~Remus~

"Yeah, he really likes me," I thought, picking at the grass by the Black Lake. "A lot Lils."

I sighed and placed my book down; there was no way I was going to be able to focus on it.

I guess all those "glances" were meant for James. I shouldn't of been so Naive! My mouth drooped lower as I watched the ripped grass float in the lake. I wish I was grass. Then I wouldn't have so many problems. No grasswolves exist.

"Lily, eh?"

I jumped and nearly dunked my foot in the water. "Jesus, Padfoot! Give me a heart attack why don't you!"

"So?" he continued, not to be distracted. "Lily?"

"James, eh?" I simply replied, forcing myself to look him in the eye.

"We were just wrestling. And what's this I hear about you hugging Lily all over the place now"

"Sure, wrestling," I scoffed. "And that was just that one time. She was helping me... with a problem."

"Isn't that what I'm here for though?" Sirius asked while taking a sea next to me. "I mean, I turn into a dog for you, I think I can stand talking."

"Not that kind of problem." I ran my fingers through the pages of my book, a nervous tick of mine.

"Oh, girl troubles? I'm good at that too! I mean, I've dated most of the ones from our year..."

"Not quite," I chuckled, "But thanks anyways."

"Well..." he trailed off. Our knees touched as we watched the water. "Why Lily?" he blurted a few minutes later. I think I preferred the silence.

"We went over this Padfoot, I'm not dating her."

"No, why ask her? Why go to her with a problem? We are your best friends for a reason."

I smiled. "Of course you are! I just figure you've got enough of my problems to deal with." That wasn't the real reason, but true all the same. With me being a werewolf, they have enough to worry about.

"Maybe I want more of them."

I snorted. "Yeah, sure. More problems; great!" You'd really love this particular one.

"Well?" he asked, searching my eyes.

I bit my lip and stared at the ground. I ran my fingers through the grass and drew swirls in the dirt. "It's just something I can't... talk about with you," I replied honestly.

"I see."

"I'm sorry, Padfoot."

He stood up and brushed the grass off his robes. "Later then?" And without a word, he stalked back to the castle.

"Later then," I said to myself.