Forever Yours

Music

When you arrived at school everyone froze in mid-stride and stared. It felt glamourous to step out of a crimson limousine with a handsome escort, like being a celebrity. One glance at Remus told you two things: he was not enjoying the attention as much as you were and he looked very dapper.

"That outfit looks nice on you. Dark blue is definitely your colour." You had said this to attempt to distract Remus from all of the stares, yet you immediately regretted it. Guys don't like to talk about fashion, you berated yourself.

"Thank you," Remus replied quietly, his pale cheeks turning slightly pink as both of you gaited inside the school for the dance.

Wait, pale... "Remus, you look a little sick. Are you feeling all right?"

"I've been a bit off-colour lately, but it'll pass."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."

"How?"

"It always passes."

"It's happened before?"

"Yes."

You fixed him with a calculating expression, however, when he returned your look with his placid, amber-eyed gaze all uneasiness, and all thought for that matter, melted away.

"Hey, Fantasy."

Tearing your eyes away from Remus with difficulty, you turned around to see who had spoken. "Gabby!"

She hugged you. "Don't you look sexy?" she teased.

You chuckled and retorted, "Not as sexy as you."

Gabrielle glanced down at her revealing golden frock. "True," she admitted.

"I never knew you two liked each other that way," joked Sirius, emerging from the shadows like a suave ghost.

In mock horror you breathed, "Now you know our secret."

"Yep, and the only way to get me to keep quiet about it is to let me watch the next time you both go at it," he grinned.

Gabby laughed and Remus shook his head.

You questioned Sirius, "Are James and Lily here?"

"Nah, James hates to dance."

"But he can dance, right? After all, if you put some Karate moves together it looks like a sort of dance."

"What does Karate have to do with James?"

"Remus said you lot had Defense classes at your old school."

Sirius' eyes met Remus' for an instant and a silent agreement passed between them. What that agreement was you could not begin to speculate.

"Let's dance, Gabby," suggested Sirius suddenly.

"Um, all right," she concurred.

In the time it took you to order, "Behave yourselves!" they were on the dance floor grinding to the loud rhythmic music, not behaving themselves. For their sakes you hoped a teacher didn't walk by.

"Who are you trying to impress?"

You turned to face the person that had asked the snide inquiry.

Marge Dursley smirked at you with a straw clamped between her hairy lips. It was not a pretty sight.

"What d'you want, Marge?" you demanded.

"To know who you're trying to impress with a dress that could look very pretty, but manages to look like trash on you."

You would have called her a few inappropriate words if Remus had not pleasantly interjected, "Fantasy looks beautiful like she always does and whomever she was trying to impress, as you put it, that person couldn't possibly be you, so your opinion about her appearance doesn't matter."

Murge huffed and stomped off.

"Thanks," you told Remus appreciatively; not many individuals stood up for you. "Marge probably hates you now."

"That's a shame. I loved her so much," responded Remus sarcastically.

You smiled. "Did you mean it when you said I was beautiful?"

A faint blush crept up Remus' neck and he nodded.

No one ever called you beautiful except your mother and mothers are supposed to consider their children lovely, so she did not count. You beamed at him. "You're sweet, Remus."

He returned your smile. "Would you like to dance, milady?"

"Absolutely."

The pair of you ambled out onto the dance floor and a slow love song began to play. This is either wonderfully romantic or pathetically cliché, you thought, hoping for the former.

Remus rested his hands lightly on your hips and you put your arms around his neck. At first you awkwardly averted your gaze to concentrate on how to maneuver your feet. Once the pattern of rotating in a gentle circle became simple enough that it no longer required all of your attention you lifted your eyes to meet Remus'.

You had the ability to look into the eyes of some people and know what they were thinking. Remus was not one of those people. He seemed well practised at hiding things. He may have been able to conceal his thoughts from you, however, his emotions were another story. It was obvious that he felt content affection when he looked at you.

His eyes had fascinated you since you met him, thus you were instinctively drawn to them. With each rotation of the dance the two of you were brought closer and closer together. You did not notice this until your bodies were pressed lightly together and you could feel Remus' warm, sweet breath against your face. The music and your heart caused your skin to pulse with a steady, rhythmic desire. Kiss me, Remus.

~

You were 'tragically' interrupted from doing your math homework the next morning, Saturday, by the ringing telephone.

You picked up the receiver. "House of Insanity, how may you help me?"

"Fantasy, you really need to quit saying that or someone is going to take you seriously one day and put you away," said Gabrielle's voice.

"Don't worry about me, Gabby."

"You? I'm worried about me. Where am I going to find a new best mate if you're sent away?"

With a chuckle you inquired, "Why did you ring?"

"To find out how your date went, of course."

"It was wonderful!" you exclaimed honestly. "Remus won over Mum, we rode in a red limo, he told off Marge, he called me beautiful, we danced, and on the way home he read me a poem he'd written me and blushed the whole time he read it. It was adorable!"

"Cute," Gabrielle agreed dismissively. "Did you snog?"

"There's more to a relationship than the physical part."

"Whatever. Did you snog?"

"No. We had the perfect opportunity, but I guess he didn't think it was appropriate since it was our first date." You sighed.

"What's wrong?"

"It's just that for the first time I wish he wasn't so polite. I really wanted that kiss!"

Gabby laughed.

"So, how was your evening?"

"When Sirius picked me up a bouquet appeared in his hand out of thin air, like magic! Sirius is a great dancer too. Did you see us dancing last night?"

Recalling the grinding, you stated monotonously, "I saw."

"Anyway, after everybody went home he snuck us into the go-cart place. The carts went faster than usual. It was so much fun!"

"That place has about five padlocks. How did he get you in?"

"He wouldn't let me watch him. I had to wait like six feet away." Despite the fact that you were unable to witness her you knew she was rolling her eyes. "I still tried to see, though. It looked like he was whispering and holding something."

Intrigued, you queried, "What was he holding?"

"It was too dark to see clearly, but I think it was long and thin. When I asked him about it he just winked deviously. God, you have no idea how sexy it is when he does that! It's also hot when he-"

You stopped listening then, and instead pondered what on earth Sirius could have used. A strange pick of some sort? Possible, but unlikely. What if-

"Fantasy!"

You lost your train of thought. "Huh?"

"Have you been listening?"

"Somewhat."

"Was I going on about Sirius too much?"

"Never," you gasped sarcastically, making it apparent that the answer was in the affirmative. Being truthful was a significant part of your friendship, though Gabby had a tendency to be too graphic and honest on occasion.

"Sorry. How about I go shag Sirius and you daydream about Remus?"

"Okay, but use protection."

"I always do. See ya."

"Bye." You glanced at the school assignment in front of you. Should I think about Remus or math? There was no contest.

You slid back into bed and wrapped your quilt around yourself and imagined it was Remus' arms. When you inevitably fell asleep you had very pleasant dreams.