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She's In Love With The Rat by Kira

Format: Novel
Chapters: 23
Word Count: 86,809

Rating: 15+
Warnings: Mild Language, Mild Violence, Substance Use or Abuse

Genres: Drama, Humor, Romance
Characters: Lupin, Snape, Sirius, Lily, James, Pettigrew, Voldemort, OC
Pairings: Other Pairing

First Published: 11/14/2006
Last Chapter: 07/02/2007
Last Updated: 04/22/2013


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Katie Potter is the seventeen year old, never been kissed, sister of James Potter and she is certain that she is in love with Sirius Black. However, fate’s winding road leads her, instead, into the arms of the last person she ever expected; a person who would make her life extraordinary at one moment... and then tear it to shreds. And he spends some of his time as a rat...

Chapter 7: Kissing Peter (For Real)

Sorry this chapter took a little longer to get up. I had a little writer’s block so tell me if this chapter sucks. I hope you enjoy! Thanks for reading as usual and leave a review if you have some time.

Chapter Seven

Kissing Peter (For Real)

I do not believe in love at first sight. I find the whole concept extremely shallow. When someone claims to fall in love with someone on sight they are only taking in the person’s outside appearance. Beauty is found within.

Do not judge a book by it’s cover. We are taught that at a very young age but we have no idea at that time that it applies to people rather than books.

We are also taught that falling in love at first sight is romantic; something that we should pray and hope for. To me claiming to fall in love at first sight is the most unromantic thing in the world. It means to me that a person has been judged and rated by their outward appearance instead of by the wonders they hold inside.

Her name is Valarie. She and Peter hang on each other all the time. I can’t be in the same room with them and not feel like gagging. They both seem to be head over heels for each other. So fast. This all seemed to happen so fast. They came together so fast. He asked her to the dance so fast. Is it love at first sight? I tell myself that the concept doesn’t exist. This is hard for me. And I don’t know why.


I am the worst kind of person. I think Peter said it best. He called me a walking contradiction. That is exactly what I am. Well not exactly. I would call myself a walking stupid contradiction at best. I cannot believe that I did what I did. I can’t believe that I said what I said. I talked to Valarie. That’s what I did. But what I said is probably one of the dumbest things I have ever managed to accomplish.

Valarie is a Gryffindor so she caught up with me after Herbology. Apparently I had left one of my better quills on the dirty table we had been working on and she wanted to return it to me. Valarie is a tall girl. She towers over me easily and is rather pretty. She has naturally long eyelashes and big, full lips. The one thing I noticed about her was her hands. She has the longest fingers I have ever seen. One of her hands was probably bigger than both of mine combined. I watched her long fingers clutching my grey feathered quill with the brown spots and watched them as she handed it to me.

“Thanks,” I muttered hurriedly turning away; wanting to get away from her as quickly as possible.

“Wait!” she called after me. Crap. When someone shouts wait and you are less than six feet away you cannot pull of the “I didn’t hear you” trick and keep walking. I turned to face her just as a few snowflakes started to tumble down from the heavens.

“I need to ask you something Katie,” she said, twisting those large hands in agitation. “It’s about Peter.”

“I really don’t think I would be able to help you in that area,” I answered, once again trying to pull the plug on the conversation. Why? I do not know. I have nothing against this girl. Valarie blinked snowflakes away from her lashes.

“I need to know if something is true,” she continued as a lump rose in my throat. That lump where you know that something uncomfortable is coming and that you are not going to deal with it well.

“What do you need to know?” I asked, even though I knew very well what.

“I heard something about you two, and Peter claimed that it wasn’t true. But for some reason I need to hear it from you. I heard that you two were kissing by the lake.”

I should have said it wasn’t true. I should have laughed and said that it was nothing but an annoying rumor that for some reason was still surviving.

“I’m sorry you had to hear about that,” was what I said. This answer really held no indication if the kiss happened or didn’t happen. It gave me some delicious pleasure to see her perplexed look.

“But did it happen?” Valarie tried again.

“Why does it matter?” I asked. “If it did, it occurred before you and Peter were together.”

Now she was getting mad.

“Just tell me the truth,” she said in a darker tone, moving closer to me.

I do not remember deciding to say this but before I knew it I had leaned forward and stared right in her eyes.

“It happened ok? Deal with it!” Then I stalked away.

I didn’t hit me until I reached the front doors of Hogwarts…what I had just done. I felt cold and ashamed. I told Peter’s girlfriend that we had kissed when we hadn’t! Oh god. What possessed me to do such a thing? I still disgust myself.


The school plunged into a sour mood at the beginning of December. Slytherin was winning the house cup and was ahead for Quidditch. Lily and James had their first fight which somehow seemed to affect the whole school as one. I was avoiding Peter at all costs. I was utterly humiliated and the last thing I wanted was to meet him face to face. He and Valarie were still together so my apparent loss of mind didn’t cripple their relationship in any way permanently.

Peter tried to catch up with me nearly every day and somehow I managed to stay away from him. I would duck behind people, eat at times when I knew he had classes, and spent a lot of time in the common room.

One night I was sitting polishing up a potions essay when a frazzled looking second year appeared in front of me.

“Peter’s outside and wants me to let him in but I told him no because he’s a Gryffindor. Then he said he knew you and needed to speak with you. Should I let him in?”

She said this all without taking any noticeable breaths.

“I wouldn’t,” I replied. “This common room is for Hufflepuffs only and I think it should stay that way.” The second year nodded.

“I understand. I wouldn’t want to talk to him either if I was in your position,” she said, in a sympathetic voice.

“What position am I in exactly?” I asked, leaving a nasty ink blot on my essay.

“Well,” the second year continued carefully. “I think it would be hard to talk to a guy I liked when he is involved with someone else.”

“I DO NOT like Peter,” I said in a horrified look. “That is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.” She gave me a “sure” look and walked away leaving me alone with my thoughts and my potions homework. I couldn’t decide which was more confusing.


My task of avoiding Peter was even more difficult because if you avoid one of the Marauders you avoid all of them. I didn’t want to talk to Remus or stare at Sirius just because I was scared that Peter was going to show up and shove all my faults in my face. However, one day when I noticed Remus studying in the library and decided to try my luck.

I flopped into the chair next to him. He didn’t look up at me but started to speak.

“You know, Peter has been looking for you.”

“No, I didn’t notice,” I answered sarcastically, running my hands through my hair.

“He talks about you all the time,” Remus continued, still never looking me in the eye. “I think he misses you.”

“I’m embarrassed Remus,” I answered, throwing my hands up in the air. “Do you think I wanted things to turn out this way?”

“I don’t know,” he said wistfully. “Did you? Did you say that stuff to Valarie because you have feelings for Peter?”

“Remus, come on that’s the most…” I started.

He cut me off.

“Ridiculous thing you’ve ever heard? No I don’t think so. I think you said the things you said because you like Peter and you can’t stand to see him with Valarie.”

He slammed his book and left the library. I overcame my shock and chased after him.

“Remus!” I shrieked and stopped him on the stairs. I jumped in front of him.

“I don’t know what feelings your deluded brain has created, but they don’t exist!” I screamed into his face. Remus’ face was caught somewhere between a smile and a frown. But his eyes, they seemed to see right through me.

I knew he knew. He could tell. He knew how I felt.

“You won’t tell him will you?” I asked weakly. Remus shook his head and then suddenly lifted me by my armpits and placed me on the higher step behind me. My feet sunk into the trick step up to my ankles.

“You can tell him,” he said smirking. “I just have to find him.” He hopped over the trick step and left me standing there in the step in shock.

I cursed out loud and yelled after Remus from the step I was so good at hopping over. I could no longer see either of my shoes. I started to tug and pull in desperation but I it wouldn’t budge. Tears that I had been holding back sprung into my eyes as I thought of the wretchedness of the situation. Stuck in a stupid step. Waiting to have my eyes clawed out by Peter. A prison of humiliation. There was no one to be seen and I was too scared of seeing Peter to scream for help.

I was just thinking this as I heard someone come up behind me.

I didn’t even try to turn my head. I knew who it was.

Peter hopped the trick step and stood in front of me with his arms folded.

“Having some trouble?” he asked.

“No,” I snapped. “This is exactly what I wanted to happen.” My ability to find my voice so quickly shocked me.

“You really have no reason to be snippy with me Ms. Potter,” Peter said in a hollow voice. “But I have every right to be upset with you.” He made no motion to help me out of the step.

I suppose I knew this was coming. I had been avoiding him for a good week.

“Don’t make me feel bad about this,” I muttered in a defeated sort of way.

“No I’m gonna!” Peter shot back. “You lectured me about how bad it was to let people think we snogged by the lake, but now you tell Valarie that it happened?” Why would you do this to me? Do you know how hard it has been to convince her that nothing is going on between us?”

“Well it seems like your relationship is just brimming with trust,” I answered in a fake sweet voice.

“Don’t change the subject! Why did you tell her that the rumor was true?!”

“I don’t know!” I exploded back. “I guess I was sad!”


“Yes, Peter, I was sad,” I said numbly. “You being in a relationship just reminds me that I’m not. I’m not even close to getting together with someone. I’m jealous. And I know that’s dumb. But that’s the truth.”

I took a deep breath. I hadn’t been taking in air through this whole little speech.

At that moment he reached forwards and put his hands on my waist.

“What are you doing?” I whispered, surprised.

“Helping you out of the step,” he murmured gently. I could feel the heat from his body against mine.

Similar to the way Remus put me into the step, Peter hoisted me up out of the step and placed me on the one next to him. When I was free I gave Peter a small smile.

“Thanks.” Peter sighed and looked at me in concerned way.

“I am the last person you should be jealous of,” he whispered. We still hadn’t moved apart.

“I never said I was jealous of you,” I whispered back. Peter looked confused so I summoned all my courage before adding, “I’m jealous of Valarie.”


I leaned in closer.

“Because she gets you.” Tears were on the verge of springing to my eyes but I told them not to show themselves. Oh, the lump was back in my throat.

“Wait,” Peter said. “You like me? What about Sirius? I can’t be better than him.”

“You are to me. It’s you. That’s all that I know. I’ve been scared of it, I’ve tried to hide it but it’s finally out. I like you. And I’m sorry that Remus trapped me in this step and that I had to tell you this. I know you like Valarie and that things are going really well for you.”

I stopped talking then and started to walk away from Peter in a daze. I couldn’t look at his confused eyes anymore. I couldn’t…I walked away down the corridor not taking in anything around me. I didn’t know what I had expected to happen when I had told him my feelings. I didn’t even know how I felt about my feelings. What have I done?

The next thing I knew, Peter had caught up with me and touched my arm.

“Leave me alone Peter, I already apologized,” I gasped, pulling my arm away. “What else do you want me to…”

I was cut off by Peter’s lips connecting with mine.

Note the date: December 9th
Note the time: 1:43
Note the occasion: Katie Potter gets her first kiss at age 17.

I was surprised by the kiss. Time didn’t stop. I was aware that Peter and I were not the only people in the world. Fancy lights didn’t go off. Music didn’t play in the background.

It was just me and Peter, kissing in a Hogwarts corridor.

And I liked it.