I Fell In Love With The Player, Great!

Little Pranks Can Hurt Deep

~Present Day~

"So I ended up drawing in the Common Room, and when the guys came I stayed there for a little while longer. After that, I went up to bed." I said, taking out six bowls out of the cupboard.

I placed them on the counter and filled them up with warm pasta, and then handed everyone a bowl and a fork. I placed a little bowl that contained a sauce for the pasta then in the middle of the table.

 "You are an artist?" asked Harry, who had some pasta in his mouth.

"Yes."I said, starting to eat.

"Aw wou still ood at dwawing?" asked Ron, trying to talk with his mouth filled with food.

"Ronald! How many times have I told you! Don't talk with your mouth full! No one knows what you say!" Hermione said, slapping the back of Ron's flaming red hair.

"Ow...." he muttered, rubbing the spot were Hermione slapped, "I said: Are you still good at drawing?"

"I am not quite sure really, I haven't drawn for ages." I said, looking up at Ron.

"Do you still have some of your drawings from back then?" Hermione asked.

"I think I do. Sirius, were did you leave my sketch books?" I asked him, turning around to look at him.

"I think you left them in the library love." Sirius said looking back at me, with those grey eyes of his.

"I'll look for them after dinner then." I said, gazing into his eyes.

"Ahem...Izzy, I think you should continue with the story." Remus said.

I blushed, noticing I was now very close to Sirius.

Too close, to be exact, to be with three fifteen year olds in the room. I straightened up in my chair, and started to talk.

"Yeah, I should. So it was about seven days after that night. I was sitting in the armchair, drawing when....."

~Past~

"What is up with you Remus? We always wake you up like that. And when we do, you never freak out." James said, walking down the staircase that led to the Boy's Dormitory.

"What did they do now." I said, getting up from my seat and walking towards Remus.

He looked very grouchy.

I gave him a tight hug, and he hugged me back.

"Is it this week?" I whispered into Remus's ear, trying to make it as faint as possible.

"Yes...It's tonight." he whispered back, looking quite sad when he said this.

"Don't worry about it. I'll be there to give you company as always." I whispered, feeling terrible about what he was going to go through tonight.

I pulled away from the hug, and grabbed his arm. I steered him to the couch, and made him sit there. I handed him a rather large book, and told him, "Here, read this. It will make you feel better."

He looked at the book, then at me, and back to the book again.

"I promise you it will." I told him, placing the book on his lap.

For the first time in his life, it looked like he didn't want to read!

He grabbed the book with both hands, and opened it slowly.

It didn't take long for him to get stuck to the book.

"How come he's acting so strange today? He yelled at us this morning when we woke him." said James, looking rather confused.