SCARS
The scars that marked their skin were different; his from transformations and hers from emotional betrayal; But when her finger tips tranced the lines down his chest, and the marks on his face- and his words wrapped themselves around her heart...
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EVER SINCE REMUS had come out about his condition; Hazel decided she wanted nothing to do with the horrid rock in the sky— so when it would disappear; become a new moon and the light no longer shone on it. She couldn't help but admire the night sky for all its beauty.
It was nights like tonight she loved the best— clear sky's; new moon; and the occasional snore from behind her as she admired it all. And her four best friends were sound asleep.
Hazel had always been one for chaos, and mischief— but even she needed a break from all the noise once and awhile.
Remus also loved the new moon; because at those times the reminder of his curse— and the pain of transformation was at its lowest; letting him forget that there was indeed something that made him different than others.
So when Remus saw Hazel, leaning against the windowsill; gazing out at the stars that littered the night sky— with no moon in sight. He couldn't help but admire the way the light hit her so perfectly; or when her lips parted at the beauty of it all.
"Couldn't sleep?" He asked, taking his spot beside the girl— and leaning closer than he probably should've. His body ached for her touch, but at the same time he knew it wouldn't be such a good idea to act on these needs.
A sigh escaped Hazel's lips, "You could say that." She whispered, looking up to meet his eye— and it wasn't a full lie, Hazel couldn't sleep. But not because of nightmares, or being uncomfortable.
No, it was the inability to get the memory of being on top of him last week out of her head. She had reminisced on that one scene for the past few days— and could not, for the life of her, stop thinking about it.
Remus leaned beside her, his head tilted up towards the sky— and Hazel couldn't help the wandering of her eyes as they admired him; the curve of his jaw; the sprinkle of freckles along his cheeks; and the furrow of his eyebrows as they examined the night.
And there it was again, the flutter in her stomach— the sensation telling her to take risks. Hazel wanted to explain to someone how she felt, but how would it sound when she told someone Remus made her heart feel weird? Or her hands sweaty.
"Remus?" Hazel asked, looking up at him as he replied with a hum— turning to face her, "can I hang out in your bed tonight?" She asked, motioning behind her.
Remus chuckled, "watch out Hazel, might sound like you want to get into bed with me." He teased, smirking triumphantly down at her. Remus would've liked to think he saw a blush grace her cheeks.
"In your dreams moon boy." She quipped, smiling wickedly at him, taking his hand and leading him over to his bed— sitting them down on it.
Mid-way through sitting, Hazel quickly stood-up, quietly tip toeing over to the corner where the record player sat— and carefully picked it up before heading back over to the bed, "can't forget this!" She whispered, smiling at Remus as she climbed in. She set the turntable between them— pulling the curtains closed and casting a quick silencing charm so they wouldn't wake up the other boys with the music.
