"It's not enough to reach for love unless I care enough to give it"

Juliet's POV

Now that I was back at Hogwarts, after greeting my friends, I unpacked my belongings from my trunk to my dresser draws. Even though I was about as messy as they come, I tried my best to fold the clothes as my sister would, because I had no desire to iron my clothes once they become wrinkled. Alice even helped me, and showed me how to fold them the 'right way.'

As the new week of classes started up again, Muggle Studies became much harder than it had been before, and Remus and I began to study lots more outside of class. Surprisingly enough, I found myself getting nervous around Remus due to a couple of things.

1) Because he now knows about my lycanthropy.

2) Because of what Zoe said about how he 'fancies' me.

3) Because based on this past week, Zoe's statement is somewhat proving itself.

Yes, you heard me. Especially in the out of class time in which Remus and I spent studying for our Muggle Studies class, I've been noticing how odd the overall aura the situation has been. For one, just this past week, it's happened on multiple occasions where our hands have accidentally touched for some reason. Also, we've been making awkward eye contact with each other, and I've caught him looking at me multiple times. Remus also laughs at all of my jokes, and even I know that I'm not that funny.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that what Zoe said at the dinner table a couple weeks ago is turning out to look possibly somewhat true. And I have no idea how to feel about it. On one hand, Remus has been on our my best friends since our first year, and he's a werewolf. On the other hand, Remus is a very smart and reasonably attractive boy in my year, who has a crazy about of stuff in common with me. I'm just conflicted. Don't get me wrong, Remus is a great person, but he could just be being friendly and nice. I honestly can't tell the difference between that and flirting.

So I'll do what I do best: simply ignore everything about it and pretend nothing of the sort exists. Yep, that sounds about right.

So until the next full moon, which was in exactly twenty-four hours, I am planning on doing exactly that. And so far, it's going just as planned. Here I am right now, reviewing my Defense Against the Dark Arts assignment with Sirius and Remus. Our study plans were originally supposed to me just Remus and I, but after I had elaborated on the supposed fancying situation inside my head, I invited Sirius just to have another person present therefore we weren't alone. Also, Sirius is wickedly good at Defense Against the Dark Arts, so hopefully he'll help me on our given unit since the only unit I excel in is the unit on werewolves, which, unfortunately, wasn't until springtime.

We were currently learning about the three unforgivable curses just as we had previously done in our fourth year, only going deeper into its effects and consequences. After we had read an article about how the Imperius Curse is the only curse that's able to be defended against, Remus, Sirius, and I started to quiz each other on each unforgivable curse.

"Jules, which curse gives off a strong red light?" Remus asked me. This was easy, I knew it.

"The Cruciatus Curse," I replied, to receive a nod from Remus and a notion that it was now my turn to quiz Sirius. "Sirius, in what year were the unforgivable curses deemed unforgivable?" I asked him.

Clearly being the master of all things D.A.D.A, Sirius replied with no hesitation, "1717," which was the correct answer.

We continued reviewing for a long time, and before we knew it, darkness had fallen and the moon, now in a waxing gibbous phase, shined brightly in the sky. By looking at the moon, I could tell that its full phase was only a day away, and Remus and I gave each other a look as it shone through the windows into the library.

"Alright it's getting dark, so I'm going to head back to the common room," Sirius said to me and Remus, leaving us alone together in the back corner of Hogwarts' library.

Well isn't this just grand: Remus and I alone yet again. Shocker.

Now sitting across from each other at one of the tables, Remus and I continued to work in silence, trying our best to get ahead on the lengthy Defense Against the Dark Arts assignment that we were required to complete by the end of the week. Oh, how I hated this class, but at least I had someone to work on the assignments with.

Time seemed to pass slower than ever as we sat in silence so quiet that you could hear a pin drop from halfway across the library. Soon the silence was driving me insane, and i broke it by asking Remus for help on a certain question on one of our assignments.

"What did you get for question number seven?" I asked.

Remus fidgeting with his quill, and tapped it against the table before saying, "C."

As both of us scribbled the answers to the multiple choice questions we were given for other classes, the silence remained among us, and it was obviously killing me. And as the time allotted between each of our conversations grew, the overall mood of it became more and more awkward. I kind of wanted to just get up and leave, but I didn't want to be rude. After a near fifteen minutes of silence, Remus asked a question to me.

He quietly whispered, "With the full moon tomorrow, are you planning on staying in the shack with me?"

I could tell he was expecting a yes, but I really was feeling uncomfortable about this whole thing. After all, my plan was to avoid everything to do with Remus since Zoe's explanation from the holiday dinner was making itself truer by the minute. But I didn't want to be rude, and it would be overall much easier to deal with, and it was incredibly nice of Remus to offer me safety there in the first place.

"Yes, of course." I replied back, "it's getting late so I think I'm going to head back to my dorm now."

"I'll walk you," Remus kindly offered.

So together we walked from the library, through the many corridors, to the Gryffindor common room. Once secure in the common room, Remus and I parted ways and headed for our separate dorms.

"Goodnight, Jules," he called out.

"Goodnight, Moony."

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