Story: Why Don't You & I

Author: theherbflower

Chapter Four: Wonderwall

Playlist: Why don't you & I ~ Santana feat Chad Kroger of Nickleback. Sing~ MCR Sound Off~ Trapt Say you'll haunt me~ Stone Sour

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Authors Note: This chapter is lovingly dedicated to Lily-Evans-James-Potter and all of m other reviewers who review :) hint hint. Yes i'm a writer and as such have an ego. lol. without further ado, chapter four entitled!

Wonderwall...

My eyes flicked open at the sound of voices resonating around me. There was a searing pain on my side and my head was fogged up with haze, what happened? The room was dark around me, with only a lone candle spreading golden warm sunlight throughout the space I was residing in. I looked towards where the voices were coming from and seen James, Uncle Al, Sirius, and Dorcas Meadows all taking in hushed voices trying to not wake me. My eyelids rolled back and I seen darkness once more as I tried to collect my memories of the night before and the situation I was in. I took a couple of deep breaths to steady my panic that was slowly starting to consume me. Just breathe Gwen, just breathe. What happened? I repeated the thought in my mind, where am I? The only thing coming to mind was… Peter? But why would I be thinking about Peter? Kind of random. I shook my head weakly, feeling that my body had been stripped of all the strength it had. But what caused it? I remember being held captive at the Ackles Estate with Black who looked really pale and handsome in the candlelight.

Wait. I stopped my track of thinking, did I just think Black handsome? What the hell was wrong with me? I remember kissing him? What the hell! And then we were moving and I was in pain, a lot of pain and I was sweating from the stab wound. Wait? I had a stab wound? Of course I had a stab wound, that's why my side is on freaking fire. Then I remember opening my eyes and seeing Peter staring at me with horror struck eyes in death eater robes? Ok maybe I was just going nuts on that fact. I could have been hallucinating or dreaming or anything! There was no way in hell or heaven or what the fuck ever existed that I seen one of the Marauders dressed in the long black hooded robes of Voldemort's minions. There was in simple, no fucking possible way that that is what I seen. I was just hallucinating over the fever or something. I mean come on, that couldn't be the case could it? I flipped my eyes back open with vigor this time, I wanted answers.

"Black." I barked out with a very weak sounding voice that had to be two octaves lower than usual. "Black." I repeated trying and failing to sit up.

"Gwen don't move." Black told me sharply crossing over to me. "You might reopen the wound."

"What the bloody fucking hell happened?" I demanded of him letting my head fall back into the mountain of pillows behind me. "And I need to sit up. Its important."

"I don't think that's such a good idea Gwen." Dorcas told me coming to stand on the right side of me opposite Sirius. "I don't know what the dagger was laced with, there is poison running your system and if the wound gets reopened or infected in anyway you could die. I think it's a good idea to take you to St. Mungo's but Sirius and Mad-eye think its best for me to treat you here at headquarters. But I am not exactly sure how to. I'm going to check some old books I've got lying around my study at home."

"Alright." I sighed. "Now what happened?" I asked Black with a leveled glance.

"Well just as we were running towards the door to get the hell out of that shit hole Moody and the rest of the members of the order he'd rounded up showed up. We got out of there quickly and came strait to headquarters where Dorcas did a diagnostic on you to decipher what was the ailment. Unfortunately she didn't know so she stitched you up and put you to rest with a few fever reducing potions."

"Did you see anything when we were leaving?" I asked softly. "Because I swear I seen the weirdest thing, though I could have been hallucinating."

"What?" Uncle Al barked at me. "What did you see?"

"I would really like to talk to Dumbledore about that." I told him with the message of 'I don't want to say anything in public' running though my eyes. "I might have just been imagining things."

"Alright." Uncle Al barked again at me. "I've got to get home to take care of the sick dog you brought home."

I smiled with a blush at this.

"Aww come on Uncle Al, he was dying." I gave him pouty lips. "I couldn't just leave him."

"Yeah well you'll owe me for this once your healed up." he rolled his eyes before stepping over next to my head. He leaned down and gave me a kiss on the forehead before turning and leaving the room.

"Did I or did I not just see Mad-eye kiss someone?" James asked from the foot of the bed where he was standing. "Am I going crazy?"

I laughed at him.

"No." Sirius supplied his best friend with a grin. "And if you were to ever mention it Moody'd have you head."

"Of course." James smirked plopping down next to my feet. "Lily's worried about you. I'm going to go and tell her you've woken up and that your ok for the moment." he smiled patting my leg comfortingly. "I'm glad your ok and I'll be back to check on everything in the morning." he said standing up and leaving the room.

"I'm going to go and check those books." Dorcas told me with a smile. "Sirius remember to apply the lotion every three hours." she told Black with another smile. "And please for the love of Merlin don't try to move and reopen the wound."

"Alright Dorcas." Sirius replied to her with a grin. "I'll make sure she doesn't do anything."

"Good." The tall older woman told us with a beam. "I'll see you in the morning." and with that she like Uncle Al, and James, left the room.

"You know." Black turned to me with that grin still etched into his pale handsome face. Wait? Again with this Black is handsome crap? Shit I'm done for. "I'm almost positive that Moody and Dorcas have a thing. I heard them whispering earlier when I came to check on you, they were talking about some planned date for Friday night at some muggle pub."

"Are you being serious?" I asked him with a raised eyebrow.

"Of course I'm serious silly." He smirked at his really old and over used pun. "And Dorcas blushed when Moody brushed hair out of her face."

"No way!" I chirped again trying to sit up only to be shoved back down by Black who rolled his eyes at me. "Really?"

"Yes really. And please stop trying to get up, I'm not fond of the thought of death. Its rather a moot point where I'm concerned, and if your gone then who do I have to argue with?"

"I'm sure you can find someone else who hates you equally enough to argue with you on a rather constant and consistent basis." I smirked. "Do uncle Al, he's so lonely. I'm glad he's busting out of that shell he's got built up around him."

"Very true. As long as I've known Moody he doesn't date, snog or." he stopped at my incredulous stare. "Talk to girls in a flirty manner?"

"I cant believe you were just about to talk and even think about my Uncles sex life Black." I shook my head. "Men. Always the same thing every time."

"What's that supposed to mean?" he demanded sitting down on the bed next to me.

"That the only thing revolving around the male brain is bloody sex. I mean it cant be all its cracked up to be! Sharing bodily fluids to reproduce I can see, but to be obsessed with it constantly and without abandon is just sick."

"And you don't know so you cant add your two sense in." he told me with a smirk. "Come back and talk to Uncle Paddy when you've crossed that threshold Gwendolyn darling."

"Shut up." I shoved him with my left arm, not that there was a whole lot of force in doing so as I was still weaker than hell. "You're a git. Tell anyone you know that information and I'll have my Uncle mount you balls on his fucking mantle." I snarled at him.

"Will do my dear, darling, dainty, delicate, sweet sweet Gwendolyn."

"I really hate you you damn ponce!" I glowered at him. "Always being an idiot."

"And always without fail and without a doubt, calling you by your full name." he smirked. "Now." he scooted back on the bed opposite me to sit with his back resting on the large headboard behind me. "Tell Uncle Paddy what you think you seen at the estate."

"I'd rather not." I told him before closing my eyes and leaning back into the head board of the bed. "I want to talk to Dumbledore first."

"Oh come on! It cant be that bad." he told me. "What or who did you see?"

I couldn't tell him, because I know how he'd react. He'd laugh and tell me I was crazy that there was no way that one of his best friends would be death eater. And I believed him. But the growing pit in my stomach telling me not to dismiss the idea was large than my wanting to dismiss it as a hallucination brought out due to the fact I was poisoned, near passing out, and in pain. It just seemed wrong, it couldn't be right. It wasn't. I was so sure of it. Right? So then why do I even consider the possibility? Its true Peter has been odd lately, barely showing up for Order meetings or when we all hit a pub and hang out on Friday nights. He's always claiming he's got family dinners or his Mum is sick. And come to think of it, he always wears long sleeved robes and shirts. It was in the middle of summer! Maybe I did see him, maybe he was the spy everyone has been trying to weed out. But why him? Why would he turn his back on the Marauders? They were like brothers practically, never hiding a secret from each other. I banged my head on the head board and sighed.

"I just need to tell Dumbledore first." I told him opening my eyes and looking over at him. "I think that I've got an idea of who the spy might be." I whispered to him in case anyone, meaning Peter Pettigrew transformed into his rodent form funny enough, he's a rat. Doesn't that strike anyone as odd… "But I'm not sure. And I don't want to make accusations without being completely sure.

"Wait." he narrowed my eyes. "Is it someone that I know?"

"Well obviously you dope! It has to be someone in the Order doesn't it?" I shook my head at him. "It would make no sense otherwise."

"Is It someone close to us? Is that why you wont say the name?"

"Maybe." I told him firmly. "I cant tell you Black, so please stop asking."

"Oh come on! I'm your partner!"

"I know. And I trust you. But I don't trust how you'd react."

"And you can predict how I react?"

"You are forgetting that we spend most of every damned day together, if you don't think I don't know you by now your crazy. We've been Auror's together for over four years."

"Are you sure you seen what you think you seen?"

"No." I paused. "But part of me wants to dismiss it. I don't want it to be what I seen, I want it to be a hallucination. I don't want to believe that someone I care about could be capable of working for that monster to bring out our down fall."

"Someone you care about?" he narrowed his eyes. "If I promise to you that I wont do anything or say anything until you talk to Dumbledore will you tell me?"

I sighed. He would not take this easily.

"You cant talk to this person Sirius. If I'm right both our lives could be at stake."

"More than they already are?" he chuckled. "Gwen we fight dark wizards every day, our lives are already on the line."

"Just promise me that you wont approach them until after I talk to Dumbledore?" I pleaded with watery eyes. "I care about this person, they're one of my friends. I don't want to believe they're the one betraying us all."

"Alright. I promise." he told me slinging an arm around my shoulders. "I wont freak out."

"Yes you will." I told him leaning my head into his shoulder. "So please just brace yourself."

"Its not one of the Marauders is it?" he asked with a funny look in his eyes. "Is that why you think that I'm going to fly off the handle?"

"Sirius lets be honest with yourself, you do tend to fly off of the handle a lot."

"Just tell me who you seen Gwen. I'll stay calm. I kind of think I know the name that will come out of your mouth already. I've been having suspicions about people."

"I seen Peter Pettigrew come out of a room down the hallway when we were leaving with the death eater robes, a skull mask in his hand, and a horror struck look in his eyes."

He didn't say anything. He didn't laugh. He didn't go berserk like I figured he would. He just sat there with a blank look on his face.

"Are you sure?" he asked after a few minutes of silence. He looked down at me and into my eyes deeply. "Are you positive?"

"Yes." I whispered back. "But I don't want to be."

"Alright then, we will talk to Dumbledore in the morning."

"I'm sorry." I sighed looking over at the mantle where a warm fire was crackling in the hearth below it. "I'm so sorry."

"Don't be. I've been seeing him contact know death eaters. He told me it was for Dumbledore but I always had this feeling in the pit of my gut that he was lying. You just confirmed what I already knew. But I'll tell you this," he paused still staring me strait in the eye. It was weird, like he was reading me like a book. "If your right, and if I'm right. I'm going to be the one who drags that bastard kicking and screaming to Azkaban."

"One less threat." I whispered feeling my eyes water. "I hope we're wrong Sirius."

"Me too Gwen. But somehow I don't think we are." he told me before wiping a tear from my cheek. "Now go to sleep, we'll go to Dumbledore in the morning."

..sc..en..e..ch...

Sunlight was dripping over me comfortingly and warm. I smiled and snuggled into the body next to me, everything felt wonderful. With glee I opened my eyes up to take in the sight of the person next to me only to find the grin wiped off of my face. Next to me, sleeping soundly, was Gwendolyn Ackles. I shook my head and sighed. This couldn't be happening to me, I thought I'd crushed my feelings for her years ago. I had my arms wrapped around her shoulders and she had her head resting on my chest. We must of fell asleep like this after our discussion last night. But the weirdest thing was, it felt right. It felt natural. Normal even. I can just imagine waking up like this for the rest of my life with her right next to me, her long flowing blond hair draped around her like an angel. She was almost to beautiful to behold, I reached out and brushed a strand of hair out of her face. So beautiful, so peaceful and serene. I didn't want to wake her, it was almost a shame, like stumbling across a unicorn in its sleep only to wake it. The unicorn would run away and you'd never be able to behold its magnificence again. But we had things to do, and fish, more like a rat, to fry.

"Gwen." I whispered in her ear. "Gwendolyn…" I prodded in a sing song voice. "Wake up."

"No." I heard her mumble with a growl. "I am way to god damned comfy to get up."

"But we have to!"

"Well I don't want to!" she told me in a child like voice. "You know what Black?" she asked snuggling her head into my chest. "You make for a truly great pillow."

I laughed at her, of al the things I thought would come out of her mouth at this situation, that was not one of them.

"I am told that." I smirked. "But really, we need to get up. We have a meeting with Moody in an hour and we still have to go to Dumbledore."

"Oh yeah." she sighed. "For a minute there I'd forgotten." a dark look passed over her face as at the same time her eyes began to get watery once more. She really was upset about this, about the possibility of Wormtail being a death eater. I wish it weren't true, but I've got the feeling that no matter what either of us wish, it is true and it always will be.

"I know." I told her with a sigh. "But we have a duty to find out if it is. And I'm hungry."

"You are always hungry."

"True. Does your side still hurt?"

"Of course. I don't know how I'm exactly supposed to walk 'round like this." she mumbled fiddling with a stray thread hanging off of the blanket covering us. "Its going to be a challenge."

"True. But for the love of the world we must!" I chirped dramatically. "We must forge our way though the thick arms of darkness, pain, and suffering to bring light unto the world."

"Dramatic baboon."

"Cranky old elf!"

"Are you calling me short?"

"And if I am?"

We both stared at each other before bursting into laughter. I smiled watching the ceiling above us. It was at this moment that the bedroom door banged open and in walked a rather irritated and harassed Moody who rolled his eyes at us and tossed a bag onto the bed at our feet.

"Get up and get dressed." Moody barked at us. "Is the wound healed?"

"No." Gwen sighed. "It feels like hell."

"Think you can manage with it?"

"Yeah." she sighed sitting up slowly with a pained look on her face. "With some help I can manage."

"Good. Rolf Ackles was asking around the offices for you yesterday. I informed him that you were having a day off and that you'd be back at work today."

"What did the bastard want?" Gwen growled at her Uncle. "To torment me more I expect."

"Didn't say. Only told me that you were expected in his office at eleven thirty five." Moody told her with a sympathetic look in his eyes. "I'm really sorry. I want you to stay here and rest up, but that wouldn't be a good idea especially since we now have him down as a confirmed death eater. He is still a higher ranking official and I have to obey his orders."

"Alright." Gwen sighed swinging her feet over the edge of the bed. "We'll be ready in ten."

"Remember, constant vigilance!" and with that he left the room with his usual limp.

"Well today just got a whole fucking crap load better." she growled standing up and whimpering. "Fucking shit!"

"Take it easy." I told her jumping up out of bed and standing next to her in the event should she fall. "Do you need help dressing?"

"I am pretty sure I'll be able to dress my damn self. Thank you though for your consideration." again she growled holding her side. "You should go and get cleaned up yourself."

"Alright." I nodded at her before picking up the bag Moody had left at our feet to discover that it was a bag of clean clothes for her. I pulled out the top garment and smirked dangling the rather sexy pink laced knickers with bunnies on them around. "Ooh look at this new treasure!"

She just glared at me and ripped the pair of knickers from my grasps and shoving them behind her.

"I would thank you not to touch my things." she told me with a glower.

"Alright." I smirked at her before picking up the next piece of clothing in the bag and admiring it. It was a bra with unicorns and stars on it. I started to laugh gaily at the bra in my hands, she sure did have some weird fashion sense. Bunny knickers and Unicorn bras…

"Stop looking at my clothing!" she burst at me ripping the piece out of my hand for a second time. "Go away."

"Sure sure." I grinned standing up. "If you need help give a holler!"

And with that I left the room for her to dress.

..scene…change..

Authors Note: Bwahaha! Filler chapter with lots of fun stuff eh? What should happen? Should Peter have heard that oh so rather important conversation? Should he not have? What would happen if that little stab wound got infected again? What if dear Gweny died? What if our loving charming Sirius did? Hmmn. Stay tuned for yet another episode of Why Don't You & I in one weeks time…

-thf