The next day Nola and I holed up in our room with our extensive stash of Chocolate Frogs, discussing and over-analyzing every last detail of my date with Remus – with the small exception of that fact that none of it was real. That was still on a strict need to know basis.

“But you held hands,” Nola stated. For a normal person, that would have been a simple question, but Nola was wearing her trademarked ‘You’ve-Got-to-Be-Bloody-Kidding-Me’ look, so I knew she meant business.

I just shrugged in return. She didn’t need to know about the butterflies that erupted in my stomach every time I thought about it. Need to know basis, remember?

“You’re reading too much into this.”

“Oh, don’t give me that!” Nola scoffed. “I can read you like a bleeding book.”

“And you’re off your rocker!”

And so the rest of the day went, back and forth between us, with no real information being said. If I wasn’t ready to admit to myself that I could possibly be attracted to the sweet, handsome, rugged Remus, then I sure as hell wasn’t going to admit anything to Nola.

By the time night fell, we had been reduced to sitting on the floor hunched over our hundredth game of Wizards Chess and grumbling angry nonsense at each other.

Monday came around bright and early, the birds singing their sweet songs and the sun lighting up every nook and cranny of the castle. I was not happy.

My body was still reacting funny every time I thought about Remus, and I was certain he was going to try and talk to me during our first class together.

“Sophie, you’re not eating,” Said Connor, the great observer. “Why are you not eating? This isn’t about bum is it, because I think it a lovely size. Very proportio-“

I threw my half eaten toast at his face, appalled. The buttered side stuck to his cheek. “What are you doing looking at my bum?”

“Oh, please,” scoffed Nola. She peeled the toast off Connor’s face and took a large bite. The first year across from her looked on in disgust, earning a wink and a dramatic lick of the lips from the redhead. Typical. “Even I look at your bum. It’s a great conversation starter.”

My jaw dropped. Was my backside really that popular with the population of Hogwarts?

“This entire school is bonkers,” I grumbled, getting to my feet and making a show of adjusting my robes to get maximum coverage.

Nola and Conner wolf-whistled.

“I hate both of you.”

I practically ran to Charms, so I was panting quite unattractively by the time I took my usual seat in middle of the classroom.

“You sound just like James after one of his rows with Evans,” Remus joked, sliding into the seat next to me. I was going to object, because that’s where Connor usual sat, but then I remembered the conversation at breakfast and quickly shut up.

“Are you okay, Sophie? You look a little… miffed.”

“Oh, I’m bloody perfect. I just found out my arse is everyone’s favorite thing to talk about!” My tone came out much more harsh than intended, but I wasn’t in the mood to apologize. Sometimes sarcasm is the only way to cope.

My mood wasn’t improved when I noticed that Remus’ face the perfect shade of tomato.

“Not you too,” I moaned, dropping my head into my arms. “I’m going to go crawl into a hole and die of embarrassment now.”

The warm sound of Remus’ laugh filled my ears and began conducting an orchestra of butterflies in my stomach. He grabbed me around the shoulders and pulled me back into a sitting position.

“It’s a very nice bum,” he said jokingly. I could tell he was uncomfortable, but was too much of a good guy to let me sulk over such a silly issue.

We continued to sit there and stare at each other, both blushing and both smiling like idiots. Time stood still, all sounds muted. At one point, I think I even forgot how to breathe.

My knight in shining armor came in the form of one Sirius Black and James Potter.

“Moony! We’ve been looking everywhere for you,” said Black loudly, clapping Remus on the back and giving him a very large, very over-the-top wink.

“Yeah,” agreed James dramatically, flourishing a piece of beat up old parchment. “You could have been anywhere!”

I narrowed my eyes at the two of them, all traces of my previous humiliation gone. I’ve always known James to be a strange character, but this behavior was over the top even for him.

Catching my eye, James gave me a wink similar to the one Sirius has just performed and together, the pair made their way to the back of the classroom.


The rest of the class was quickly filling up the room. Connor caught my eye and pointed confusedly at Remus, silently asking why he was in his seat. All I could do was shrug apologetically.

Nola plopped down in her seat at the table on my other side. I avoided her gaze because I already knew she was making dirty gestures towards Remus and me. Given enough incentive, I wouldn’t put it past her to start air humping in my direction.

“I hate my friends,” I mumbled. I seemed to be saying that a lot lately.

“What was that?” Remus asked.

“Nothing, nothing,” I replied. I began my usual process of preparing for class and was smoothing out a fresh piece of parchment for some awesome note taking, but was rudely interrupted by deep, seductive voice of Remus Lupin.

“Meet me at the willow tree by the lake after lunch,” he whispered, his hot breath spreading across my ear and sending the all too familiar shivers down my back.

I was saved from further conversation as Professor Flitwick began his lecture.

Breathe, Sophie. Remember to breathe.

A/N: Sorry it took so long for this chapter. I've got the usual excuses for you (midterms, work, family, birthdays) so I won't go into any detail. Please review and be honest!

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