Post by Scoleciphobic on Dec 28, 2004 22:43:04 GMT -5
A week passes after that overly stressful day. Severus completely ignores you, and Remus avoids you at all costs. Sirius and James have gone back to their usual pranks, only now, Sirius is more careful about the jokes he makes around you. He’s wary of saying something to upset you.
You don’t really notice the special treatment, because you are trying to figure out what it is that has Remus acting the way he does. As soon as he sees you in the corridors, he turns around and walks quickly in the opposite direction. Even if you try to catch up to him, the werewolf is too fast and you lose him in the crowded halls.
You are very grateful for the Hogsmeade trip that weekend. During your break downs, you completely forgot about it. Now that it is Saturday, you decide not to go on the trip with your friends. Of course, Sirius and James put of a rather good fight trying to convince you to come…<br>
“C’mon Dreams! We promise we won’t desert you at the Shrieking Shack!” James says as he pleads with your half-asleep form.
You groan and try to bury yourself under the piles of blankets you have on your bed. “No.”<br>
“Dreeeaaaaammssss,” James pleads with you. “Why not?”<br>
You cringe at his whining tone and shove your head under the pillow. “Because I’m tired, Prongs. Some people actually like to sleep past dawn…”
A low chuckle reaches your ears and you smile under the pillow. Your comment has dragged Remus out of his temporary silence, being the type of thing he fell in love with you because of.
Your humor.
“You’re making Sirius all depressed looking,” James taunts, still trying to get you out of bed.
You scream in frustration and rip the pillow off your head and glare at the idiot trying to get you out of bed. His hazel eyes widen slightly and he’s staring at you in surprise.
“Why are you so keen on getting me out of bed!?” you shout in his face. “Do you want to shag Lily in it or something?! What’s wrong with your own bed?”<br>
He stares at you in horror, before glancing up, apparently to Lily who is standing on the other side of the bed. She makes a noise resembling a drowning cat and quickly leaves the room. He sighs and moves away, but not before shooting you a glare.
“Fine, be like that. But see if I ever stick up for you when girls flock around Padfoot and he gets distracted because of the needs of his manhood,” he says thingyily, glaring at you.
You stare at him in surprise, even Remus looks shocked at the words that slipped out of his mouth turn out to be. You glance at Sirius, and notice his look of pure mortification. That’s when it hits you—this had happened before. Before you told them all your secrets (except the Dark Mark—that one you kept between you, Remus, and Sirius). Your heart burns, but you push it away so that you can cry when they’re gone.
“Tell me, oh Great Friend, how many times have you done this before?” you ask slyly.
In the corner of your eye, you notice Sirius frantically trying to keep James quiet. However, you knew one flaw in James Potter’s unbreakable pride—compliments. He doesn’t listen to anything or think about anything if one so much as barely compliments him on one of the stupidest things.
True to your prediction, he puffs out his chest greatly resembling a strutting rooster. “Oh, I’d say…at least one hundred…give or take a few at least…”
Your eyes fill with unwanted tears, even though you had been expecting that type of answer. Sighing, you curl back under the blankets to go to sleep again and pretend this has all been a bad dream. However, it doesn’t work quite that way, because James’ brain decides to figure out what exactly he said and its consequences.
“Oooh…this is bad…” he says, sounding eerily like a little child, singsong voice and all. “You know, on second thought, maybe sleeping in far away from Sirius is a good plan.”<br>
You can just imagine the livid look growing on your boyfriend’s face. You wait for his verbal attack on his pompous best friend, but are surprised greatly when the blankets are whipped off you, and another body flops down on the bed next to you. That figure then pulls those same blankets over the both of you heads.
Propping yourself up on your elbows, you glare over at James. “What are you doing in my bed?”<br>
He smiles nervously. “Shh…Sirius can’t find me here…”
Your jaw drops at his idiocy. “You imbecile! He saw you jump into my bed! Get out now!”<br>
“No! We’re having a sleepover! Did you forget?” he asks, his eyes pleading with you to hide him from your revenge-loving boyfriend.
You growl. “You are not, I repeat, are not pulling me any farther into this!” With that said, you push him off the bed and listen, satisfied, as a loud thump is heard, followed by a moan.
“Now all of you go away!” you shout into your pillow. “You, too, Sirius!”<br>
You can tell he probably flinches at the tone of your voice, but at the moment, you really don’t care. You push your head back under pillow, and before long, the sounds of several feet and a closing door alerts you to the fact they are gone.
Once you are for sure none of them will hear you, you let sobs wrack your body—crying for something from the past. Once again, Sirius has betrayed your trust. He wasn’t even going to tell you!
You don’t really notice the special treatment, because you are trying to figure out what it is that has Remus acting the way he does. As soon as he sees you in the corridors, he turns around and walks quickly in the opposite direction. Even if you try to catch up to him, the werewolf is too fast and you lose him in the crowded halls.
You are very grateful for the Hogsmeade trip that weekend. During your break downs, you completely forgot about it. Now that it is Saturday, you decide not to go on the trip with your friends. Of course, Sirius and James put of a rather good fight trying to convince you to come…<br>
~*~
“C’mon Dreams! We promise we won’t desert you at the Shrieking Shack!” James says as he pleads with your half-asleep form.
You groan and try to bury yourself under the piles of blankets you have on your bed. “No.”<br>
“Dreeeaaaaammssss,” James pleads with you. “Why not?”<br>
You cringe at his whining tone and shove your head under the pillow. “Because I’m tired, Prongs. Some people actually like to sleep past dawn…”
A low chuckle reaches your ears and you smile under the pillow. Your comment has dragged Remus out of his temporary silence, being the type of thing he fell in love with you because of.
Your humor.
“You’re making Sirius all depressed looking,” James taunts, still trying to get you out of bed.
You scream in frustration and rip the pillow off your head and glare at the idiot trying to get you out of bed. His hazel eyes widen slightly and he’s staring at you in surprise.
“Why are you so keen on getting me out of bed!?” you shout in his face. “Do you want to shag Lily in it or something?! What’s wrong with your own bed?”<br>
He stares at you in horror, before glancing up, apparently to Lily who is standing on the other side of the bed. She makes a noise resembling a drowning cat and quickly leaves the room. He sighs and moves away, but not before shooting you a glare.
“Fine, be like that. But see if I ever stick up for you when girls flock around Padfoot and he gets distracted because of the needs of his manhood,” he says thingyily, glaring at you.
You stare at him in surprise, even Remus looks shocked at the words that slipped out of his mouth turn out to be. You glance at Sirius, and notice his look of pure mortification. That’s when it hits you—this had happened before. Before you told them all your secrets (except the Dark Mark—that one you kept between you, Remus, and Sirius). Your heart burns, but you push it away so that you can cry when they’re gone.
“Tell me, oh Great Friend, how many times have you done this before?” you ask slyly.
In the corner of your eye, you notice Sirius frantically trying to keep James quiet. However, you knew one flaw in James Potter’s unbreakable pride—compliments. He doesn’t listen to anything or think about anything if one so much as barely compliments him on one of the stupidest things.
True to your prediction, he puffs out his chest greatly resembling a strutting rooster. “Oh, I’d say…at least one hundred…give or take a few at least…”
Your eyes fill with unwanted tears, even though you had been expecting that type of answer. Sighing, you curl back under the blankets to go to sleep again and pretend this has all been a bad dream. However, it doesn’t work quite that way, because James’ brain decides to figure out what exactly he said and its consequences.
“Oooh…this is bad…” he says, sounding eerily like a little child, singsong voice and all. “You know, on second thought, maybe sleeping in far away from Sirius is a good plan.”<br>
You can just imagine the livid look growing on your boyfriend’s face. You wait for his verbal attack on his pompous best friend, but are surprised greatly when the blankets are whipped off you, and another body flops down on the bed next to you. That figure then pulls those same blankets over the both of you heads.
Propping yourself up on your elbows, you glare over at James. “What are you doing in my bed?”<br>
He smiles nervously. “Shh…Sirius can’t find me here…”
Your jaw drops at his idiocy. “You imbecile! He saw you jump into my bed! Get out now!”<br>
“No! We’re having a sleepover! Did you forget?” he asks, his eyes pleading with you to hide him from your revenge-loving boyfriend.
You growl. “You are not, I repeat, are not pulling me any farther into this!” With that said, you push him off the bed and listen, satisfied, as a loud thump is heard, followed by a moan.
“Now all of you go away!” you shout into your pillow. “You, too, Sirius!”<br>
You can tell he probably flinches at the tone of your voice, but at the moment, you really don’t care. You push your head back under pillow, and before long, the sounds of several feet and a closing door alerts you to the fact they are gone.
Once you are for sure none of them will hear you, you let sobs wrack your body—crying for something from the past. Once again, Sirius has betrayed your trust. He wasn’t even going to tell you!
~*~
