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Chapter 7: Staplegunned;

“You guys are official?” I asked.

“Yeah,” Lily said, nodding proudly.

I grinned. “Nice work,” I said. Alec Fenwick was cute. That’s the only way to describe it. Cute. Darker hair, bright blue eyes. He was just adorable.

“Happy Friday the 13th,” Hestia said, sitting down.

Lily smiled. “It’s good to hear some muggle superstitions in the morning,” she said.

“Hey love,” Sirius said, squeezing into a spot across from me.

“Morning,” I said happily.

“So darling, what is it that you have planned for me tomorrow?” I asked.

Valentine’s Day was tomorrow. I was actually really excited.

“Uh, Cara…” he said, looking at me guiltily.

“You forgot?”

“No, no I would never. Its just, well,” he darted his eyes back and forth, and caught my eyes when no one was paying attention, “full moon.”

Saturday night, the night of Valentine’s Day, meaning at around six he would have to go out there, because the moon rose earlier in the winter, meaning he would be nervous and trying to sleep all day so he wouldn’t be too tired later.

Great. Valentine’s Day, the most romantic night of the whole year, and my boyfriend decides he wants to run around and try to get killed all night. Yeah Cara, he’s a keeper.

I sighed. “Have fun,” I said.

“I’m sorry,” he said sincerely.

“Its fine, what am I supposed to ask you to do? Not go?”

“True Are you sure your okay with it?”

“Sirius. Drop it, I’m fine,” I said, smiling. He really does care.

The bell rang. “TO CLASS!” Emmeline explained, jumping from her seat and pointing out of the Great Hall.

And so, Friday the 13th began.

* * *

“I hate this,” I muttered as I put my hair up and grabbed my wand.

I was going to be the good person I was, and spend Valentine’s Day in its entirety with four boys. Yeah, last night had been pretty rough.

Did anyone know? Nope. The girls thought they were in detention all day and I was studying. I felt bad lying but my boyfriend was out cold.

They were all beat up pretty bad, it really makes me paranoid when it’s a full moon and they all go out, I know they all risked their lives, more so James and Sirius because they really bear the brunt of Remus, Peter was more there for help but he did get stepped on a lot, and once Remus tried to eat him.

It was six in the morning. The sun was just climbing into the sky, but the moon was gone, meaning the boys were back.

For every other girl full moons are romantic, snog opportunities. To me, they are torture.

I entered the Hospital Wing quietly, books tucked under my arm, just in case no one woke up to keep me company.

My stomach tightened when I saw them. Remus had a huge gash starting on his neck and traveling down his shoulder, and then was covered by his blanket. Sirius’s hair was matted with what looked like blood and sweat, and he was breathing funny, which worried me most.

James looked fine, but a lot paler then he should be, and Pete had a huge bruise on his face.

I swallowed heavily; I had sat here with them before. Too many times before.

I opened my book and started to read, but ended up rereading the same paragraph over and over. I was worried more then I ever am. Mostly about Sirius. His ragged, labored breathing scared me.

Madame Pomfrey didn’t know the boys transformed, but she knew they were probably up late worried so she would let them stay with Remus the next day usually, and James is so good with spells he could usually fix most injuries the boys had himself.

The sun had climbed higher into the Sunday morning sky, and I was guessing every normal human was going to breakfast. I had a special little stack of cold pancakes and toast that I had only taken little bites of thus far.

I finished the book I was reading, went down for lunch, started a new one, and by about four o’clock the first sign of life was shown.


“Afternoon Remus,” I said, grinning. He tried to turn his head, but let out a long groan of pain.

“Rough night?”

“You think?” he retorted, massaging his temples as he attempted to reposition himself.

I walked over and helped him move, the poor guy gets so sore and exhausted. They all do. But they really are a loyal bunch, who else has friends that would do this for them?

“Love?” Sirius asked groggily as he opened his eyes.

“How are you feeling?” I asked gently as I brushed his damp hair out of his eyes.

“Like I just fought a werewolf,” he said, rubbing his eyes.

I kissed his cheek lightly and stroked his hair.

“Get some more sleep baby,” I murmured as he nodded.

Slowly, both boys lulled themselves back into a slumber.

I left again for dinner, came back to fine Peter, James, and Sirius struggling to stay awake.

“Come on boys, you guys should get to your own dorms,” I said, motioning them out. It was a tad suspicuous that they had been sleeping and in the Hospital Wing the entire day.

I walked with them all the way up to the Tower, holding Sirius’s hand even if he was too tired to appreciate it.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, love,” he said softly as he kissed my cheek before going upstairs to bed.

Even if I spent my actual day worrying and the day after watching, I wouldn’t have traded that moment for anything.

* * *

“But I have something to show you!”

His tone was happy, like a little boy’s. I was giggly and excited, Sirius’s hands were over my eyes and he was leading me somewhere. We were outside; the cold breeze had confirmed that.

“Okay,” he said, removing his hands from my eyes.

A pretty blanket was set up, with levitating candles and picnic basket and romantic music was playing out of nowhere. The stars were really bright and closer then usual, and it was beautiful outside.

I stepped onto the blanket and suddenly it was warm. Ah, clever spellwork.

“It’s amazing,” I said, sitting down.

“Only for you,” he said, grinning.

I kissed him; actually, I kissed him for quite a while.

“Champagne?” he asked elegantly.


He poured me some; I didn’t bother asking where he had gotten the alcohol. I leant my head on his shoulder as we looked up at the sky, a breeze ruffling the grass around us but not touching us at all.

“Please don’t ever leave me, you’re the perfect girl for me,” he said, putting his arm around me.

“Please don’t ever leave me, you’re the perfect guy for me,” I said back, leaning my head on his shoulder comfortably.

The cutest Valentine’s Day ever.

And I wanted to tell him I loved him, badly.

Suddenly, the words that I had said to everyone but him seemed unspeakable. Trepidation hung in the pit of my stomach the whole night, for it had been dwelling inside of me.


Why couldn’t I just say it?

What was is so scary about saying those three words?

Actually, what isn’t?

It was in the lobby when I set my sights on you
Shoulda kissed you in the elevator
But I was too scared to
It was in the morning when I made up my mind
I want you staple-gunned right to my side all of the time
Do I have to spell it out to you?
Or scream it in your face?
Oh, the chemistry between us could destroy this place
Do I have to spell it out for you?
Or whisper in your ear?
Oh, just stop right there,
I think that we’ve got something here.
Staplegunned; the Spill Canvas

A/N- I really didn't like this chapter. It was boring and stupid loll, that was mature. No really though, I guess I just like the later chapters more, the next one is one of my favorites, the next one is controversial (well I hope not but ... eh....) and the one after that, ten, is almost done so the more people who read the more I'll update, cause I won't update if I don't feel that enough people have read the previous chapter, which I think I've said before...

BTW. Listen to Staplegunned. Now. =]

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