As Sirius buttoned up his black peacoat, he glanced up subtly seeing Remus lying on his bed, the curtains half drawn. As he pulled a hat over his shaggy black hair, he moved over to James. Nudging him with his elbow, he tilted his head toward Remus. "Oy, Moony! You aren't coming?" He looped his scarf around his neck.

"Hogsmeade?" The wolf sat up. "No. I'm not feeling too well. Professor Dumbledore needs a prefect for duty, anyways, so I volunteered."

Sirius sighed. Of course he should have expected Remus to bail today, considering James' date with Lily. It would have left the two of them alone aside from Peter, who was next to no company. He was aching on the inside, dying to spend time with Remus, but of course the boy wasn't letting it happen. Not that he should… Sirius certainly didn't deserve to be graced with his company when he had ruined their relationship.

After James, Sirius, and Peter all trooped downstairs to head out, Remus rolled out of bed. He tightened and straightened his tie then pulled on his robes. Sighing, he grabbed his prefect's badge and wand off his bedside table. He should be adjusting to these boring nights by himself now that he had no Sirius. Needed, he corrected himself. Now that he needed no Sirius.

He walked over to James' bed and opened his trunk at the end of his bed. After shuffling around spare socks, broken quills, and a multitude of other miscellaneous things littering his friend's trunk, he pulled out the Marauders' Map. "I solemnly swear I am up to no good," he murmured, touching his wand tip to the parchment. Ink bled across the paper, bringing the map to life. He searched for his friends, finding their footsteps leaving the castle. He let out a sigh of relief. He didn't want to see Sirius any more than necessary. "Mischief managed." He shoved the map back into the nether-regions of James' trunk and began his nightly walk.

"You table, Miss Evans," James smiled sweetly, pulling the chair out for the redhead to take a seat. There was already a vase of flowers sitting in the middle.

"To the most beautiful girl I know— Yours, James. That's sweet, Potter," she said sincerely. "Um… James. I suppose if we're going to be decent to each other I should start calling you James."

He smiled once more and nodded. "I would like that." Madam Rosmerta walked over to the table. "Hello, Rose," James said politely. Could we please see some menus? I don't know about Lily, but I don't think I've ever ordered food here before. It's always butterbeer," he chuckled.

"Certainly," she said, handing them each a menu. "I'll be back shortly." They both perused the menu taking in the multitudes of food that the Broomsticks actually offered and were quite shocked. After a few minutes, Rosmerta returned. "Have we decided?"

The pair nodded. "May I please have the steak and kidney pudding and a butterbeer?" Lily asked.

"And I'll take the Sheppard's pie and a butterbeer as well," James said.

"Right away," she said with a smile.

A few moments of silence passed; the two of them watched the hustle and bustle of the pub. An angry, elderly witch called for more fire whiskey at the bar, spilling what she had left in her cup on the goblin next to her. He muttered something rude and walked away moving passed a group of Slytherins. Malfoy's goons sat around a round table, looking slightly sullen without their ring leader.

James turned back to Lily. He watched as the candlelight flickered across her pale skin, highlighting all of her features and casting a beautiful shadow, making her look as flawless as a painting masterpiece.

"What are you looking at?" she asked him once she turned around.

A blush crept into his cheeks. "Well— I…. uh…"

She rolled her eyes and chuckled. "So, Po— erm, James. Tell me about—," but her didn't allow her to finish.

"Nope. I want to know about you. If you think about it, I'm the one that really wants to be on this date, so I should get to hear all about you. Your parents, your pets, you childhood, everything…"

So she began to explain.

At ten thirty that evening, Remus was well into his second duty patrol. Almost aimlessly, he was wandering around the seventh floor with his wand at the ready, prepared to put a stop to any mischief makers he might encounter. So far, he had come up empty handed.

For the first time all evening he thought he heard footsteps aside from his own. He paused and began to turn around. "EXPELLIARMUS!"

Remus' wand flew out of his hand and landed neatly into another's. "What the hell, Malfoy?" he demanded.

"Quite a mouth, Lupin. We'll have to fix that." Quickly, Lucius closed the distance between the two of them and pressed his wand tip to the wolf's throat.

Remus had no idea what he was getting at. He could feel himself violently shaking with anger as the blond led him into a room he had not previously noticed. "Malfoy, I'm a prefect! I swear to Merlin, I'll-," but Lucius cut him off.

"Shut up," he spat, shoving his wand more forcefully into the boy's neck. The room was very dimly lit, but in the poor lighting, Remus noted that it was very small and contained only a desk and a chair. He was shoved inside. Malfoy threw him to the floor and laughed as he whimpered. "I know something about you that gives me complete control over you," he sneered. Remus looked at him, horrified. "Yes. I know you're a werewolf."

The boy started stammering unintelligible babble; no words would actually leave his mouth.

"So how about I show you what you're going to do to stop me from telling the entire school." He grabbed Remus by the collar of his shirt and threw him over the desk. With a wave of his wand, he bound the wolf's hands to minimize his struggling and then flipped the hem of his robe over his head. He jerked the boy's pants and boxers down to his ankles.

"NOOO!" Remus exclaimed, feeling a lump growing in his throat. This couldn't be happening. He couldn't lose his virginity like this…

Another flick of his wand and the boy's mouth was gagged. Remus' sobbing was quite evident as he heard Lucius undo his zipper. The Slytherin pressed his entire weight unto the boy. He shoved himself into Remus without warning. The wolf screamed as Lucius thrusted into him repeatedly.

Remus sobbed as he closed his eyes, trying to pretend that this wasn't happening. His body screamed in pain. His insides withered in agony. He felt disgusting every time he heard Lucius grunt or groan until finally, he moaned one last time and came inside of Remus.

He pulled out, zipped his pants back up, and pulled Remus off the desk. "You tell anyone— one single soul— about this, and the entire school will know you're a filthy, disgusting, creature by morning." With that, he dropped Remus, allowing him to slump to the floor and flicked his wand, releasing the bindings and the removing the gag. And he was gone.

Sooo… I'm really sorry about this. I struggled so much (emotionally) to write this chapter, but I swear… things will start getting better! At some point… Anyways, please don't hate me. I love Rem as much as you guys do, and I hate me for doing this to him :/ Love from, Kurama