The one with the sisters - Year Six [COMPLETED]

Chapter 3 - The one with the confession

"Human Transfiguration?" Iris sighed loudly, as she fell hard against the back of her chair. "I can barely do it with inanimate objects and now we're gonna learn to transfigure humans? Bloody hell... I don't even know why McGonagall accepted my A on my O.W.L."

"Hey... It was the first class, Irie... Would you calm down, already?" Remus chuckled as he watched the girl in front of him whine and stare at her book.

"It was the first class and I'm already falling behind. I'm terrible at this."

"You always say that." The boy frowned, realizing that even if she was answering him according to his comments, she wasn't exactly interacting with him. She hadn't look him in the eye, hadn't say his name. He sighed. "You're not terrible."

"Maybe if I start studying before the class I'll be able to..."

"Why do I feel like I'm having a one sided conversation?"

At that, Iris stopped rambling and looked up. She blushed slightly under his stare and bit her lip.

"You're not." She lied. "I'm talking to you."

"Are you now?" Remus asked, quite irritated by the girl's behavior. "Then tell me, Iris... When was the last time you looked at me? When I said you weren't terrible at Transfiguration you didn't even tell me to shut up like you normally would've."

"Maybe I'm learning to be nice. Maybe Dorcas' behavior is rubbing off on me."

Remus glared at her and she sunk a bit lower on her chair. She was biting her lip so hard now that she could almost feel the taste of blood on her tongue. She reached her hands over to play with the pages of the book in front of her. Sensing her discomfort, Remus' stare softened and his hand urged forward to grab hers, but he hesitated, pulling it back again.

"Talk to me, Iris. What's wrong?"

"Now you want to talk, do you?"

She didn't expect her speech to come out harsh. She didn't think she was mad at him, but, oh Merlin... Who the hell was she trying to fool? Of course she was mad. It was just that during that first week of classes she did a great job hiding it. From him, from her friends, from her sister, even from herself. But now... Now with him so oblivious to the fact that he was the reason she was like that, she couldn't help but yell.

"I-I'm sorry?" He mumbled, quite surprised by her outburst.

"You... You can't do that, you know? You were unfair and mean and I... I spent a whole bloody summer thinking something was wrong with me and that I did something wrong." She admitted for the first time out loud. Remus, still not understanding where she wanted to get with that, kept quiet. "I didn't tell this to anyone because I didn't want... I didn't want them thinking I am some love sick puppy, who can think for itself."

"Iris..."

"No, shut up." She said, and he obeyed. "You can't just kiss me like that and expect me to pretend it never happened. Or at least, if that's what you wanted me to do, you should've told me it was a one-time thing so I wouldn't... I wouldn't get my stupid hopes up like I did."

And then it downed on him. Remus stared at her for a second, before he finally gathered the courage to reach over to her still fiddling hands.

"You're mad because we didn't discuss... What happened the last day of school last year?" He asked, and even if his voice was not accusatory at all, Iris felt her whole body burn with embarrassment and looked down.

"Yeah." She mumbled. "I've waited the whole summer for you to write to me."

"Well, I've waited the whole summer for you to write to me."

Iris finally looked at him. She frowned and it was his turn to blush.

"Look, after we kissed and Lily interrupted us, you got up and left so quickly I thought... I thought maybe you didn't... Feel anything. So I waited for you to come and find me after you did whatever it was you needed to do with your sister, but you never came. So I thought you were enjoying your last moments with Camilla, and I didn't think much of it. But when I got home I... Sort of expected you to write. I wrote a thousand letters for you and thought of sending them, but I never did, because I thought you just didn't felt anything."

Remus stopped talking and looked at Iris. The girl stared right back at him barely blinking. Finally, his words processed themselves in her brain and it clicked. Of course he was expecting her to talk. She was, after all, the one who ran away. Suddenly she felt stupid, and selfish and egoistic... Everything she hated and wished not to be.

"I'm sorry." She whispered. "I'm sorry, you're right. I should've been the one who reached out for you I was just... I was scared, I guess."

"And look at that... Apparently we didn't have any reason to be scared after all." He smiled as he played with her finger, carelessly.

"Apparently not." She smiled back.

"So the kiss meant something?" He asked, as if to reassure himself.

"Of course it meant something, Rem..." She giggled. The sound of the new nickname rolling off her tongue so easily it made his whole body burn. "I've actually been waiting for something like this since Fourth Year."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Well, then how about we make up for the lost time?"

Iris' eyebrow shot so far up her forehead it disappeared under her fringe. She smirked.

"Are you flirting with me?" She asked.

"Maybe." He shrugged.

"I didn't know Remus Lupin was a flirter."

"There's tons you don't know about me."

"Is there?" Iris shook her head, getting up from her seat and walking around the table to sit on a chair beside his. Their eyes never once left each other. "I can't wait to learn them all, then."

"I don't think you'll want to."

"Believe me, Remus... Whatever you say... Won't make me change how I see you. How I feel about you."

He frowned slightly. When he told his mother, Hope, he was in love, she was ecstatic. Of course she knew the dangers of her son being in love, but she also knew that, if that girl made her baby happy, she would be forever grateful. She did give a piece of advice: 'make sure she loves you for who you are, Remmy. Make sure she knows that whatever you are, won't change who you are. Those are different things, honey, make sure she knows that'. And apparently, Iris Evans knew that.

Without really thinking about it, exactly as he had done last year, he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, but this time, she responded in no time, leaning against him and entangling her hands in his hair. He sighed happily as she pulled away with a smirk.

"You taste like chocolate." She noted. "But you smell like cigarettes."

"You pretty much described my after classes free times." Remus chuckled as he placed a gentle hand on her thighs, as she now sat facing him.

"You're an interesting piece, you know that, Lupin?"

"Oh, Little Evans..." He smirked as she cringed at the nickname. He never called her that. Only James, Sirius and occasionally Peter did, so it was comprehensible it made her uncomfortable. "You have no idea."