More // A Remus Lupin Story

4 Remus

The Marauders marched me back to the dorm like I was a prisoner of war. Literally; Sirius and Peter held my arms and James marched in front, barking the password before leading me up to the dorm room. When we arrived, I was tossed into a desk chair and they surrounded me, arms crossed. 

"We told you to stay away from her." Sirius raised a brow. I rolled my eyes. 

"You can't tell me what to do," I said slowly, enunciating each word as if I was talking to a child. 

"Why not? We're your friends," James 'reasoned'. 

"Exactly. You're my friends, not my parents." I reminded him, and Peter threw up his hands. 

"How do you not get it?!" I stood up, getting in his face. 

"What's there to get? You. Can't. Stop. Me." I shouted, and James grabbed my arm to pull me back and look me in the eyes. 

"Remus. We don't like them." Sirius nodded his head, chiming in. 

"And they don't like us," He noted. I sighed, falling back into the chair. 

"This isn't about them though! This is about me and her. We are friends, can't you see that?" I complained. Peter grabbed my shoulders. 

"Don't you see? If you talk to her, her friends get mad. They're Slytherins, mate. And I wouldn't trust her, if I were you." He explained. I looked him in the eyes, challenging him. 

"And why is that?" I inquired, causing James to scoff. 

"Have you seen who she hangs out with?" Sirius glared at the ground. 

"Malfoy, Snape, Narcissa, and little brother. I get annoyed just at their names," He muttered. I rolled my eyes, standing up and going to my bed. The way they were acting was ridiculous. 

"Whatever, if it gets you off of my back then I'll stop talking to her," I lied through my teeth, picking up a book. The guys sighed in relief, James speaking up. 

"Thank Merlin, I was scared we were going to have to fight them," He muttered, walking out of the dorm with Peter. I opened my book, seeing it was the book Ashlynn had recommended to me. I was about halfway through, having gotten it a week ago and it was a pretty big book. 

"Bloody hell. Every single time I like a girl, you fuckers have to go and ruin it for me," I grumbled to myself drily, unaware that Sirius had heard me. 

"Hold on, what?" He rushed over to my bed, making me look up confusedly. 

"Hmm? I didn't say anything to you," I stated, and he narrowed his eyes. 

"Don't play dumb. You like her?" He accused, my face reddening slightly. I hadn't meant for anyone to find out yet, though I'd had a thing for her since I saw her on the train in first year. 

"Oh, I, er...kind of," I admitted. He looked at me, moth agape. 

"I don't know if I want to scream in joy or hit you with a pillow to try to knock some sense into you," He finally choked out. I laughed. 

"You can't tell anyone, especially the other guys. They'll have my head," I commented wryly. He nodded solemnly. 

"With good reason, too. You and her? I mean, she's pretty, I'll give you that, but she's also a Slytherin," He explained, and I sighed. 

"I know, believe me. It took me until now, six years, to finally get over the fear that she's just like them," I admitted quietly, looking at the ground. I could feel Sirius looking at me. 

"You really think she's different?" 

"I know she is. I think you might even like her. I haven't talked to her much, but I know that she has so much character underneath her quiet exterior," I said, looking up at him. He smiled softly.

"I'd like to meet her. If you like her, I want to help make her like you," he promised, and I grinned. 

"All in secret, I assume? James and Pete don't have to know?" I inquired, and he nodded. 

"Oath of silence on the matter." He swore with his right hand up. I chuckled, and we fell into a peaceful silence. He suddenly smirked softly, turning to me while I read. 

"Wow. You've sure got yourself into a real 'Romeo and Juliet' scenario, haven't you?" He asked, and I raised a brow. 

"How so?"

He looked at me like I was an idiot. 

"I can explain it in iambic pentameter, look:

Two groups, both alike in dignity,

In fair Hogwarts, where we lay our scene,

From ancient (well, six years) grudge break to new mutiny,

Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.

From forth the fatal loins of these two foes

A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;

Whose misadventured piteous overthrows

Do with their death bury their friends' strife.

The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,

And the continuance of their parents' rage,

Which, but their friend's end, nought could remove,

Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;

The which if you with patient ears attend,

What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend." He finished. I stared at him, mouth agape. 

"I didn't think you even knew who Shakespeare was," I commented, and he shrugged sheepishly. 

"Guilty pleasure. Anyway, It's similar. although hopefully you two won't take your own lives for the sake of love," He remarked. I turned to him. 

"I'm kind of glad you know. Now you can help me," I stated, and he nodded. 

"That's right. Now, you can keep reading. I'm going to take a shower," He said, standing up as I turned back to my book.