Black Hole

"It's Only Teenage Wasteland"

June 1976

During History of Magic that day, as the Professor droned on and on about the Goblin War, which Lyra-Jade had no interest in whatsoever, she had charmed a note to discreetly fly over to Remus' desk. She watched as it landed in front of him and he looked away from his notes, surprised. She was sure he was the only one taking notes in that entire classroom.

Greenhouse after last period? I got the goods. Just us. xoxo

She had cringed at herself when she wrote "xoxo" on the paper but had decided to keep it there anyways.

She eyed him as he smiled down at the note, subtly turned his head, and nodded.

A few hours later, she and Remus sat side by side with their backs against one of the Green House tables closest to the large wall of windows. They could see the lake and the sun slowly disappearing beneath it.

"Who sells this to you anyways?" He asked her, eyeing the brown paper bag in her lap. 

"I told you, some Muggle-Born Hufflepuff."

"Yeah, but who?"

She raised her eyebrows, "I'm no snitch, Mr. Prefect. And who says I buy it?"

"So, you steal it? Such a Slytherin."

She shrugged and smiled.

He pouted at her. She took one of the cigarettes and placed it's end in his pouting mouth. Lifting up her wand to it's tip, she muttered under her breath and lit it ablaze.

After passing it back and forth for awhile, It didn't take long for it to settle it, and soon, she was floating, and laughing, and Remus' face was so beautiful, and his cheeks were pink, and he was talking nonsense about something or other and he was just so, heart achingly, bloody fucking beautiful, so she told him just that.

"Yeah...hah, hah...yeah, imma right model...Calvin Klein model...I am...hah, hah..."

"No!" She practically yelled at him, grabbing both sides of his face. "You are beautiful! So bloody fucking beautiful!" She moved her hands to his hair, and he leaned into the touch with a smile. "This hair, fucking Merlin, this hair. You know what I could do? I could sleep with a blanket of this hair! Is that weird?"

"No...hah...I'll shave my head...shave it, so you can have...your...yeah, so that you can have your blanket...hah..."

"Oh, you will, won't you? Too good to me, you are, offering all your hair and what not." Her eyes moved from his hair back to his face. "Oh, and you want to know what else is just so beautiful about you? Your eyes. Merlin, your eyes!" She kissed both his eyes, making him giggle. She was properly sat in his lap at that point, straddling him. "And your eyebrows, ever so expressive, they are!" She kissed his eyebrows. "And, bloody fuck! You're lovely little nose!" She pecked his nose.

He giggle and turned his head. "My...my nose is all messy...you know...um, too many scars."

She gasped. "But no, that is why I love it so!" She kissed it again, and for extra measure, licked the tip of it, making him squirm beneath her and making her laugh. "I love the scars, makes you you. Shows how brave you are, because, bloody fucking hell, Moony, how beautifully brave you are!"

He shyly smiled at her. "And your, lips, of course. So beautiful!" Kiss. "And your beautiful chin!" Kiss. "Oh, how can I forget about your lovely neck!" Kiss. "And your shoulders! How nice your shoulders are!" Kiss. "And your elbows." Kiss. "And your wrists." Kiss.

"No...no...you're beautiful...you're the beautiful one...you know, you're so pretty..."

She huffed a laugh and grabbed his hand. She started playing with his fingers. Oh, how she loved his long, beautiful fingers. "Well, Moony, we can both be beautiful, can't we?" She traced a scar that went from the tip of his pointer finger to the edge of his palm. He shivered beneath her touch. She moved his hand closer to her face and kissed the inside of his palm. Then she did something she probably only did because of what was in her system. She took him thumb and slowly moved it into her mouth.