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Gold On the Ceiling by ataxaphobia
Chapter 5 : Chapter Five
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I was up before the sun, worrying about seeing Remus. Is it natural to behave this way?

I don’t think its natural.

But my mental health really wasn’t a top concern for me anymore. Remus and I were supposed to take our relationship to the “next level” later that day and I was in full panic mode. I made sure my hair was perfect, that my robes were pressed, and that I had a whole slew of witty remarks prepared for any moment so that Remus would think I was adorable.

I had everything together and was halfway out the common room before I realized I hadn’t applied any deodorant and had to run back up to the dorm, leaving behind a very confused Nola.

Like I said, mental health wasn’t important. How could it be when I couldn’t even figure out what “next level” meant?

By the time I reached the breakfast table and slid down next to Connor I had worked myself into a frenzy.

“Is she okay?” I heard him mutter to Nola. I could feel his eyes on me, but I was too busy trying to eat without throwing up.

“Oh yeah,” Nola said nonchalantly, buttering her toast. “Don’t bother with her, she’s just in love.”

I sent her the most vicious glare I could muster and sent her a kick under the table. I must have missed though because a poor little second year jumped about a foot in the air, spilling pumpkin juice everywhere.

“Oh, bugger,” said Connor, holding up his now soaking Potions textbook. The ink was already running by the time he was able to pull out his wand and siphon all the juice off.

Being a Ravenclaw was risky business.

“Now what were you saying about little ol’ Sophie here being in love?” I could hear the grin in his voice.

Oh, bugger indeed.

“Oh nothing!” I squeaked out, my voice at an unnatural volume. A nervous giggle escaped me and I took that as my cue to pack up and leave. “You know Nola, always the kidder she is!”

And just like that I was out of the Great Hall, nothing more than a cackling mass of black robes and brown hair.

When I entered the Transfiguration classroom a few minutes later, I was still feeling pretty flustered. So it didn’t help at all that Remus was already there.

“Oh, Sophie, you’re here! Sit by me today?”

I felt my insides melt a little. Nola’s words floated through my head, ”Don’t bother with her, she’s in love.” I felt myself blush.

“Are you okay? You look at little… peaky.”

“Fine,” I squeaked, and couldn’t help but mentally slap myself. What the hell was happening to my voice today?

As the rest of the class slowly filled the room, I decided that I needed to find a way to control this ridiculous lack of ability I seemed to go through every time Remus was around, let alone mentioned.

I had filled up an entire foot of parchment with ideas within minutes, but nothing seemed like an adequate solution. I was about to give up when a stupid little yellow bird landed on the table in front of me.

“Miss Days, would care to demonstrate?” The sharp voice of Professor McGonagall filled my ears. It was obvious that she knew I wasn’t paying attention, but I didn’t care. I had mastered that particular spell back in fourth year.

With a silent wave of my wand, a small flock of twittering blue birds appeared and zoomed around the room; I couldn’t help but swell with pride. Wandwork always had a way of clearing my head. With an approving nod from McGonagall and some reluctant applause from my peers, I made the birds disappear.

Wait a one bleeding second…

That was the answer to my problems! From the on, anytime Remus crossed my mind I would just do some quick spell work! Not to mention it was the perfect way to sneak in some extra studying for exams.

Merlin, I am such a Ravenclaw.

“You’re really good at Transfiguration,” said Remus as we walked out of the classroom and into the crowed hallway. We were shoulder to shoulder with the other students, and foreign smells filled my nostrils, but that didn’t stop the blush from creeping up into my cheeks. For all I knew, in that moment Remus and I were the only people in the world.

Remembering my plan, I did a quick movement of my wand from inside my pocket and performed the first spell that came to mind, which was of course Avis.

Remus chuckled his deep, sexy chuckle as the small birds filled the dark hallway. A few students had to duck and use their backpacks as shields as the birds began to attack, but I didn’t really care because my plan had worked and there were no butterflies in my stomach.

“Now you’re just showing off.”

“Oh, don’t be silly, Remus,” I laughed, bumping into his arm softly with my shoulder. Dear God, was I actually flirting? “I’m sure you’re pretty good with a wand.”

A strong arm wrapped itself around my shoulders and gave a tight squeeze. Without warning, I felt Remus’ hot breath against my ear. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you just made a dirty joke at my expense.”

A knot filled in my throat and I slapped my hand over my mouth. “I didn’t—I would never—Oh, my—“

I was getting flustered again. Think of the plan… So without a second thought I waved my wand to the left, performing a random incantation under my breath. I barely even registered the first year who began to tap dance uncontrollably.

It didn’t work though. Remus still had his arm around me and my body temperature was rising considerably. He smelled of sandalwood, bonfire, and chocolate.

It was intoxicating.

“You should never apologize for a good joke, whether dirty, unintentional, or— oh shit.” Remus stopped in his tracks, almost pulling me to the ground as he still had his arm wrapped around me. I regained my balance and cocked an eyebrow in confusion.

“Don’t look now, but Rebecca Swanson is right over there,” his voice was low and rushed, and he had a sort of wild look in his honey eyes. “I can’t say for certain that she saw us, but to be sure…. Is it okay is I kiss you right now?”

If I had been flustered before, it was nothing to how I felt right in that moment. I would have liked to have sat down and sorted through the sheer magnitude of different emotions flooding my psyche, maybe make a pros and cons list, but didn’t get such a chance because in a blink of an eye Remus had one calloused hand on the back of my neck and was pulling me in close.

Our chests connected first – was that my heart beating at an alarming pace or his? I wasn’t able to tell her my body stopped and his began.

And then, with his chapped, pink lips only millimeters from my own, time seemed to stand completely still. His honey-colored eyes bore down into my brown ones, and just like that time in Hogsmeade, I could clearly make out the golden flecks that were embedded throughout his irises. His pale face was littered with even paler scars, many of which I had somehow never noticed before.

He was beautiful.

I wanted to say something, anything, but my brain was a pile of useless mush. I could feel beads of sweat forming along my brow, my mouth growing dry.

Maybe Remus could see the desperation is my eyes because he let out soft laugh and closed the impossibly short distance between us. Our lips connected in a mixture of rough skin and saliva. We were like two perfectly fitting puzzle pieces.

But just as quick as the moment occurred, it ended.

Remus jerked away from me as a loud shriek filled the now near-empty hallway. Rebecca Swanson was standing there looking murderous, clinging desperately to her little blonde friend. I couldn’t help but make eye contact with her, and I felt a shiver of shock run down my spine.

But the moment passed and Swanson stormed off around the corner, dragging her friend with her. I probably should have been more concerned for my safety, but I was sitting pretty on Cloud Nine and nothing could touch me in that moment.

Remus was officially my new favorite flavor.

“Look, don’t let her scare you, okay?” The tone of Remus’ voice ripped me from me reverie. Why wasn’t he was happy and flustered as I was? Where was his Cloud Nine? “You’re much more magically advanced than she is, but I wouldn’t discount her spirit.”

I shrugged off his warning. I wasn’t scared of some fifth-year Hufflepuff. But I was nervous about Remus’ lack of reaction to the possible life-changing event that just happened.

Was I risking my safety – and emotional stability – for nothing?

“We’re going to be late for Herbology,” he mumbled, stuffing his hands into his pockets and heading off down the hallways.

“What the—“

By the time I crawled into bed that night, I was ready to pull all my hair out or jump off the astronomy tower. Possibly both.

First, Remus had continued to be cold and distant from me for the rest of day. In Herbology, we arrived late and were forced to sit at the front of the room. We were continuing work on our Snargaluff Pods, which required quite a bit of effort so there wasn’t a lot of room for talking.

But then after lunch, in Ancient Runes, Remus made a beeline for an empty desk in the back of the room rather than the one I had saved next to me. I had tried to catch his eye a couple of times, but turning around in my chair was difficult and Professor Adams sent me scathing looks every time I tried.

Then there was the fact that I couldn’t walk through the hallways without randomly tripping over thin air, breaking out in random dance, or speaking in gibberish. Even as I sat in the Great Hall eating my lunch, it wasn’t until Nola began to laugh uproariously that I realized my hair had been turned an appalling shade of green.

It wasn’t until my bag ripped in half spilling ink all over my Ancient Runes essay that I realized what was going on.

I had looked up just in time to see a head of distinct brunette curls whip around the corner. The one and only Rebecca Swanson and her little friends had apparently made it their top priority to make my life a living hell.

I was being stalked by fifth years.

I groaned loudly and shoved my pillow over my face. At least now I was back in the safety of my own dorm.

“Suffocating yourself isn’t going to solve anything,” said Nola, coming to sit down next to me. She ripped the pillow off my face and looked down at me curiously. “What’s wrong with you anyway?”

I laid there for a moment, trying to find the right way to describe my day to her.

“Do I smell? Because I distinctly remember putting on deodorant this morning, but I have to know for sure. You know, for research purposes.”

Nola opened her mouth to answer, but quickly snapped it back shut. She leaned over me and took a big whiff, her red hair tickling the exposed skin of my arm. “Nope, you smell like a mixture of cinnamon and vanilla. Strange, but kind of nice actually.”

I groaned and pulled the pillow back over my head. I had made about ten different lists, all trying to figure out Remus’ weird behavior. In the end, smelling bad was the only logical reason I could come up with, other than the fact that boys are just barmy.

“Does this have anything to do with going to the ‘next level’?”

I groaned again. “Don’t remind me,” my voice was muffled from the fabric, but I knew she understood me. The beauty of best friends.

Nola nudged me in a silent plea for more information and I couldn’t help but oblige. “Remus… well, he, uh, he kissed me today.”

Just the thought of it brought a flurry of emotions to the surface. And by Nola’s girlish giggle I knew that my face was bright red.

“That’s so exciting! Normally I don’t condone this sort of behavior but you seem to really like the kid!” She was practically jumping on the bed. “But wait…” she paused, her grin slowly morphing into a frown. “Why are you so glum? Do I need to beat the shit out of someone?”

I couldn’t help by laugh at her overprotective behavior. “No, no violence need.” The thought of Rebecca Swanson crossed my mind. “Not yet, anyway.”

Nola and I spent the rest of the evening discussing and dissecting the kiss and the ramifications that followed. At one point we even began to go over the many lists I had made on the situation. But sleep soon took over and neither of us could come up with a solution, a rare occurrence for a Ravenclaw.

A/N: Here you go! It a little longer than the other chapters, with a whole lot more action! I hope you like it.

And like always if you see any mistakes please let me know!

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