Wolfie Wolfie

Snivilly? Siriusly?

It was Sunday morning. James was off at Quiditch practice, we were playing Ravenclaw next week and Peter was off doing something, probably off gibbering about rabbits again. Which left me and Remus doing our questions and answers for Care of Magical Creatures. Every now and again I'd glance up from my parchment to look at Remus and every time my heart skipped a little in my chest. On my sixth glance he caught my eyes and we ended up staring at each other, him slightly confused and me not wanting to look away.

"Do you need some help?" he asked softly.

I tried to connect my brain and mouth. I wanted to scream at him that I loved him and wanted to screw him six ways 'till Sunday. But all that came out was:

"Ughnff?"

"What?" he said, a smile starting to twitch his mouth.

"Oh, uh, no thanks," I said, pulling my eyes from his and back to my work.

I closed my eyes to collect my thoughts for just a moment, but an image of Remus in the shower popped up in my mind. His naked body hot and wet, droplets of water cascading down his scared skin...

"What?" said Remus, jolting me and making me feel guilty.

"Wha?" I said, looking around.

"You said my name," he said, "actually, you moaned it."

"Wha- did I? Oh, right, yeah, because I'm stuck, yeah."

He raised an eyebrow. I screamed inwardly,  flicking trough my notes quickly.

"Yeah, on Snarglumphs," I babbled, "do they prefer marshlands or forests?"

"Neither," he said with a full on smile that made me feel like I was melting, "they like deserts."

"Oh, right, yeah."

I hit my head on the table and groaned. I'm such a prat. Why am I like this? Am I a freak or something? I shook my head, I'd been down this train of thought before and every time it killed me a little. If the feelings for Remus were wrong, then I didn't want to be right.

I glanced up one last time, made a copule of scribbled notes, closed my books and stood up. 

"I'll be back in a bit, Moony," I said, "I'm just going for a walk, it's too stuffy in here."

"that's ok," he said, not looking up.

I paused for just a moment, then left the room quickly, not daring to look back. It was too close back there, I couldn't let him know, not yet, not until I was ready. I shook my head. Why did I have to feel like this?

I wandered down many hallways until I rounded one corner of the third floor in the west wing. I came face-to-face with Snape and Peter, who were standing close together, talking in low voices.  

"Well, what do we have here?" I said, my  mouth working on automatic, "I see you have a date, Snivilly. Took you long enough." 

"Shut it, Black, I'm not like that," Snape snarled.

"Oh, little protective, aren't we?" I said, strolling forwards a little bit.

"Piss off, Black," Snape hissed.

"Peter," I said, turning to the twitching boy, "don't you have something else to be doing? Remus is in the common room, if you need help with your work."

Peter nodded and scuttled off. Snape turned on his heel and began to walk in the other dirrection, but I grabbed his arm and forced him to face me. 

"Listen to me, Snape," I growled, "I don't know what you're up to with Peter, but you better not make him into one of your lot."

"Get off of me," he snapped, trying to shrug me off.