I was dared to love you

Chapter 3

(Ok hi kids I forgot about this story until just now, but here's your next chapter for the people who care)

Me and the marauders didn't exactly get along. It was common knowledge that Slytherin and Gryffindor weren't the best of pals, and no one knew displayed this mentality of casual house segregation more than James potter. There were four marauders but most people only cared about three. Before I start, it'd probably be best to tell you who's who, just in case you've been living under a rock.
James was the ring leader. He had kind of messy dark brown almost black hair and green eyes. Lily Evans said they shone like emeralds but I struggled to find that in his eyes. To me, his eyes were more of a baby diahrea shitty green. He also wore round glasses and was a huge twat.
Remus is next. Now Remus actually isn't that bad, but silence is worse than violence sometimes, and with friends with James and Sirius, I can see why it would be difficult to talk up for Slytherin's. He wasn't too special looking, not ugly but not gorgeous. He was averagely good looking I guess and had kind, brown eyes. His skin was lightly tanned.
Then there was Peter. Peter was a short, stout young man with angry red skin from his eczema and acne. He was the creepiest out of them, and had too big a pair of front teeth. His fingernails were always bitten into sharp claws, and he smelt like the sewer in which a rat would live.
I saved my favourite for last. Now we have Sirius Black. What can I say about Sirius Black? There are so many insults I would like to fling his way, but a lady like myself must keep at least some sort of containment on her distaste. Sirius was a dick. He was probably the meanest out of all of them, and that's because he had an ego bigger than the quidditch field, which is slightly understandable because even one thing I can't deny is that he is beautiful.
Sirius has long black hair, coming down to just above his shoulders. He has stormy grey eyes like most of the members of house black. His skin was pale which gave him a strange sort of borderline gothic, romantic appearance. To bad that he was neither gothic OR romantic.

So why did I find myself being subjected to breathing the same air as them?
Some might call it 'lack of seating on the train' but I like to refer to it as cruel fate.

"Oi oi. Look Sirius, here's your best friend."

Fuck.

I looked up at James as he stood in the doorway of the cabin, blue eyes glaring up at him like an angry ocean.
My lips curled into a snarl, and my fists clenched on the fabric of my lavender coloured dress.

"Why hello James, its been a while hasn't it? Are you still chasing after Lily's tail like a bitch in heat?"

"You'd know all about bitches wouldn't you?"

"Suck your mum, four eyes."

Despite our argument, I couldn't help but snigger at him, almost cracking him a smile. At least something was familiar, it had been hell over the holidays.

Brushing back my golden hair from my eyes, I blinked and groaned when I saw that instead of walking off to bully someone else, James had made himself comfortable on the seat opposite me, and the whole gang were pouring into the cabin to slag me off, Sirius making his grand entrance last with a ravenclaw prefect on his arm, and a very visible purple mark on her neck.
For some reason I found myself glowing in embarrassment.

"Shouldn't you be bashing the books instead of bashing the wet dog?" I snapped at her, and before I knew it she was hurrying off with a profuse blush on her cheeks.

The smug look Sirius had on his face wasn't worth the reaction from the unnamed ravenclaw.

"Jealous sweetheart?"

"No, just disgusted, cutie pie."

God even saying those words actually made me feel nauseous. His smirk stretched across his face like the Cheshire Cat, and before I knew it, he was sat beside me, too close for comfort, with an arm flung around my shoulders and a hand on my thigh.
Usually I wouldn't of mind. I would've responded by hexing his teeth blue and his tongue turned to a snake, but today was different. Today I was terrified.
I'm not proud to say it but I panicked.

Flashbacks began to blur my memory and the room spun. My heart pounded inside my chest and echoed in my ears. He was there, touching me and hurting me and-

"GET OFF ME! GOD PLEASE JUST GET OFF ME!"

The young black snapped back his arms and looked shocked at my reaction, quickly scooting away to the other side of the train's bench, trying to get away from my slapping hands.

And for some reason I knew. I knew that he knew. Because in that moment his eyes weren't greedy and cruel, and his mouth wasn't twisted in a smirk. He looked genuinely worried, although the other 3 were laughing.

He understood what was going on. And I think he cared.