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The turns weren't daily, but rather weekly. I did insist that I could handle myself once a month, so I didn't need protection on the night of the full moon. When Draco got home, I informed him of the situation, as it was only fair. I didn't tell him it was because I didn't want to be alone with him.
He didn't look happy, but all he did at first was ask "So who's first?"
I told him. I'd put James first, as out of all the Marauders, I felt most comfortable with him. It was strange, really. I'd never taken too much of an interest in him in the book, but here, we really had a sibling-type relationship I'd never had before (I had two siblings, but the youngest was a decade older and both moved to Melbourne when I was only three years old). In the books, I'd always paid the utmost attention to Sirius and Remus, reading Prisoner of Azkaban and Order of The Phoenix over and over. I still liked them here, but my relationship with them was completely different. I'd always had that little crush on Sirius. But I knew what he was like at this age, and no matter how much he set my face on fire with anything he said (although, like I said, he didn't try to so much now), I was determined not to take him seriously – no pun intended. It didn't help that I was getting to like him more and more.
Ditto Remus. I'd never had any kind of crush on him in the books, but I'd always loved him in a platonic way. Here, he just seemed like the perfect boy. I was starting to think of him as crush material, the same way with Sirius. But I knew that in each case, I'd either get pretended ignorance of my crush (Remus) or getting burned like dozens of girls before me (Sirius). And on top of all that, I STILL had a boyfriend.
Okay, that was when I realized what I'd been doing. I'd just gotten myself involved with five fictional characters, and I was way in over my head. It was awesome, in a way, even before the Marauders came. It was amazing to have Draco living with me – someone to talk to, someone to hug me when I was down, someone to go out with – just someone. And then the Marauders came and Draco got jealous. He turned into a possessive pushed-to-the-limits boy, and I couldn't stand that. Things were still fun, of course. I had James and Sirius to be teased by and to have fun with (they often brought out the childish side of me), Remus to talk to (being the only one I could hold an intelligent and sizeable conversation with), and Peter to finally get to know and include. But, in a way, I should never have tried to get close to any of these people. If that hadn't happened, Draco might have been able to stay on that fence where he had that light that kept him from being completely heartless, but too dark to be able to stop himself being bluntly cruel and mocking. That would be better than this possessiveness that was pushing him to the limits in which he'd even use an Unforgivable on me. And if I'd never gotten so close to the Marauders, maybe he wouldn't have reacted this way, either.
Anyway, this week it was James' turn to share my room with me and Draco, and it seemed to work out. I put one of the four mattresses in my room for him. Draco still stubbornly insisted on sharing my bed with me, but he lay next to me stiffly, not even touching me. When I woke up the next morning, he was still more than a few inches away from me.
I also woke up before any of the other boys, so I got a chance to see what James looked like asleep (Well, I had slept in the main room that one time, but I was way too tired to survey anyone then). Not seeing his hazel eyes meant he was nearly unrecognizable from his future son, except that he didn't have a scar. He looked kind of cute, actually. He had a peaceful half-smile, so different to his energetic expression whenever he was awake.
I slipped out of bed, trying not to wake anyone, wondering what the others looked like asleep. I discovered that Sirius, even unconscious, had that "I'm-irresistible-to-girls" smirk on his face. Maybe he was dreaming about it, or something. Peter looked younger than he really was, and very innocent. He snored a bit, but more quietly than I'd expect (On various school camps, I'd been kept awake by someone snoring). Maybe I was mistaking it for particularly heavy breathing.
Remus, like the others, looked very cute and innocent, but his expression wasn't as content. Yes, he had what could be considered a smile, but somehow, it wasn't as happy as the others. Maybe he was still recovering from the night before, although he looked pretty healthy, apart from the dark circles under his eyes.
As I was thinking, his eyes fluttered open, and on seeing me, he smiled.
"Hey." I whispered, my eyes flickering towards the others. They seemed dead to the world, luckily, so I decided to risk raising my voice to a normal volume.
"Morning." Remus returned my greeting.
"Did I wake you up?" I asked, apologetically. "I'm sorry, I was trying to be quiet..."
"I'm a very light sleeper." Remus explained. "It wasn't you, anyway."
At that moment, I remembered something from reading the books and countless fanfictions. The werewolf thing meant that Remus had heightened senses. Maybe it was me, and he was just too nice to say so, because I had no idea what else could've.
"You're the only one?" I questioned hopefully.
Remus confirmed it by nodding. "Although I'm not usually the first one up, except after one of their parties."
"I'm a light sleeper, too." I admitted. "I can sleep with noise, but if anything intrudes while I'm sleeping, I wake up."
It was nice to be able to talk to the most responsible person in the whole house without interruption. We continued to talk for a while, just about random things. I didn't know too much about the students at Hogwarts back in that era, so I asked about the other students. It was one of the most normal situations I'd found myself in since that first time Draco started talking in my head. Maybe I was talking to a character who wasn't real. But hey, if you got a chance to talk to a young Remus Lupin, would you take it? Because I would, damnit! And in this case, I chatted to Remus for quite some time, until the other boys woke up and interrupted us.
No, really, if I got the chance to talk to Remus, I would! And several other characters, too. Which character would you most like to talk to? Tell me in a REVIEW!