Spill Your Secrets... (SLOW UPDATING)

Chapter Five ~ I Dub Thee, Thy Slave

At dinner time the next day I was still laughing.

And the night after that.

By Thursday, I found it a little less funny, to the point where I settled down enough not to laugh every time I saw them.

Naturally, word spread about Paramour smart mouthing the notorious Marauder leader and second in command. Paramour was always 'around' but she never been on school gossip since she first appeared three years ago. When Head Boy and Head Girl, suddenly became a thing, seemingly over night after years of loathing. Then there was the thing with the two teachers running away together...but that's not important.

"Hey, Ivy. Can I get notes from Dippets class?" I whipped around in confusion to see James beside me.

"Well, hi strange being. Wait. Did you just use my first name, James?" I stared in shock as a smirk formed on his face.

"I believe you just used my first name too, Ives. So the notes?" He rose his eyebrows hopefully.

"And what makes you think I will help you?"

"A, because your super dooper nice-" scoff, scoff "- and b, because you ship Jilly, therefore more inclined to help." He smiled broadly and if I didn't know any better I would think he was flirting with me.

"Well someone ate a dictionary for breakfast this morning... and no. Ask Lily since you do every other time." I turned towards Mcgonagal as she began the lesson, telling everyone to take their seats. And James freaking Potter had to sit next to me. There was a perfectly good seat next to Lily! Why waste this chance, she might actually say yes! Actually, no, she wouldn't. Damn, why can't she just like the bloody moron back and save me all this grief! Oh, that's right. James is an 'egotistical toe-rag.'

He was quiet for the first five minutes. Only because he was trying write something down on a of parchment with Mcgonagals eyes on him.

Ives,
You know Lily never says yes anyway.

Idiot head,
I know.

Poison,
Notes? Please?

Nicknamer,
Heck no, ask your boyfriend.

Gossiper,
I DO NOT HAVE A BOYFRIEND!

Rude boy,
That's not what Paramour said.

Insolent girl,
I don't give a damn. I need the notes!

Dictionary eater,
What do I get in return?

Blackmailer,
What do you want?

Slave,
Anything I want!

(Rude) Master,
Fine.

I smiled sweetly at the glare I received from the bespectacled boy.

"You'll love it!" I whispered quietly. Only moments before the bell rung. As we exited the classroom, Remus came and bumped into me, making me lose grip on all my books in the process.

"Sorry, Ivy, I didn't mean to. I'm in a bit of a rush and just lost sensory perception for a moment there." He chuckled as he bent down to help me stack the books in an orderly fashion. I had no idea what that meant, but Merlin did it sound hot coming out of his mouth. Like salted drizzled caramel topping on vanilla ice-cream. Mmm. My cheeks burned as I bundled my books together, thankful half the class was already gone.

"Ah, nah, that's fine. These things happen right?" I couldn't but smile in his general direction but with out eye contact as I stood.

"I suppose they do." Remus held my gaze longer than deemed appropriate for two classmates who barely knew each other. But then, he broke the spell. He glanced at James's presence at my side, back to me, then James, then back to me before he hurried off towards the library. I sighed as I watched him go. Particularly his gluteus maximus. Did that become more attractive too? Oh, well, it was a nice view.