Chapter 16 : Chapter 16: The Aftermath
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"I have a boyfriend," I said. That was one of the many reasons why we shouldn't have done that.
Remus leaned against a wall, watching me.
"Break up with him."
I whirled around to look at him, my hair flying around me.
"No!" I cried.
"That's not a reason, Elizabeth," he said, straightening and getting off the wall. He walked towards me.
"I-I . . ." I stuttered, and ended up trailing off.
He held my cheek and angled it up. He leaned in and slowly began to kiss me. I melted into his arms, feeling quite a bit like Jell-O.
I pulled away.
"I have a boyfriend!" I yelped, turning away and continuing my pacing.
"Break up with him," he said again.
I sighed, feeling extremely frustrated.
"Onto reason two, because you aren't listening to me. You don't like me!" I ran a hand through my black hair.
Next thing I knew, his body was pressed against mine, and I was against a wall.
"Now you don't really believe that, do you?" he asked. I looked up into his dark eyes. He leaned to kiss me a third time. I slid out from between him and the wall, and started my pacing again.
"I do," I said quietly.
"Well, I do. I like you a lot," he said, once again walking toward me.
I held up my hand in the universal sign to stop. Well, apparently universal except for Remus because he kept walking toward me.
"Just stand there for a second, okay, Remus?" I asked nervously. He would not stop looking at me. It's a little unnerving, actually.
I nibbled on my fingernails.
"I can't believe I did that!" I said fretfully, wringing my hands. "I'm a Ravenclaw! We think before we act!"
Remus smiled lazily. "I'm a Gryffindor. We act before we think."
I glared at him.
"See, we contradict each other," I said haughtily.
"Like puzzle pieces. Doesn't that mean we're perfect together?" he pointed out.
"Dammit!" I said, sitting on the bed, looking at my dress covered knees.
I felt the bed sinking down next to me. I looked at Remus, as he pulled me toward him, his arm wrapped around my waist. He once again tilted my chin up and pressed his lips against mine slowly.
I made a soft noise of approval and wrapped my arms around his neck and standing, pulling us out of the awkward position.
The door flew open and I heard a girl squeak. I pulled out of the kiss and found Lily standing in the doorway.
"Sorry! Wrong door!" she said nervously, closing the door and running off.
"Mushroom," I groaned. "Now she's going to think we're together."
"Aren't we?" he murmured.
"Not right now, Remus."
"What am I going to do?" I asked, once again wringing my hands.
"Are you in love with Michael?" Ashley asked.
"I don't know."
"Are you in love with Remus?"
"I don't know about him, either."
Ashley sighed, leaning back in her chair.
"You are really not making this easy on yourself," she told me, brushing some of her hair out of her eyes.
I glared at her.
"You think I didn't notice that?"
"Of course you noticed, I'm just stating the obvious," Ashley muttered, rolling her eyes.
"What do I do?" I asked, looking at my best friend.
"I think you should break up with Michael," she said, sitting up.
"Why?" I asked, wanting to know why she thought that.
"Because you're leading him on. You have feelings for Remus, and that's not fair for Michael."
"You're right," I said, slumping into my chair.
"Of course I am."
While I had around a week to prepare myself for seeing Michael and breaking up with him, I didn't. Why else would I be so scared?
"I can't do this."
"Yes, you can, Elizabeth."
"No, I can't!" I said, shaking my head back and forth, my hair slapping me in the face.
Lily pushed me forward, even though I was digging my heels into the ground.
"Come on, Elizabeth. Michael is a very nice guy. He will not hate you. He loves you, remember?"
"You're really not helping," I informed her, being pushed through Platform 9 ¾.
"Oh, well. It was fun being your friend!" Lily said cheerfully.
"Elizabeth!" Ashley yelled, appearing in front of us. "It's been so long!" she cried dramatically.
"A whole day," I replied, my voice monotone.
"Exactly!" Ashley threw an arm into the arm. "Forever!"
I rolled my eyes.
"I'm not in the mood for this."
"Who says wet blanket anymore?"
"I do. Duh," Ashley said, flipping her hair over her shoulder.
"Hey, where did Lily go?" I asked, looking around.
"To get us a compartment."
I looked over at Katie.
"When did you get here?"
"Around the same time you became a wet blanket. Leslie went with Lily, by the way."
"Alright. Let's go join them," I said, heading toward the train.
I'm apparently good at procrastinating and avoidance. How else would I be able to avoid my boyfriend for three whole days while we have similar classes, are in the same house, and have been going out for months? Because I'm good at avoidance! Yeah, be jealous. But all good things must come to an end.
"Oh. Hi, Michael," I said awkwardly, running a hand through my dark curls.
"Hello, Elizabeth! I've been looking for you," he said. He also looked awkward. I averted my eyes.
"We need to talk," I blurted out.
"That we do."
I took his hand and lead him to the seventh floor corridor.
"Just wait a second," I muttered, starting to walk back and forth thinking hard about a small secluded room. A door appeared and I pulled Michael inside.
"Where are we?" he asked, looking around.
"Not important." I said, waving him off. "We have to talk."
"I know. I have something to tell you, Elizabeth."
I looked up at him sharply.
"What is it?" I asked nervously. This could be either good or bad for me.
He looked away.
"I met someone," he said.
"Oh," I muttered, pushing hair away from my face. "Who?"
He looked back at me.
"You don't know her. She's a Hufflepuff," Michael said quietly.
"What's her name?" I whispered.
"I'm sorry, Elizabeth," he said, running a hand along my arm comfortingly.
Truth be told, I did not expect to feel this awful. I never thought that I would be the type to be heartbroken over a guy. But look at me now. I feel like curling up and crying. It's times like this that make me wish my mum was here.
"You should go," I choked out, wiping away a small tear from my cheek.
"Okay. Goodbye, Elizabeth," he whispered, sliding out. The door closed with a small click. At the tiny noise, I found myself falling to the ground.
It was sort of like an out of body experience. I knew that I was breaking up with him, but for some reason hearing that he found someone else, especially after telling me that he loved me, hurt. He met someone that he liked more than me. It really hurt. I wiped the tears from my cheeks. I knew I must look awful.
I sat on one of the chairs, pulling my hair away from my face, keeping it from sticking to my tears.
"Elizabeth?" came a voice from the door.
My head shot up.
"Remus?" I croaked, wincing at the sound of my voice. "What are you doing here?"
"I have my ways."
I tried to hold back my tears to avoid making a fool of myself. They were falling down my cheeks and I couldn't stop them.
Remus was suddenly so close to me. His calloused hand brushed away a thin dark curl from sticking to my face from my tears.
"It's okay, Elizabeth," he whispered.
"We broke up," I muttered, trying to look away, but he kept my head looking up at him. I felt my lip quivering, and I glanced down, feeling painfully embarrassed. I was this sad about a guy. I felt pathetic.
Remus wiped away my tears.
"It'll be okay, Elizabeth." He held my shaking body to his. I buried my head into his neck. He smelled good.
He pulled away to look at me. His thumb was swirling around my cheek. Slowly, he lowered his lips to mine.
It was such a slow kiss it almost hurt. I pressed my lips to his frantically.
It just felt right.
My air was running out yet I didn't care. Then he pulled away, a small smile on his lips, yet his breath ragged.
"I love you, Elizabeth."
"Merlin, I can't do this," I moaned, turning away. What is with these people? Since when did I become so attractive? Because why else would they decide they're in love with me. "You can't be in love with me."
"Why are you trying to tell me how to feel?"
I whirled around to look at him.
"I think you need to give me some space," I said softly.
"So I can think."
"So you can think?" he repeated slowly. "Fine." Remus walked out of the room. The door closed with a soft click.
"I'm an awful person," I moaned, hiding my face in my hands, making my voice come out slightly muffled.
"No you're not, Elizabeth," Ashley said, pulling me into a hug. "You're just . . . Conflicted."
"And because I'm conflicted, I could be ruining a potential relationship," I replied.
"I'm ignoring what you just said," Ashley said, pushing her hair off her shoulder.
"Sometimes that's best," I sighed, getting up and heading toward my bed. "Good night, Ashley."
"Good night, Elizabeth."
Avoiding Remus was surprisingly easy. I had a feeling Sirius only came up and talked to me when Remus was nowhere near us.
I was currently in the library, working on my essay for Potions. A thick black curl fell into my eyes, and I brushed it away.
"Lizzie! This is an intervention!"
I looked up at Sirius wearily.
"Dear Remus is not acting very Remus-y," he said, pulling out a chair and straddling it.
I rolled my eyes.
"What does that have to do with me?"
It was Sirius' turn to roll his eyes.
"I know that you're not that oblivious, Lizzie. I know he kissed you."
"Why does that matter?" I asked stiffly.
"I get that you needed time, but how much time could you possibly need! It's been two days!"
"Most people need more than just two days. I get that you would only need two hours, I'm not you."
"Don't take out your anger on me," Sirius replied easily.
I huffed and started packing my things into my bag. I leaned into my chair after placing the full bag onto the table.
"Tell me what you want."
"I want you to talk to Remus," he said, moving my bag over so he could look at me.
I sighed heavily.
"Will it make you stop bothering me?" I asked.
"Yes, it will." He replied with a smirk.
"Fine. I will."
Sirius grinned brightly.
"Thank you, Elizabeth."
I giggled a little at his child-like enthusiasm.
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