#sixth year

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Remus didn’t particularly love Hogsmeade weekends during the winter months. The snow and the cold always made him reluctant to leave the warmth of the Common Room and the comfort of his book. It was Lily who had convinced him to go. She knew he had a weakness for chocolate and promised him a bar of Honeyduke’s best if he joined the group. He wasn’t thrilled. Besides, Sirius was going on a date with Marlene. Their first real date. It had been just three days ago that Sirius had crawled into Remus’ bed to tell him he had asked the girl to be his girlfriend after a common room party. He wasn’t sure why, but he had snapped at his friend, irritated by the subject for unknown reasons. Remus didn’t know why the idea bugged him so much – Sirius could date whoever he pleased. 

“What should I wear?” Sirius asked aloud to the dorm. 

James rolled his eyes. “Just wear that bloody leather jacket of yours. All the girls seem to love it.”

Peter huffed. “I ought to get one of those. Maybe then Emmeline will go out with me.”

“Good thinking, Pete,” James clapped him on the shoulder.

Sirius sighed in annoyance. “You guys are really no help at all, you know that.”

“I don’t even know why you care so much,” Remus interjected in a bitter tone before he could stop himself. “It’s too cold to go out without a winter coat, so no one’s even going to see what you’re wearing.”

Remus almost regretted talking to Sirius that way after seeing the boy’s slightly hurt expression. But he felt remorse for only a moment before Sirius shot back a reply.

“You’re just jealous,” the smug bastard accused.

“What?!” Remus asked incredulously.

“Yeah, you’re just jealous that I have a girl to date and you don’t.”

Remus rolled his eyes. “Forget who you’re talking to? I’m not James. I couldn’t care less about having a date.”

Peter let out a nervous squeak, no doubt uncomfortable by his friend's seemingly confrontational interaction.

“I’d be offended if it wasn’t true,” James acknowledged as he stood from his bed. “Come on, lads. I’m sure the girls are waiting for us. Remus, Pete, go ahead,” he turned to Sirius. “Find your gloves, Padfoot; Moony was right, it’s bloody freezing.”

Remus had gotten used to the fact that James and Sirius were best friends above all else. However, it still irritated him when James seemed to politely shove him and Peter out of the room to have a private conversation with Sirius as if they weren’t all close. How come James thought he was the only one who could console Sirius?

Despite having many words to say to his bespectacled friend, Remus grabbed his winter apparel and walked out with Peter. When they got down to the Common Room, the girls were already there just as James had predicted.

Lily looked over when she heard their footsteps approaching. “Oh, there you are. Where are the other two?”

“Sirius is having an outfit dilemma,” Remus replied as he wrapped his red and gold scarf around his neck. “You owe me so much chocolate.”

Lily laughed, “Anything for you, Remus.”

Remus could hear Marlene giggling with Mary over Sirius being nervous for their date, and he wanted to rip his ears from his head. They hadn’t even left Gryffindor Tower yet, and Remus was already done with this whole affair. Besides, the moon was barely a week away, which never helped his mood.

Finally, after what felt like ages of mindless conversation, the two raven-haired boys’ presence was announced by James Potter’s loud voice. “Alright, Evans? You’re looking gorgeous on this fine morning. I am truly blessed by the sight of you.”

“Too bad I can’t say the same to you, Potter,” Lily quipped. “Careful, or I’ll hex your bollocks off.”

“Fiesty today, Evans?” James smirked as he ran a hand through his hair. 

“Lovely,” Dorcas deadpanned. “On that note, let’s go. I’m dying to get to The Three Broomsticks.”

As the group walked the path to the small magic village, the cold nipped at Remus’ face. The snow from last week crunched under his feet while he walked next to James behind Sirius and Marlene, but in front of Peter and the other girls. James was going on about something Quidditch-related, but Remus was too distracted. How could he be expected to focus on anything but Sirius and Marlene’s linked hands swinging right in front of him?

It felt like Sirius was trying to flaunt it in all of their faces. The two of them had only been “going out” for barely three days. What did Marlene have to offer Sirius anyway? Sure, Remus liked her as much as the other girls. She was smart and nice, but had a rebellious streak to match Sirius. She was objectively pretty, he guessed, with her bleached blonde hair down her mid-back and light brown eyes to balance it. But she and Sirius were too much alike. They were always butting heads. Both hotheadded and stubborn – too confident for their own good. Sirius needed someone to complement him. A voice of reason. Someone who knew how to deal with his broody moods and recklessness. Someone who knew what to say when his family was getting to him. Marlene didn’t know Sirius like Remus did. Sirius needed someone like –  someone like–

Remus watched as Sirius threw his head back and laughed at something Marlene had said. His hand was on the small of her back. He leaned in and placed a smiling kiss on her cheek.

Remus stopped dead in his tracks.

Oh.

Oh.

Shit.

Someone like me.

“Remus, are you alright?” Lily asked, placing a hand on his shoulder. He had stopped right in front of her, and James turned to look at him from a few paces ahead. 

“Yeah,” Remus cleared his throat, and he was sure his face was beginning to redden. He hoped his friends thought it was from the cold. “Yeah, I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?”

“Okay,” Lily dragged out the word. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, Lily,” Remus caught James' suspicious gaze. “I'm good.”

“Alright then.” She joined back up with the rest of the group as they walked the last stretch of the path. But Remus felt James' eyes on him still.

The rest of the Hogsmeade visit was an agonizing affair. Remus watched Sirius and Marlene disdainfully, and when he wasn’t glaring, his eyes found their way to his lap, thinking about how he could have possibly allowed himself to get into this situation. And of course, there was the piercing feeling of James’ eyes on him. That boy really needed to get a life. Remus knew that there would be a conversation with his not-so-covert friend in the not-too-distant future. 

Remus had never been more glad when Lily and Dorcas suggested heading back to the castle. He had wanted to leave for hours, but couldn’t come up with a good enough excuse. He was finally starting to calm himself down and was ready to have a nice cup of tea in the common room, his book at the ready to escape this hellish reality. Unfortunately for Remus, he had to watch as Sirius and Marlene fumbled with excuses to stay longer, even though everyone else knew they were just going to find a quiet corner to snog in. Fuck this. Fuck this day.

Remus was silent the whole walk back to the castle, barely noticing the freezing wind blowing at his scarf. As soon as they made it to Gryffindor Tower, he went straight up to his dorm, alone at last. Finally.

Remus began to take off his hat and gloves, placing them back in his trunk. All he needed was a moment to reorganize his thoughts. This could be much, much worse. 

Actually, it couldn’t. He was in love with his best friend. His best friend who was a boy. He was in love with his best friend, who was a boy, and he probably had been for years. And he didn’t know what to do.

You couldn’t pick a struggle, Remus scowled to himself. Bad enough to be a werewolf. You had to be a gay werewolf in love with your best friend.

Of course, his solitude couldn’t last forever, because naturally, James had decided he needed to be involved. 

“So,” James said as he closed the door behind him, quickly casting a silencing charm. “You need to tell me something?”

Remus flashed his eyes at his friend, a slightly unsettling yellow that seemed to appear closer to the full moon. “What are you talking about?”

“Oh, cut the shit, Remus.” James crossed the room so he was next to Remus. “I know something is wrong.”

“Everything is fine,” Remus busied himself with pretending to fix the covers on his bed. 

“Uh huh, sure. So you weren’t glaring at Sirius and Marlene all afternoon?” James prodded. “And you weren’t ignoring the conversations, or staring into your lap, or making that face you make whenever we’re annoying you.”

“Leave it, James,” Remus scowled.

“Yep, that’s the one,” James frowned. “Is it Marlene? I know that you’re really only close with Lily, but they are all still our friends. Marlene’s nice and Sirius likes her –”

“I know that,” Remus snapped.

“Well then, what’s the issue?” James looked perplexed. “Are you jealous of Sirius? I know it’s hard sometimes to see other people in relationships, believe me, I know, but you can’t take it out on them. They’re our friends. You’ll get your turn eventually, there's no point in being jealous of him–”

“Don’t you get it, James?!” Remus was shouting as he turned to face James sharply. “I’m not jealous of Sirius. I don’t want a girlfriend.”

James looked a little frightened by Remus’ anger and took a step back. “Then what is it?”

Remus had definitely said too much. He hadn’t meant for it to come out like that. He didn’t want James to know yet. He didn’t want anyone to know. His breaths were heavy, and he felt his heart rate quicken. “Don’t you know when to leave well enough alone, James?”

Tears were threatening to fall from Remus’ eyes. Everything felt so wrong, so heavy. Like it was all caving in around him, he sank to the floor, pulling his knees to his chest. James was there in an instant, crouched beside him with a hand on his shoulder.

“Remus,” James said in a comforting tone. “It’s okay, it’s okay.”

“No, it’s not,” Remus barely breathed out. 

“Please, Remus, tell me what’s wrong.”

Remus closed his eyes and shook his head. “You’ll hate me.”

“Well, I doubt that.” James sat all the way down beside him. “You’ve trusted me with one secret; trust me with this.”

Remus swallowed. He took a deep, shaky breath. “I’m not jealous of Sirius. It’s someone else.”

James nodded. “Okay…if it’s not Sirius, then who?”

“James,” Remus croaked. He didn’t know if he could say it.

“Remus?”

He took another breath. “It’s Marlene.”

James looked at Remus confusedly. “Marlene? What do you mean?”

Remus gave James a pained look. “Connect the dots, James.”

There was silence for a moment before it seemed to click in his friend's brain. “Oh.”

Jealous Lily when she has not yet accepted her feelings for James.

She's so angry because everyone is always staring at James, fluttering around him, laughing at his jokes. He's on everyone's lips, like a superstar and she's so pissed because she's starting to GET IT and she doesn't want to.

Because she knows James is hot but he's also pretty, his smile is beautiful and his voice mesmerizing, his laugh is loud but contagious and he's been acting differently lately, he's still an idiot but at the same time he's... Gentle. Of course everyone is in love with him. Prick. Fucking attractive prick.

So Lily is furious.

She's sick of watching people touching him, hugging him, dancing with him in parties, even kissing him in the cheek. It's infuriating. Why he has to be THE James Potter? And, above all, why SHE, who saw his weak points, was also attracted to the strong ones?

It was obvious that everyone was going to be at his feet, because they only saw how cool, strong, flattering and funny James Potter was. But did they also see his arrogance? His wicked intelligence? Did they see his ability to scheme and get away with it?

Would all those people who idolize James Potter do so if, like her, they knew what his faults were?

Because if they did it, it meant they really understood him, and Lily was sure that all those people infatuated with James didn't really understand him.

Or maybe she didn't want them to understand.

Maybe she wanted to be the only one who saw beyond the magnificent James Potter. The only one who would look at him and really see him. The only one who would only laugh if his jokes were funny and not to fatten his ego, the only one who would hug him after a Quidditch match because she knew how hard he worked to not lose his pride, the only one who would kiss him on the cheek and dance with him at parties because beyond the pedestal, she knew that James was just another person, with worldly desires.

Maybe she was fed up with James Potter being THE boy and THE person at Hogwarts, because she only wanted to be around James, who was just a boy and another person at Hogwarts, with his qualities and flaws. She didn't want the glare around him, she wanted his core, his truth.

Summary:

As sixth year at Hogwarts begins, Remus Lupin and Regulus Black climb onto the Hogwarts Express together after an unforgettable summer. Remus, with his long held feelings for his best friends brother, decides it's finally time to become a man of action.

Only Sirius Black, couldn't care less about Remus Lupin, the same Ravenclaw numpty who took his brother from him. No, he's too preoccupied with his mysterious pen-pal from fourth year Muggle Studies. This was his year to finally uncover his identity in pursuit of a great epic love.

What happens when Sirius rejects Remus in front of the whole school, only to find out it's the very same mysterious boy behind the letters that's kept him afloat?

Everyone says "it gets easier". Full of false hope and promises. Fourth year leaves you on the best high of your life, 5th year is hard and it only gets worse. Everyday. So why does everyone act as if its one day of hardship? "Its a marathon not a sprint!". That doesn't mean anything. Its the longest thing of your entire life and it kills you.

At least at the start of LC, everyone is in it together. On the first day people text "good luck!" and everyone is shaking with nerves; together.

But after English paper 1, and 2, everyone forgets. And it's still going on. And it only gets worse.

As shallow as it may sound when "everyone else is on summer", and you're not, and you can't be, because you're studying the same experiments again and again, it hurts. And then as summer progresses, into june, suddenly everyone is on summer. Because everyone else is finished after week 2.

But you're stuck going into week 3. And week 4. By then everyone who stressed with you at the start, the only other people that related to you, are gone off on holidays or pubbing. And youre still stuck in your room, doing the 2019 DEB mock at 10am.

So why doesn't anyone get it? Why do they all just say, "this is the hard part!"? Because it's not hard. Its torturous. Everyday, your friends get to have fun. In the one place you could call home, but you can never go back. And everyday, you contemplate not getting up, as they all laugh and make new inside jokes. Make their own new group chats. Organise another meetup. Share a sip of their drinks together.

Its not hard. Its painful. Beyond painful. Like you're being stabbed, with a shard of your favourite mug, into the heart. Again and again. And while everyone says, "this is the hard part! Just get through it!" You are dying inside a little more.

This is how Sixth Year should have been.

Honestly, I have been waiting (impatiently) for this challenge to come back. Love it! Everyone is so creative!

“James—I can’t get caught. I was on patrol—I’m a bloody prefect.”

She feels him smile against her throat before floating his way back up to her face, a hand cradling her cheek with a thumb drawing soft circles on her skin. 

“What? You think I’m going to let your good name be tarnished? C’mon Evans, you know me better.”

I accidentally wrote the @jilytoberfest day 16 prompt 🎶“My words are my faith, to hell with our good name”🎶 - Hum Hallelujah by Fall Out Boy early so I’m just posting it today instead….I’ll post 15 tomorrow ;)

This one is more steamy than my other jilytobers but still T rated!

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