PrettyBoy | Wolfstar

Part 1

A/N: Hi! Here's the first chapter of this thing. Expect spelling errors, I'm dyslexic and doing my best. Anyways, I hope you enjoy (hopefully it doesn't suck that bad.) Also, I came up with a reason why Remus has scars, because it's hard to write him as a werewolf.

Remus was in class when he got a message from an unknown number.

(Unknown): Are you still gonna ask Evans out?

Remus, confused: Sorry mate you have the wrong number.

(Unknown): No I don't.

Remus: Well, considering that I don't know anyone by the name Evans, I'm gonna say that you do.

(Unknown): Then who are you?

Remus: Why would I ever tell you that?

(Unknown): I dunno. So I know who you are?

Remus: Well you texted me in the first place so I shouldn't have to tell you who I am.

(Unknown): I'm switching classes. Bye.

What a peculiar conversation, Remus thought as he walked past a group of girls gawking over Sirius Black and his friend James Potter.
Sirius Black was well renowned for being a class clown that girls swooned over.
Remus didn't understand the appeal, as he personally hated the bloke with a passion (though he had to admit he was rather attractive.)
As he continued to walk past the boys he heard muffled whispering and chuckling.
It was nothing new to Remus. He was a short, sandy blonde boy, with upwards of a dozen scars on his face. An obvious target for teasing.

Once Remus got back to his dorm he sat on his his bed and worked on his rather large defense against the dark arts paper that was due at the end of that month.
He had shared a dorm with two other boys he did not know the names of, and he intended on keeping it this way.
It isn't that they were loud or obnoxious, he just wasn't the type to go out of his way to make friends.
When he had started Hogwarts he hadn't known a soul, and now (fifth year) he had managed to keep it that way.
Remus enjoyed his time alone. His favourite activities were reading and drawing, and these are very easy to do without company.
Part of the reason he stayed away from the idea of making friends was because he found himself undesirable.
He was a quiet, self conscious, fifteen year old smoker with a stutter, and those aren't ideal traits for a friend in his mind.

He had sat on his bed reading for a couple hours until the same unknown number messaged him again.

(Unknown): Hey bestie.

Remus: Why do you keep texting me? You don't even know me.

(Unknown): Yes, but I want to know you. Also I'm painfully bored.

Remus: Well it's not gonna happen. <3

(Unknown): Tell me about yourself. What are your hobbies?

Remus: Fine. I like reading, writing, drawing, astronomy, and astrology. What about you?

(Unknown): Oh that's very swag. I like quidditch, thrift shopping, and boys.

Remus: Does boys count as a hobby?

(Unknown): Yes because it's an interest of mine. You're not homophobic?

Remus: Fuck no.

(Unknown): Nice I can still talk to you.

Remus: Oh, isn't that great for everybody.

(Unknown): You might not be super jazzed about it but I am ;)

Remus: gross.

The two talked for a little while more about a bunch of nothing until Remus had to leave to get a shower and get ready for bed.

----------------------Next Day-----------------------

The next morning Remus went down to the great hall for breakfast.
He sat at the end of the Gryffindor table as usual and started reading Hamlet by Shakespeare.
Sirius Black and his friends sat a couple seats down from him which was closer than usual.
Oh great, Remus thought. Even thinking of having to interact with Black made Remus both extremely nervous and annoyed.

For the next couple of minutes Black shot prolonged looks over his shoulder at Remus, in hopes that he would notice (he did but didn't say anything about it.)
After a while, Sirius moved down the table so he was infront of Remus.
"Whatcha reading?" Black asked in the most energetic voice Remus had ever heard.
Remus didn't answer to the attempt at conversation.
"Not a talker are you?" Sirius inquired with a grin that made Remus' body shiver.
"I-It's Hamlet." Remus replied finally trying to repress the stutter he hated himself for having.
"What's that?" Sirius asked, making Remus realise that he may have been hot, but he wasn't the brightest.
"I-It's a, um, play by William Shakespeare." Being nervous made it very difficult for Remus to get his thoughts out.
"That's really sick!" Black replied genuinely "What's it about?"
"The ghost of Hamlet's father, who was the former king, tells him to avenge his murder by killing the new king, Hamlet's uncle. While attempting to avenge his father Hamlet contemplates life, death and everything in between, causing him to go mad." Remus explained through a stutter.
"I'm not much of a reader, but I might have to check that out." Sirius replied, staring at Remus' face. He found him rather cute and was a fan of his freckles.
"If you don't mind me asking, what's up with all the scars on your face?" Sirius asked.
Remus felt his heart drop. This question always came up, and he always hated answering it. He, himself tried his hardest to forget they were there, but people always wanted to know about them.
"I-I don't like t-talking about it." Remus replied looking down so Black could no longer see his face, fore he felt ashamed.
"Oh, my bad. Sorry for making you upset." Sirius apologized with a kind, slight smile.
This was new to Remus. No one had ever apologized to him after asking about his scars.
It was a nice change.
"Hey, look if you don't want to you don't have to but do you wanna hang out with me and my friends during lunch? You seem really cool!" Sirius asked confidently.
Remus got really nervous to the question but then replied with a simple "okay," and then went to his first class of the day, for the first time, actually excited to go to lunch.

------------------Author's note--------------------

Hey, here's the end of the first part, I hope you enjoyed. I plan to update this pretty consistently, though I do have another fanfiction I'm working on (It's Jegulus, go check it out if you like that ship.) Have a nice day!
xx, Tate