Chapter Fourteen

Okay, maybe I wouldn't mind to slightly corrupt you... but keep in mind that my definition of slightly might not be the same as yours.

Anyway... you are bound to know who I am or you know who I am? Or maybe you are pretending to know who I am? Don't get me wrong though, I am most certainly accepting the compliment. And you should not worry your little heart into cardiac arrest, I shall not cut my hair, much less leave it like James'. You should know, while we are in the subject, that his hair is alive and by no means is there any way in this world that there might be another human hair that looks like his.

I don't know if this is going to be good news or bad but.. two of my friends know exactly who you are and given their looks and constant laughter (I call it silent mockery) I'm guessing that a) you are someone they tease b) you are someone I've said would never date or c) you are too good to be true... which one would you classify yourself in? And please answer this question, I am very interested in knowing the answer to it. Btw... I like the supposedly bad weather...

No you do not need the list... and thirty years isn't really that much is it? And besides if you can tell me the difference between living together and being married, please do explain, and if your answer convinces me, I shall promise I will get married. I would love to see you wait thirty years for a guy... ha ha.

I am like any other guy and unlike any other guy. I am special. I am me. I have no idea where that came from...

Finding your best friends boyfriend attractive is just as interesting as trying to figure out who you are and in all honesty... it is not interesting (I think I might have contradicted myself, but that is also a change of heart) at all, its nerve-wracking... its a pain in the arse seeing all these people laughing at me... but I guess I should be used to it. And yes you should try to steal the guy (that would be a little more interesting) cause seriously I would think of nothing better than two girls in a cat fight (at least at the moment. ha.)

Anyway, I got to go now and hope to hear from you soon.

This couldn't be… I thought as I slowly folded the letter.

I wanted to look; I wanted to make sure that Remus was not looking towards my direction as I read the letter. No. that would make it to suspicious if he did.

But what if he did….? I wouldn't know if he did, would I?

I placed the letter back inside the book-bag and as I did, I quickly looked toward the direction where Crystal and Remus where occupying.

Crystal was nearest to me, while Remus was seated on the left side of her. The two, though obviously finished with their dinner, where quite engrossed in their conversation. I couldn't really see him, so I'm assuming that he couldn't see me while I read the letter.

Wait, why am I assuming that Remus is one of them?

Really, Isabelle; the letter said two people that only leaves one out.

"It is him." I muttered, taking the cup of pumpkin juice that just been refilled.

"Who's him?"

I quickly turned to my right; just in time to see Alice quietly making herself comfortable in the empty space beside me.

"No one," I answered, before taking a drink.

"You've been awfully alone lately; Crystal with her lover and you're all by yourself, sitting pitifully at the corner of the Hufflepuff table." I heard her say as she began serving herself some mashed potatoes into her plate.

I returned the cup back to the table before I cocked an eyebrow at her direction. "Keep mocking me; after all, it is the new thing."

She was either taken aback by my reply or it was the way I said it because she suddenly became quiet.

"I wasn't being serious, you know…"

"No?"

I chuckled, "Of course not, why would I be?"

She took a spoonful from her mashed potatoes and though she wasn't looking at me, I could tell there was a grin on her. "Better to be careful than not."

There was a minute or two of silence, mainly because Alice had begun eating her dinner; surprisingly, her plate consisted mostly of the potatoes than any other plate that's being offered.

"So, am I still pitifully lonely?"

"Yup."

"Should I find someone to just… hook up?" I asked, though not seriously.

"The school is full of free males, pick one out." she replied.

"Be someone like Crystal who spends the majority of her time with her love?"

"Why not?"

"You won't mind being the 'pitiful, lonely, one'?"

"Next question!"

"How about Sirius then?"

The spoon she was just stirring what was left of her potatoes suddenly stopped, as she cocked an eyebrow at my direction. "What about him?"

Alice was the only one that did not know about my "secret correspondence" So, I know it wouldn't be all that bad if I told her now, but I knew that it wouldn't be all that wise if I told her while having Remus only a couple of feet from where we were.

"What if I told you I was corresponding with him?"

This had certainly stopped her, but only to hear her lightly scoff at my question.

"There's a boxful of letters I have of our correspondence in my dorm."

She turned to me, her eyes still having that disbelieving glint in them yet so curious.

"Yeah, I know what you're thinking. Too hard to believe and whatnot." I added as I took hold of my cup, which I realized was now empty.

"How did that came to be?"

I couldn't help but let a smile show; I can still clearly remember how this all came to be.

"I see…" I heard her say.

"I might as well tell you…"

I told her how it came to be. How it all started with the scrap of poem I accidentally left behind a couple of months ago. It was an accidental beginning; something that I wasn't prepared on but that I gladly took up the task of continuing. Besides, he also contributed to this charade of sorts. So, it wasn't necessarily all my doing.

"You're not pulling my leg, are you?" she asked, pushing aside the plate she was eating from.

Oh yes, I've caught her attention.

"Why would I be making that up?" I asked, casually glancing toward the direction of Crystal and Remus.

"It just…" she started, "sounds very unlike you, but it is understandable that you're doing this through a letter and not by… person."

I scoffed at this.

"I didn't mean to offend you about it bu--"

I waved it away, "It's understandable."

"Does he know its you?"

…two of my friends know exactly who you are…

"No…"

"Ah, so you have the upper-ha--"

"Though two of his friends do." I interrupted with a sigh.

"Does Remus know?" She asked.

"More likely than not, though I'm somewhat sure that Peter doesn't… which doesn't help the situation."

"Well….at least he doesn't know."

I just gave her a weak smile, before taking a drink from the recently filled pumpkin juice.

"–the whole time she kept looking over to see if I noticed anything. I dunno why though, 'cause surely she must know I know it's her." I heard Remus say.

"Yeah, but then again, Sirius has her right in front of him and he still doesn't know who she is," replied James, followed by what I was sure was an eye roll. I decided to enter the dormitory at that precise moment as though I hadn't heard a thing.

"You heard us didn't you?" said James, crossing his arms and standing squarely in front of me.

So maybe I am not exactly stealth.

"So?" I asked him walking past him. "Is not as if I'm any closer to reading the name I must have stamped on my forehead."

"Come on mate, you really shouldn't act this stupid," said James sounding a tad bit frustrated.

I raised an eyebrow.

"Now, I know, you did not just transform into captain obvious," said Peter from his position on the bed scanning through a magazine.

"Nice one, Pete," said Remus chuckling. "Shut the pie hole."

"In my opinion, Remus," said Peter ignoring the request. "You should really stop hanging out with James so much, 'cause the arrogance is starting to rub off on you and you are supposed to be the wise one."

"Okay, I think enough has been said," I said before Remus could answer Peter. "Oh lord I can't wait for this to go back to normal and I stop being the voice of reason," I added.

"Definitely," said Remus and James in unison.

"Do you have the letter?" asked Peter.

"Yes," I answered. "But–"

"READ!" said three voices in unison.

That was really annoying I must say.

I'm not pretending. I do know who you are, or how could I possibly make the comment about your hair? Or the fact that rumors are going around, amongst us girls, that you're either dating Margaret Smith or are soon to be?

I glared at Peter as James and Remus attempted to control the urge to laugh.

"Have guys hit on you yet?" asked James with a determinedly straight face. "I mean with Pete interviewing them and all."

"All of them said they were straight, though," Peter kindly pointed out.

"Thanks for ruining the moment, Pete," replied James. "Proceed."

"What is this court?" The question was met with glares and protests.

Or is it just pure luck that I only guessed that you are who I said you are? I don't necessarily believe in luck, coincidences yes, but luck no. By the way, how come you haven't been dating anyone? I do know about your bet and all, but the dates shouldn't necessarily be with the girls your friends betted you on (Oh, that sounded very naughty). As I was saying, I'm pretty sure I know who you might be… unless my guess is way off from the base, which in either case won't necessarily be that bad (I think).

"Not one comment on my current dating life or I swear this is the end of the sharing thing we've got going on," I said, sneaking a death glare for better effects.

Yes, I do 'somewhat' consider it bad news that your friends 'might' know who I am. I'm taking a 'wild' guess that one of them has to be Remus and the other James, though I would be surprised to find out that it's Peter instead and not James. In either case, I find it a bit… disheartening.

"Would you hurry up, mate," said James suddenly. "I've got to meet someone in the Astronomy Tower and you know wha– actually, I don't think you remember what goes on up there."

The reaction to my scowl consisted of a lot of high-fives going around.

The options aren't all that flattering, except for the last one which would easily classify me as a Veela (which I'm obviously not). But, to answer to your question… I would have to say that I'm option "B" Though, I'm 'slightly' comforted because I'm pretty sure there is a percentage of girls you would not date, so that only means you still have a lot to work on to figure who I might be (and that is if you're still interested).

"At this point the only percentage there is, is the one where like a 0.5 of the girls want to date Sirius while the rest just point and laugh," said James chuckling.

"This coming from the guy that hooks up with everything that moves because the one girl he likes has very creative ways of turning him down."

"Ouch," said Remus quietly while Peter snorted.

Oh yes, there's a difference between being married and just living together, but I suppose it all comes down to how the two would like to live, correct? It is true, I won't be able to wait around for a guy that long.

"Then Sirius is most definitely not the guy for you," said Remus.

Out of curiosity… What's the reason for the animosity that you and your group have against Severus? Is there a secret history of some sort? Like… has he stolen your broomstick when you two where just kids? It's just something that I can't figure out.

"His name is Severus for starters, then we got that god awful last name Snape and he doesn't wash his underpants… are those reasons good enough for her? 'Cause I most definitely can come up with more, mate," said James. Peter laughed out loud and Remus, as always, decided not to comment.

I must end this, have some homework I must get started on.

"What are you gonna do now," asked Remus.

"I'm going to admit it's me," I replied shrugging.

"Are you sure you want to do that?" said James.

"Well, it is kind of obvious it's me," I said. "No point in lying anymore, is there?"

Remus considered this for a second. "True."

"I have no idea why you just took the time to consider that comment, mate," I said laughing a little. "Anyway, got to reply."

About thirty minutes later, two scrapped letters, and fifty walks around the dormitory, I went down to McGonagall's classroom and put the letter in its usual spot.

As I walked out of the room I spotted Melanie Holloway making her way up the steps to the Gryffindor Common Room and found myself being sucked into my old ways.

A/N: Sorry for the delay I had completely forgotten about something very important: College Applications. I wanted to shoot myself while filling them out but I got this huge relief after I sent them... I don't think I'd ever been so happy in my entire life 'cause I had to do a portfolio and I got writer's block, but I got through it and might even adapt that story into a fic ... so... hope you enjoyed this chapter and I hope to be back with a new one soon.. Review!