Crescent Moon (A HP fanfic and a student/teacher romance)

Chapter eighteen: Third

Chapter eighteen: Third

I haven't been able to reach Lupin since that kiss. It's a Sunday night, spent in the Gryffindor common room with Fred, his brothers and little sister, Potter, Granger and Henri. I still hadn't told them about my conversation with Lupin and Professor Dumbledore two days ago. The more I thought about it, the more confused I was. My hair had turned bright red, almost pink, when Lupin kissed me. Since then it had turned to normal and stayed that way. Henri and Fred have been trying to get me to tell them my "hair-secret" but I had told them it was a charm gone wrong. I just wanted to try something new. But I could sense that it was time I told them. They are, after all, my closest friends here and seem to be the only people in the entire world that I have left. But how do I tell my best friend and my boyfriend that I am a freak? I knew they wouldn't get freaked out or judge me or anything, they are better friends than that, but I was freaking myself out. I still had no idea what to do with that information. I stood up from the sofa and walked over to the window. The stars were breaking their way through the clouds and the half-moon peeked down on the castle, basking it in silver. Arms snaked around my waist from behind and a chin rested on top of my head.

"You don't have to rub it in that I'm so short," I said and laughed.

"I'm not! I just needed to rest my neck and what better than a girlfriend that's a head shorter than I am to do so?" He rubbed his chin into my hair as if to mess it up.

"Bitch," I said calmly.

"Jerk," he replied. I told him that I needed to talk to him, tell him something. A scared look flickered across his face but disappeared when I mentioned I had to talk to Henri too. We poked her in the shoulder and she followed us up into the girls' dormitory. It was empty as it was only eight o'clock and most of the students were doing last minute studying for tomorrows lessons. We sat on my bed, mine and Fred's backs against the headboard and Henri in front of us, resting her shoulder on one of the bed posts.

"What's up?" She asked and shrugged a little. Her eyes darted to my arms, and I assumed she thought I was about to finally tell Fred about my cutting. Let her dream on. I hadn't done it in a couple of weeks now and was planning on keeping it that way.

"I need to tell you guys something. Something I kind of just found out myself. It has to do with my hair," I explained. Fred and Henri looked at each other as if they had been waiting for me to spill the beans. They hadn't believed one bit of my bullshit charms-experiment story.

"So, what is it?" Henri knew that I knew I couldn't bullshit her. So I went on to explain how Lupin seems to have noticed my new skills. I told them about my grandmother and my meeting with Dumbledore and how he showed me his memories. I told them that this condition was very rare - Henri added that I was a special little snowflake, and I promptly told her to shut her face – and that I was apparently an extremely late bloomer.

"So, you're a Metamorphmagus." Fred concluded.

"Yes."

"And that's why your hair has been changing?"

"Yes."

"And have you tried changing anything else?"

"Yes." I had spent the weekend reading up on metamorphmagi and tried changing all sorts of things about myself.

"And has it worked?"

"No."

"But..."

"Will just shut up, Fred?" Henri said and threw a pillow at his face. Mistakenly it hit mine and I threw it back but Henri was quick to deflect my attack and the pillow ended up on the floor a couple of meters away from my bed. Hermione picked it up and set it neatly on my bed.