THE FOUR HORSEMEN ( MARAUDERS )

CHAPTER THREE

REMUS' PLAN

Remus sighed as he stared at himself in the mirror, scrutinizing his appearance. He attempted to make himself look as presentable as possible, wearing his best robes and making sure his hair was perfectly combed back. However, Remus usually did this as he never wanted to look like he was sloppy or lazy - as that was far from the truth. The Gryffindor simply spent a few more minutes on his appearance as today would be the day that he was starting his plan and he wanted to make sure everything was perfect.

“Hey, mate.” Remus was brought out of his reverie by a strong hand clamping itself onto his shoulder. His eyes followed the hand and arm in the mirror until his eyes met with the culprit - Sirius. “Don't worry so much, you'll mess up the plan with your stressing. Just relax and let everything flow by itself.”

Remus let out a long sigh as he turned to face Sirius. “But what if I make it too obvious and ruin our whole plan? I’m sure you all can guess that I’m no good at flirting.”

Peter giggled from his bed while Sirius scoffed. “Just be yourself. He already has taken an interest in you so I don’t think you have to worry too much. Just show some interest in him.”

Remus scrunched up his nose at the thought. “How am I supposed to show interest in him when the mere sight of him disgusts me?”

Sirius sighed. “Well first off, I would avoid saying things like that. Just loosen up!” Sirius shook Remus’ shoulders to add to the effect. “Be flirty! Touch him loads.”

Remus grimaced but nodded nonetheless. “Okay, I’ll try.”

“Woo! Go Remus!” Peter exclaimed his support.

Sirius grinned. “Good.” He turned Remus around and slapped him on the butt. “Now, go get your man!”

Remus had to swallow down bile but squared his shoulders as he walked out of the Gryffindor common room. He didn’t know where Marcos would be but he figured that if he walked around the castle, he would be sure to find him somewhere. It was nearly twenty minutes later when Remus finally spotted the boy near the entrance to the Forbidden Forest. He had assumed that he would find the boy in a passionate embrace with a lover but he was wrong. While he was in an embrace and it was passionate, it definitely wasn’t a lover.

“Marcos! What are you doing?” He hurried to the scene where the Slytherin was beating his fist into the face of another student. Remus didn’t recognize the other boy which would have been near impossible anyway as the boy’s face was all swollen and bloody.

Marcos turned his head to face Remus with a grin, his fist never ceasing his assault on the poor student. “Oh hey there, Remus. Beautiful day, isn’t it?”

Remus was beyond shocked to say the least. “Stop hitting him!”

“Aw is he your boyfriend? And I here I was hoping that you’d reconsider my offer.” The next hit Marcus delivered to the boy seemed to be more powerful than the others.

“I did.” Marcos’ hand stopped in midair, turning to look at Remus curiously. “And I’ll do it - what you said at the party. If you just let him go.”

Marcos’ grin was pure evil as his fist unclenched from the boy’s shirt, allowing him to roughly fall back on the ground. He approached Remus slowly, the Gryffindor feeling an awful lot like prey that was being stalked. 

“I knew you wouldn’t resist me. No one does.” Remus had to hold back his gag as Marcos wrapped his arm around his shoulder, leading him away from the boy that was still lying on the ground.

“Is he okay?” Remus asked nervously, glancing over his shoulder.

Marcos grabbed Remus’ chin and directed his gaze back to the Slytherin. “He’ll be just fine. Let’s go for a walk, baby.”