I slowly, and rather hesitantly, manage to shut the door quietly before turning around, letting my eyes adjust to the light. Blimey, it's dark in here. ... Well, except for the light that's coming from someone's, well, Remus' , wand from behind the curtains of his bed.

I don't know why, but I have this abso-bloody-lutely wretched feeling that's eating away at my core. Oh, for Merlin's sake, Lizzie- get a hold of yourself! He wrote you a note confessing his undying love for you in your journal! There isn't anything to be afraid of.

... Right?

Crossing the room, I pull back the curtains and am met by the sight of a somewhat upset looking Remus. I look over my shoulder quickly, having heard a movement, but I suppose it was just one of the blokes rolling over, and then I, rather ungracefully, climb up onto Remus' bed and yank the curtains closed. I sit cross-legged opposite him and stare back at him.

Honestly, he couldn't be anymore handsome than he is now. But I might just be a little biased...

"Elizabeth," he says in a hushed tone, giving me a look that clearly says that I shouldn't be in their dormitory at this ungodly hour.

"Remus, I-," I don't finish, though, as there's mumbling. I poke my head out from behind the curtains to find Sirius halfway off of his bed, his body falling out from behind his curtains. Yep, he's most definitely asleep. I turn my attention back to Remus.

"Remus, I needed to tell you..."

"Do we really have to discuss this tonight?"

Is it just my poor vision, or is Remus turning a bit pink in the cheeks?

"Yes, we do. Anyway, as I was trying to tell you..." I take a deep breath and look to my lap, wringing my hands.

"Remus, I... I love you, too."

After a time, I hear Remus exhale. I still can't bring myself to look up from my lap. Why am I so nervous? Never, in all the years I've known Remus, have I been nervous or apprehensive around him. What has come over me?

"I don't want to hear that you feel that way," Remus breathes. At that, I can't help but look up into his eyes. What the bloody hell was he going on about? He didn't want to hear that I felt the same? That I loved him, despite the fact that he was dangerous? ... What is wrong with this boy?

As if reading my thoughts, he continues. "It's wrong, it's not safe. I'm dangerous, Elizabeth, please understand that."

"Do you really think that matters to me? Remus, I just told you I feel the same, and you're telling me not to? Why are you being like this? Why should I adjust how I feel just because you have a 'furry little problem'?!" I hiss.

I'm shocked at my own words. But, to be completely honest about the whole thing, this certainly was not what I had expected. If things had played out like they had in my head, we'd be milking the snogging cow for all it was worth again. But, no. Remus has to be difficult.

He's such a wanker, a complete twat. He's full of rubbish, he's barking mad, and all that lot.

"Lizzie," he starts. I fix my most Slytherin-esque Glare of Death on him. Though I doubt it was nearly as menacing as it could've been, given the poor lighting being emitted from Remus' wand.

"What?" I have a right to be upset, don't I?

"I can't promise you anything that you deserve... You know that."

"What do I deserve then, O Wise One?"

"You deserve," he pauses thoughtfully before continuing. "You deserve to be incandescently happy."

I sigh, leaning in closer. I study, really study, his eyes. For a moment, I'm completely caught off guard. I don't know why, but, as aforementioned, he truly is incredibly handsome. Even as exhausted and disheveled as he looks now.

"Remus, I am incandescently happy. You make me incandescently happy!"

I'm not sure why, but Remus looks incredibly baffled. "What?"

"You make me incandescently happy," I repeat.

He doesn't say anything. Shocker. "Remus, I mean it. I do love you, and you make me happy. You go along with my silly, ludicrous ideas... You... You help me with essays, and projects, and other pointless things the professors assign us to do. You... Erm," I struggle to think of the many other things he does for me.

"For Merlin's sake, Remus, you started coming to Quidditch games for me. Do you have an idea how happy that made me? You set aside your dislike of a stupid sport for me! What more could I possibly want, or expect? What more could I possibly deserve?!"

Remus' lips are suddenly pressing against mine, and I find myself eagerly responding by climbing into his lap and wrapping my arms around his neck. Maybe one of my hands found their way into his sandy hair, maybe.

Some time later, we lay in his bed, my head resting against his shoulder.

"Remus?"

"Mmmm?"

"So... Does this mean...? ... Are we...?"

"If you want, then yes."

I smile, tightening my hold around his waist and burying my face against his neck. "Nothing would make me happier."

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7.01, Great Hall, Gryffindor Table, With the Marauders, Next to Remus

Well, journal dearest, you aren't going to believe it. I, Elizabeth Reynolds, officially have a boyfriend. A real boyfriend. Bet you want to know who that boyfriend is? Of course you do! That boyfriend is none other than the most wonderful Mr. Remus Lupin. Who is currently sitting next to me, shoveling porridge into his mouth as if he's never eaten anything in his life.

7.03

The most brilliant part of this whole thing is the fact that neither James, nor Sirius, nor Petesy-Wheatsy have a clue.

7.04

You know, I really am full of incandescence and fluffiness. Remus makes me happy. This whole time I think I've just been wandering around, bloody clueless to the world around me, but this changes everything.

7.05

I'd write my mum... But that'd probably turn out hellish. For me. And Remus.

7.07

Oh, bugger, James is giving me a strange look.

7.08

He wants me to give him my clip-cloppers. Pfft. Apparently he needs them right this very moment. And I'm being required to follow him back up to Gryffindor Tower...

7.12, En Route to Gryffindor Tower, Following James

Tweedle dee. Why are we stopping?

What's going on between you and Moony?

... What?

You heard me.

Actually, I read you.

Whatever the bloody hell you did, I don't care. What's going on between you and Remus?

Erm, nothing?

That's a crap excuse, Elizabeth.

So?

If you don't tell me, I'll destroy your clip-cloppers. I swear it.

Gasp! You wouldn't dare.

I would.

... Fine, then. Remus and I are together now.

Hahahaha. I knew it.

What? How could you know?

Well, firstly, Remus was incredibly chipper this morning. Secondly, he kept making eyes at you back there.

He was?

You didn't notice? Ah, at least you're still the same oblivious Lizzie that I treasure and love.

... James, ew.

I'm not allowed to love my cousin?

No.

Don't make me smother you with affection.

7.29, En Route to As-Far-Away-From-Jamiepoo-As-Possible

Basically, James is a wanker. Oh well, I'm still happy. And my clip-cloppers are safe. Honestly, I can't believe it's finally happened. After all this time...

7.42, En Route to Double Potions with Remus

Well, Remus is truly amazing. He's be chivalrous and whatnot, making sure I get to class safe and sound.

7.43

Nothing could ruin this for me. And, I must say, I think this might just warrant a round of "Fetchez La Vache: The Song."

7.45

Perhaps Slughorn will delight us with a performance of it today in class.

7.46

I can't almost guarantee he will.

7.47, Potions, Sitting Next to Remus

Because I'll force him to, since I'm basically unstoppable in the mood I'm currently in.

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Well, there you have it. Our favorite pair is finally together. I hope you all liked this chapter, seeing as I rewrote it about ten times before settling on this version. As always, the wonderful Jo Rowling created the fabulous realm of Harry Potter-ness. Special shout-out to twilight's-red-moon, who supplied the Twilight quote in this chapter. Whoever can find it gets a cookie, and another cookie to the person who spots the Pride and Prejudice movie quote. As always, review, review, review!!!! I'll try to update again soon. Yours.