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A/N: So sorry for the huge wait! I got mono and then the summer was crazy and now I have two shows but I will try to update!

Chapter Eight: Things You Shouldn’t Do

Amy nervously waited for Remus outside their Arithmancy class the next morning. She just couldn’t keep still, her foot was tapping her hands were shaking and she was chewing at her lower lip so much she was sure it would bleed soon. Amy sighed when she saw him finally walking out.

“Hey can I talk to you?” She asked in a squeaky voice that was unlike her own.

It took a moment for Remus to register the sight before him. It was Amy in a state he had never seen her before. Her brown curly hair was disheveled, her face was pale and there were dark shadows underneath her usually energetic blue eyes. Quite frankly she looked a lot like him well after a full moon.

“Yeah come over here and we’ll sit.” Remus said directing her outside underneath an oak tree.

“W-What’s wrong?” He asked his brown eyes locking onto hers, truly concerned

Amy couldn’t have stopped herself if she tried and suddenly burst into tears. Remus surprised beyond belief instinctively wrapped his arms around her and let her cry into his blue shirt.

After completely humiliating herself by crying unstoppably for a few minutes she gathered the strength to talk.

“I’m sorry.” Were the first words to come streaming out of her mouth as she pulled away from his arms.

Remus’ features hardened in worry as he took all this in.

“It’s okay.” He said in calm soothing voice.

“I’m really sorry I’m not usually like this.” She apologized again.

“I know I know,” He reassured her once more,” now tell me what’s wrong?”

Amy bit down on her lip trying to stop the tears from falling but it was no use they streamed endlessly down her cheeks as she explained the whole situation to him. What had happened that night and Sirius’ sudden behavior, asking what she had down wrong and why she was being treated so cruelly.

Remus sighed heavily before answering reaching into his pant pocket and pulling out a white handkerchief and handing it to her. Amy took it gratefully and wiped her eyes.

“First off, you did nothing wrong so don’t blame yourself. It’s Sirius’ fault and his alone.” Remus explained slowly.

Amy nodded waiting for him to continue.

“He’s ignoring you simply put. You hurt his pride by refusing to sleep with him and he decided to ignore you. It’s a very cruel thing to do and as his friend I apologize. I really hate seeing you like this, I really do.” He answered honestly.

“W-Well what should I do?” Amy asked voice still sore and weak from crying.

Remus slowly smiled at her taking the handkerchief from her hands and wiping the tears she missed off her face.

“Ignore him. Don’t let him know that it bothers you. I also think he has a problem with you and I being friends. I don’t know why maybe because you and I seem to get along better and he’s jealous.”

“But that’s not our fault; you’re just a way nicer guy than he is.” Amy stated simply. Remus laughed. Amy liked his laugh, it took over his whole body and it sounded really happy like his whole heart was in it. It had to be one of the best laughs she had ever heard. Embarrassed at her thoughts, Amy ran a hand through her hair and smiled.

“Thank you.” She said before pulling him into a hug. She liked the way her arms fit around his broad shoulders. Again embarrassed at what she was thinking Amy released him.

“Oh it’s fine really. I’m just glad you trust me enough to come to me
with this.” Remus answered again honestly.

It was Amy’s turn to laugh. Her whole face lit up and she didn’t feel as bad she did a few minutes ago.

“You are really nice,” She smiled at him, before looking down at the ground,” God, I have to stop saying that. But it’s true. You have to be the nicest person I’ve ever met.”

Remus nervously scratched the back of his head.

“Well thank you. I’m glad to be that person.”

Amy bit down on her lip, still smiling trying to stop herself from calling
him nice again.

Remus furrowed his brow in thought for a few minutes before coming up
with a solution.

“You know what, why don’t you just hang around with me for the weekend. I mean it is Friday and we have Hogsmeade.” He offered.

Amy smiled broadly.

“Yeah, I’d like that. I’d like that a lot, I mean if it’s not too much trouble.”

He waved his hand through the air and Amy responded with another giggle. This time he was curious to know why.

“It’s just---it doesn’t fit. You’re sixteen you know not fifty.”

Remus laughed again shaking his head.

“Thank you for reminding me.”

Saturday came quickly and Amy tried inviting Lily but she wanted to get started on her essay for Muggle Studies (apparently 45 out of 50 on the last one was unacceptable and she wanted to improve). So Amy and Remus went together. Remus showed Amy his favorite bookstore.

It was a quaint little store that smelled of old books and parchment. Amy fell in love with it immediately. Even more so when she found out what an extensive Shakespeare section that had. Remus ended up having to practically pry her away from it. But he was secretly glad to see she loved literature as much as he did.
Amy left him in the poetry area to explore American fiction. She walked through slowly not wanting to miss a single book. Her heart leapt to her throat when she recognized a familiar black novel with a tree growing on the cover.

“Remus! Come over here, I wanna show you something.” Amy squealed
unable to contain her excitement.

“What? What is it?” He asked quickly in response to her excitement.

“Look! Look at what it is!” The novel shook in her unsteady hands as
she handed it to him. Remus tried not to smile too much but her happiness was contagious.

“To Kill a Mockingbird,” He read aloud looking down first at the novel and then the look of joy on her face,” by Harper Lee.”
Remus looked the novel over for a moment before handing it back to her. He scratched the back of his head and simply looked at her.

“Are you freaking kidding me? You seriously have never heard of this book.” Amy asked incredulously staring at him eyes wide.

“I-I’m sorry.” He said apologetically.
Amy just stared at him like he was crazy. It wasn’t the first time he had gotten one of these looks but never from her.

“Scout? Atticus? None of that ring a bell? Oh my God!” Amy exclaimed looking up at the heavens well more like the ceiling of the little bookstore.

Remus laughed at her dramatic abilities. Amy swatted him on the arm in response. He jumped back a little clutching his arm.

“Don’t be rude! God and I have a very good relationship. He’s just as probably mystified as I am.” Amy replied defensively.

Remus stepped back some more with his hands up.

“Oh, I’m sure you and God get along really well.”

“There you go again! You are so rude! I do declare!” Amy said swatting him in the arm again.

Remus just grinned at her. Her Southern accent had returned in all its glory.

“You’re Southern again.” He reminded her.

“Yeah and it’s all your fault Remus something Lupin.” Amy retorted accenting shining through.

“John. My middle name is John. Amy…” Remus said smiling wildly.

“Maureen March.” She finished stiffly.

“It’s a nice name.” He told her.

“I don’t need your flattery thank you very much.” She replied her nose wrinkled in disgust.

“I’ll remember that.” He laughed shaking his head.

“Yeah, I’ll make sure you don’t forget it.” Amy said sourly.

“Oh Amy, I don’t think I could ever forget anything about you.” Remus replied honestly.

Amy bit down on her lip suddenly interested in the floor. It was wooden and dusty. Her hand ran up and down her neck nervously before looking back up at him. Remus faked a cough trying to break the silence that had slid in between them.

“Well, I’m going to buy this book just to prove how brilliant it is and you are going to read it.” Amy said making her way to the stairs.

“Oh and you’re so sure of that. How do you know I’ll really read it?” Remus asked teasing her and secretly glad the silence was gone.

“Then I’ll read it to you. I have my ways.” She replied simply.

“Oh, I’m sure you do I don’t doubt that.” He said shaking his head once more.

“There it is again! That lip! I don’t need your sass, Remus John Lupin. Like I said before you are gonna get me into so much trouble.”

“And like I said before Amy Maureen March, I am not trying to. Scout’s honor.”

Remus even held up his hand to justify his point. Amy just shook her head and rolled her eyes before trudging down the stairs. She swiftly glided up to the cashier and paid for her novel. Remus waited for her by the door and soon they were on their merry way. It was getting fairly dark since they had left around four and spent around two hours in the bookstore.

“We should probably get some dinner.” Remus suggested once they returned to High Street.

“Yeah we could go to Three Broomsticks.” Amy agreed nodding.

They made their way through the sea of chatting students to a table by the windows. Remus pulled her chair out for her before sitting in his own.

“Wow you really are a gentleman.” Amy said smiling at him.

Amy looked down at her plate tracing the white rim with her finger before looking back up at him.

“So what’s good here cause I don’t want to eat something extremely British.”

Remus laughed aloud at her comment.

“So what would be considered extremely British?”

“I don’t know something bland and soupy looking with some kind of mystery intestine looking meat.” She explained her face scrunched up in utter dislike.

“You mean like tripe?” He asked grinning at her.

Amy’s ocean blue eyes went wide, her features stiff and nodded violently.

“Okay, well I’ll get us some menus and make sure you don’t get tripe.”

Remus smiled getting up. While he was gone Amy chewed on her thumbnail a habit she had lost when she was a young child. She was looking slowly around the busy pub when a loud laugh caught her ear.
Her eyes were directed over to a table by the fireplace where a pretty blonde girl was sitting with an attractive black haired boy. Realization hit her like a ton of bricks—it was Sirius and that Boswell girl. Amy flew to her feet just as Boswell leaned in and kissed Sirius.

“What the hell?” Amy yelled, the volume in her voice broke their kiss and Sirius simply stared up at her.

“Amy, I—I didn’t think you’d be here.” Sirius said quickly still taking everything in.

“Oh so even if I wasn’t here you still would have done this? You are unbelievable. You really are.” Amy looked at the girl who just stared up at her, horrified.

“May I know the name of this harlot?” Amy asked locking eyes with her soon to be former boyfriend.

“I’m Amanda.” The girl managed to get out her whole body was shaking.

“Look, Amy--”

“Save it, Sirius. I should have known better.” Amy spat venomously before turning on her heel. On her way out she heard Amanda ask

“Sirius, why are you going out with a lesbian?” which Amy laughed loudly in reply before slamming the door behind her.

Remus saw the door slam and quickly scanned the restaurant; it wasn’t long until he found Sirius and Amanda. He set the black menus on the counter and walked over to them.

“I thought you had a girlfriend.” He said briskly.

“Oh, butt out Moony.” Sirius sighed rolling his eyes.

Remus shook his head before walking outside in search of Amy.
She wasn’t hard to find he could hear her cursing from halfway down High Street.

“Amy!” He called after her. She spun around at speed he didn’t believe to be humanly possible.

“Did you see—I can’t believe—I should’ve—that prick!” Amy rambled out in one sentence.

Remus approached her slowly unaware of what she was going to do.

“I know. I’m sorry.” He said in rather disappointed voice.

“You’re sorry?” Amy asked realizing it came out meaner than she meant to say it.

“Sirius—he does this. I just was hoping he wouldn’t do it to you.”
Remus sighed honestly.

“Well thank you but it’s not your fault and I need a drink.” She rapidly

“You need a what?” Remus asked but it was too late she was already walking ahead of him.

“Now which one of you are dodgy enough to sell to minors,” Amy asked looking at the different buildings, her eyes landed on a tiny inn,” Oh you are perfect.”

The sign hanging above her had a grotesque slaughtered pig’s head painted on it and the letter’s read “The Hog’s Head.” She walked up to and swung open the tattered old door that let out a loud squeak upon being moved. Remus of course was tailing behind her.
There was an eerie silence in the air. The bar was bare save for a few creepy customers who were heavily cloaked concealing their identities from the world. Amy eyed the bartender who looked a little familiar but didn’t think on it further.

“You’re not seriously going through with this ludicrous idea, are you?” Remus breathed in her ear, not wanting to be too loud and attract unwanted attention onto himself.

“Of course I am.” Amy replied quickly fixing her hair and blouse,” now step aside or you’ll give me away.”

“How? I’m not doing anything.” Remus whispered defensively.
Amy looked at him in mock sadness.

“No offense, but you just scream virgin innocence which I don’t need so excuse me.” She explained rapidly before pushing him aside and sauntering up to the bar.

“Two firewhiskys—make ‘em double.” She ordered in a way that would make Chicago proud.

“Seven Sickles.” The bartender said gruffly.

Amy threw the coins down on the dirty bar as he produced the drinks in two extremely filthy shot glasses. She took them and want back over to Remus. The look on his face was a mixture of concern and disbelief.

“I’m not drinking one of those.” He told her pointing to the second glass.

“Oh, no they’re both for me.” She said sitting down at one of the cluttered tables.

“Amy--” But before he could warn her she had downed the first glass.
The liquid burned her throat so much that Amy grimaced as it slid down.

“Wow.” She whistled sucking in the cool air.

Remus just stared at her hoping there would be something he could say to stop this madness. Nothing came to him and in a half an hour she had finished six glasses. Her eyes were glassy and wide and her speech was very slurred. Her posture was loose and her mood shifted every few minutes. First the pub was too boring and of course Amy let everyone know, then she recommended the firewhisky to one of the strangers at the bar who thankfully didn’t seem to notice. Remus had stopped her from thinking that hanging out under the table was a spectacular idea.

“You know what,” Amy slurred,” would be a great idea if-if we played some music and I danced on the table.”

“No, no, Amy that I don’t think would be a good idea.” Remus answered.

Amy nodded her head very slowly making her neck bounce up and down.

“You know, you are absolutely right, Remus.” Amy said drawing out every syllable in his name.

“Who needs music, I’ll just dance now.” Amy said scooting her chair out and stumbling to her feet.

“No, no, no. That’s not a good idea.” Remus said grabbing her shoulders and leading her out the door.

“He-ey,” Amy moaned,” I wanted to dance.”
She pointed back in the general direction of the pub. As Remus guided her back up to the castle she finally brought up the person he was waiting to hear about.

“Sirius is such a prick, you know. He’s just a big ass. Going around and making out with whoever he pleases.” Amy drawled.

Remus kept silent knowing she would only continue.

“He’s just so shallow. I don’t know why I ever went out with him ‘cause I’m not shallow--” She stopped walking and Remus looked at her concerned.

“At-least I don’t think so.” Her face fell as she pondered the thought.
Remus just watched her warily.

“You know he’s not even that good looking.” Amy went on tumbling down the road once more.

“I mean I guess he’s good looking if you want the tall dark handsome thing if you wanna be that girl. They give him way too much credit.” Remus laughed at her comment. Amy stopped again to laugh at her own words.

“I mean you, for instance are really cute. Like really really really cute.”
Remus laughed again this time a little nervous.

“Why don’t you have a girlfriend?”

“I don’t know girls don’t like me I guess.”

“Well they’re stupid cause you’re really cute and you’re so good. You are so so good.”

“Well thank you.” Remus sighed looking down hoping they would keep moving. Amy started to move again but this time she was stumbling towards him, getting dangerously close to his face. As Amy began to lean in something above caught her attention.

“Look,” Amy said pointing to the sky,” it’s the moon.” Remus quickly glanced up at it then back down again. It was at half crescent tonight soon it would disappear and become a new moon. The only time he truly liked it when it was gone from the sky.

“No really look! Isn’t it beautiful?” She said taking his head and tilting his chin upward.

“Yeah, beautiful.” He said rather darkly before taking her hand and looking away from it. Amy giggled obnoxiously.

“What?” Remus asked trying to shake off the moon the reminder of the moon had given him.

“You’re holding my hand.”

Remus looked down; he hadn’t realized he still was and quickly release her. This kept her entertained for a while and Remus could finally see the outline of the castle forming between the trees.

“I’m tired, I don’t wanna walk anymore.” Amy said abruptly sitting down and closing her eyes. Remus rushed over to her tapping her on the face. With this much alcohol in her system if she fell asleep there was the danger of her never waking up.

“Amy. Amy, listen to me you have to wake up.”

His heart skipped a couple beats when she didn’t respond.

“Amy!” He cried shaking her shoulders.

Her ocean blue eyes fluttered open and she just stared at him. He had never been so happy to see those eyes.

“Hey…” She said slowly,” you’re eyes are brown. I never noticed that before.”

Remus smiled at her, his heart returned to its normal tempo thanking God she had woken up.
He lifted her to her feet and placed his hands on her shoulders once more keeping her steady. They had only begun to walk again when Amy stopped.

“Oh, God.” She breathed.

“What?” Remus asked worried.

“Oh, my God.” Amy said running over to the nearest bush and vomiting.

At least it’s out of her Remus thought as he wanted for her. When she finished she made her way over to him. Amy looked utterly exhausted. Remus decided it would be best if he carried her the rest of the way. He scooped her tired body up into his arms and led her to the castle. By the time they had reached the Fat Lady’s portrait Amy had fallen asleep in his arms.

“Balderdash.” He muttered and the portrait door swung open. Remus gently placed her on the couch. He was unsure of when she would wake up and go to her dormitory, he was also aware of that fact that the stairs to the girls’ dormitory did not permit boys or he would have taken her to bed. But Remus didn’t want to leave her alone in case she woke confused so he rested in one of the armchairs and watched her sleep.

He didn’t want to admit it because he shouldn’t be thinking these kind of things but Amy looked absolutely lovely when she slept. The gentle way her body rose and fell in soft breaths. The way the corners of her mouth seemed to twitch every so often. How her brown curls fell framing her face. It was heavenly. Remus was so caught up in his illegal thoughts; he didn’t notice that he too had fallen asleep.

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