oh, Merlin, I need to get out of here!"

"Jenny, wait!"

But she was already streaking from the room, running to her own bed, where she collapsed, ignoring the greetings of Lily, Anna, and Mary. Marlene was in the shower and Dorcas must still be in the common room doing homework. That girl took twice as long to do every assignment. Lily frowned at Jenny.

"What's wrong? Where did you go? What happened?"

"Nothing," Jenny gasped.

"Nothing?" said Anny, frowning skeptically. "Darling, you're practically hyperventilating. And you're cheeks are remarkably flush. Were you snogging?"

"No!" she squeaked indignantly, sitting up and glaring at them all as if they had just accused her of joining the Death Eaters. Anna's hands flew up in a self-defacing way and she then crossed her arms, looking as though she was trying to diagnose Jenny.

"Have a run-in with a Marauder?" said Mary knowingly.

"Um, something like that," she muttered, wishing Marlene would fall in the shower or the common room would explode so they would have something else to focus on.

"Was it that toerag Potter?" growled Lily. "If he's been bothering you I'll have a little talk with Remus about–"

But she must have paled at Remus's name, and Anna must have seen, because she cried, "Aha! Remus!"

"Ah," said Mary slyly. "Has Jenny been making a move on all their stolen looks and awkwardness? Nothing to be ashamed of, Jenners, he's not as beautiful as Sirius or as socially desirable as James, but he's certainly cute, and he's got that whole, quiet academic and tortured soul image going on that's got incredible potential."

"I'm not making moves!" Jenny shrieked. "Who said I was making moves? Nothing happened!"

"If nothing happened," said Anna casually, "why did you run in here like you were on fire?"

"Oh, Jen," said Lily, clicking disappointedly at Jenny. "You didn't leave that boy standing somewhere confused and upset mid-conversation?"

"There was no conversation!" Jenny hissed. "And I wish there wasn't one right now because I don't, under any circumstance, want to talk about it with anybody ever again!"

And, just her luck, Tien poked her head in and said, "Sirius wants to talk with you. He got curious when you rushed out of the boy's staircase and ran up here, and then Remus ran after you and looked incredibly distraught and slammed his fist on the wall so hard he broke two bones in his hand."

All the girls looked at Jenny and blinked in what Jenny was sure was unison.

"But I didn't even do anything," she moaned. "I take it Remus is off at the hospital wing?"

"Yeah," said Tien, leading Jenny back down to the common room. "Lucky for him Madam Pomfrey doesn't ever ask too many questions. I imagine if he had to tell her that he punched a wall she wouldn't buy it."

"No, I reckon you're right," she sighed, looking up at Sirius's expectant face. "Well, hello, Sirius."

"C'mon, Jenny, we're talking alone," he said in a tight voice, as if he was about to scold her for doing something awful. She followed him back up to the scene of the crime with a resigned sigh, waving goodbye to Tien as if she was being led off to her death. As soon as he closed the door behind him he turned back to her with a disappointed look on his face. "What the hell, Jen?"

"What do you want from me, Sirius?" she sighed, falling back onto the first bed she came to and noticing that it smelled deliciously like Remus… she sat back up abruptly.

"What happened?"

"And what makes you think you deserve to just know?"

"What is this, a game of questions?" he growled.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" she said with a smirk.

"Jenny, cut it out."

"Statement!" she cried with a grin, but her face fell when she saw the disappointed look in his eyes.

"Cut the crap, Jeneva," he hissed. "Tell me what happened. I'd really love to know what went on that made Remus try to put his hand through a stone wall. You know Remus, right? Mr. Calm-and-Collected? Yeah, hand through a bloody stone wall. Talk."

"He… we… maybe… kissing may have been i-involved… and then I realized that I was being absolutely stupid and I left."

"Kissing?" said Sirius with a little smirk. "Mmm-mmm, JV, have you been making moves?"

She shrieked furiously, which caused his smirk to vanish and be replaced by a shocked expression.

"Why does everybody keep saying that?" she cried, tears of frustration rolling down her cheeks. "Nothing even happened. It wasn't even a real kiss, it was more of an almost-kiss, and I left before we could say anything or do anything we'd regret or be punished for later and you and I wouldn't even be having this asinine conversation right now if he wasn't stupid enough to punch a bloody stone wall over absolutely nothing!"

Sirius frowned down at her, probably trying to decide how to deal with her obviously distraught condition. After a moment's consideration, he dug around in his trunk, pulled out a mostly-full bottle of firewhisky, and sat down beside her, taking a swig, handing her the bottle, and wrapping his arm around her waist protectively.

"Let it out, sweetheart," he cooed, resting his head on her head. "I know you have your reasons, and he does too, but this is absolutely killing you two. You're two of my best friends and it pains me to see you guys suffering like this. Couldn't you just relieve a little of the sexual tension building between the two of you at the very least? I mean, after a proper snog maybe you two can go on with your frigid ignoring of your desires, but this just isn't healthy, love."

Jenny shook her head and sighed, "It felt so good, Sirius, to have him hovering so close to me. It felt right. I've never wanted anything so badly and yet there's never been anything so wrong for me to want. I think my family would far prefer if you and I settled down with a thing after all these years of rebellion."

He snorted.

"Yeah, they would, wouldn't they?" He sighed deeply. "Honestly, JV, I'm incredibly jealous of that feeling you just described. I've kissed a lot of girls and even my fair share of women, but I've never felt that."

"Maybe you're looking in the wrong places," Jenny said with a smirk, thinking of his flirting with Tien. How could he not see the perfect girl right in front of him?

"If that was some sort of suggestion for us shagging, I'm going to have to decline, my darling," he teased. "After all, what would dear Remus think if I shagged his unrequited love?"

"I'm not sure if 'unrequited' can be used in quite that sense, dear," she said, taking another swig from the firewhisky bottle and realizing it was half gone. "Where did all the alcohol go?" she mused, shaking the bottle as if expecting it to be a trick of the light.

"I believe we drank it, my dearest," he hissed, tickling her side like he knew she hated. She squirmed, swatting him playfully before falling back against the bed again. Big mistake.

"Ugh, Sirius, it smells like him. He smells divine. I just want to eat him up."

"Too much information, dear," he gagged, downing a few more gulps of firewhisky. "Why don't you tell him, though? I'm sure he'd be thrilled to hear it."

"You know perfectly well I can't do that," snorted Jenny. "And anyway, maybe it's better this way. I feel bad about his hand, though."

They sat in near silence, finishing the bottle of firewhisky and occasionally reminiscing from their youth, or making random outbursts about what they had taken to calling "The Remus Problem" about the time the alcohol ran out. That brought along "The Alcohol Problem, or Lack Thereof". Just as Sirius began expounding on the points of interest in this latest problem, the door to the dormitory opened and Remus was standing there, looking at them as if trying to ascertain exactly what had happened in his absence.

"Remus!" said Jenny nervously. "I thought it was just a broken hand, what took so long?"

"I took a walk to clear my head," he said coldly. "You shouldn't be in here, Jeneva. Girls aren't allowed in boys' dormitories. I would hate to have to take points away. And I suppose I ought to give you detention for the alcohol as well. I don't think I should have to go as far as reporting the underage drinking to the headmaster, but don't let it happen again."

Jenny felt as though she had just been slapped. He had called her by her first name, rained down punishments on things she knew he didn't really care about, and threatened to turn her in for her illegal behavior. What's more, he was talking to her as if she was just some second-year he caught smuggling love potions or something, as though she was just a discipline issue and not someone he had known and cared about for five years, and certainly not someone he had almost kissed.

He may as well have slapped her. It might have stung less.

"Moony, the alcohol's mine, you know that," said Sirius with a confused frown. "Don't give her detention."

"Fine!" shouted Remus. "But get her off my bed!"

And that was it. Remus, the calm-and-collected; Remus, the ever-logical-never-emotional-drama-free one; Remus had just raised his voice… not at her, exactly, but he was so angry he couldn't even direct his anger straight at her. He hated her.

There was no point in even trying to stop or hide the tears as she ran out of his dormitory for the second time that night, feeling, if possible, so much worse than the first time. She collapsed on her bed, ignored all her friends, and cried herself to sleep. She felt like the absolute worst person in the entire world.