The second chapter of Weeping Moon that I'm doing with Andraste Straton - this may be a bit confusing because every other chapter it is flipping between the now and the memories - But I'll make sure I write what it is in it. Review if you wanna ;)

The scene at the window now has a picture to go with it (it's not amazing, but I enjoyed making it :P) - the link's on my profile

This is a memory :D

I sat on the ledge of the alcove window, staring into my knees. Sunlight glittered through the glass and onto my moist tear-drenched face. The bell calling second period rang. No one had even noticed I was gone. I bit my lip and squeezed my right leg closer towards me, attempting to hold back the tears and ultimately failing. Why did I have to be like this? Why did I have to have feelings for him? Why wouldn't he just open his eyes and smell the roses he'd been standing in front of for quite some while now? I shuddered. If anybody found me like this, they'd think I was pathetic. They'd think I wasn't worth being alive. And worse of all, if they'd found out this was all over a man I wouldn't be able to leave my room for the rest of my life.

Time ticked slowly by. I'd spent the whole of Potions in this spot, weeping to myself – another hour or so wouldn't kill me. I glanced at my watch through watery eyes. It would be 15 minutes into Defence against the Dark Arts. I couldn't go now. Not in this state; not at this time. I breathed a deep breath and raked through that horrible conversation over and over and over in my mind. I didn't see the point in trying to hold the tears back anymore – no prince in shining armour was going to come and save me from my grief. I was the rough one; the one that could handle whatever the world threw at him; the one that no one wanted; the one that no one had ever loved and probably ever would.

The door to the Gryffindor common room burst open. I instantaneously looked up. Remus stood in the doorway, panting, sweat beads dribbling down his pale skin. He leant against the door post and breathed a breath of relief.

"Why..." he wheezed "Why did you hide here all this time? I... I was so worried. I looked everywhere for you."

I stared at him blankly, the tears still rolling down my cheeks. I was glad someone had noticed, so glad. But I'd wanted it to be him, to be James.

"Why are you here?" I yelled "Why did you come? I never asked you to!"

He paced towards the window and sat next to me.

"Go away! Don't look at me!" I continued.

He just giggled and smiled at me. "Something's wrong – I want to help."

I stared out of the window at the early September around me. "You're missing Defence against the Dark Arts."

"I know. I wanted to come." He paused "This is about Lily and James, isn't it?"

I closed my eyes and mumbled "H-how...?"

He looked to his feet, his smile fading. "You'd have to be an idiot not to notice."

"Is it seriously that noticeable?" I squealed.

He grinned bearing his pearly white teeth and made an awful pun about my name. I head butted him lightly like we would always do, but didn't draw back. His eyes shone their radiant blue and smiled into mine. They drew me in like a new gravity. I wanted to see all of them, every crater on their moon like surface. I leaned forward, his hair glowing golden in the sunlight.

"It really doesn't matter what you are." I mumbled partially to myself, partially to him.

He closed his eyes and kissed me. It was warmer, sweeter than I could have ever imagined. I knew that I loved James more than he would ever know, but Mooney's soft trembling lips were addictive. I wanted more of them. I wanted to know my way around them like I knew the back of my hand. What's more, for long enough to notice, I forgot about my "perfect" James.

Without warning, he froze and pulled back, like something had struck him right in the head. Tears welled up in his eyes. I felt terrible that I would make him feel that way; that I could be left broken hearted twice in one day. He raised himself up and began to leave. Without thinking, I grabbed his wrist. His expression was unsettled. I wanted to call him and say that I was sorry, but the words got caught in my throat. He yanked his arm away and stormed out. I was left alone again.

I pondered over what I should do for a while. I hurt. I didn't want to leave it at that. If he'd gone anywhere it would have been the Shrieking Shack – That was my best bet.

From the inside of the house, I could hear his quiet sobs. The floorboards groaned under my weight as I walked towards where he lay huddled, beside himself with fits of tears.

"Mooney... Mooney, I'm sorry – Sorry that I let that happen; sorry that I didn't notice earlier. But if it's any consolation, I don't regret the kiss; I just figured that if I were to be with you now, I'd feel you were some kind of rebound of how I feel about James. You mean too much for that." I waited, but he said nothing in reply. I sighed "I'll be going now then."

A loud bellow of "No!" shook the house.

"Sirius Black, don't even think about leaving! I watched you for over 4 years, knowing that there could be something beautiful between us. But no, you wanted the "oh so prefect James". Too damned perfect to even think about being like you, like me. And I'm always there for you and yet whenever Wonder Boy even bats an eyelash, you're right there beside him. I'm not a toy that you can just play with, Sirius. I'm different in your eyes because I'm not a perfect pure blood, I'm not human. You can take your family's backwards beliefs and shove them up your pompous arse!"

After crudely muttering "Well I have something I'd like to shove up your arse too...", I continued being serious. "Remus, you are human, just like me, just like James, just like everyone else in this school. You're perfect just the way you are. I'm the one who isn't."

He laughed sarcastically. "You have every girl in school after you with your high grades, good looks, strong personality and you're trying to tell me you're not perfect?"

"Yeah, girls, and we both know that it's not girls that I'm after." I grinned.