There's nothing you [[Remus]] can do or say

[Samantha Tundervolt]

You're gonna .b.r.e.a.k. my heart anyway
So just leave the pieces when you go

Should he just leave her in the dark? Most definitely not! Samantha was a writer, with a writer's brain. This, of course, included a very vivid imagination. While most people can just only imagine what could have happened between the two teenagers, the poor young Ravenclaw had it much worse. She could actually picture what had happened, and her mind placed in the conversation that had lead up to it. Or rather, lack there of conversation. She couldn't understand what had got them started in the first place, of course. As stated quite plainly before, Samantha had always paid attention to Remus, and she had never seen him with a girl, let alone more then one within the same week. Then again, she didn't know him all too well, so maybe it was just that she had never seen him with someone, not that it was never so. Still, she thought she had knew enough about the boy to know that he wouldn't just randomly make out with a girl. But, then again, wasn't that what had happened between the two of them? They had never officially met before that night in the Room of Requirements, and they had definitely ended up snogging each other damn well senseless. Why on earth would she think that she was any different then any other girl to him?

"You may know when you're not wanted, but it's obvious you don't know when you are."

That stopped her short for a split moment. What was he saying? That he actually did care? If that was the case, he wouldn't of made out with Meda. To be quite truthful, it wasn't just what had happened, but the fact that her and Meda were friends. Samantha Tundervolt was the quiet, shy, smart girl that always sat in the back corner of the room, that didn't talk to anyone, that damn well didn't make friends easy. She didn't have friends, and she just lost herself one. When he said that he didn't even want it to happen in the first place, her blond head tilted up to look him fully in the face. Remus was the type of person that you could only tell if he was lying by his eyes, and the liquid chocolate told her that he was completely telling the truth. She tilted her head, her blond curls falling over her shoulder, and a softer look flooding into her bright eyes. Maybe she had been too quick to jump to the conclusion of Remus and Meda. But can you honestly blame the girl? It wasn't often that you didn't walk in on two people kissing that had nothing going on.

"I never lied to you, and since I'm attempting to explain to you what happened, I'd appreciate it if you didn't make unfair assumptions about what I want, or myself and my honesty."

Her wide eyes stared at him for a moment before flickering to the floor and then back to him once more. What can she say? With a soft sigh, she pulled herself off the dirty floor, brushing the dirt off her outfit. "I'm sorry." She said finally, her voice back to it's timid, soft state. She walked the short distance over to him, standing a few inches from him, her body language screaming that she was uncomfortable. "I just...I was hurt. It's like, I thought I knew you and then..." But why on earth would she think she knew him? With a soft sigh she came to the realization that she had to tell him about her wanting to get to know him for so long, but how would she go about doing that? "I saw you." She stated suddenly, her eyes flickering to lock into his. "I mean, obviously I saw you, but...I saw you..." She was making no sense, and she knew it. With an irritated huff, she ran a small hand over her pale face before trying again. "When people look at the Marauders, they see Black, they see Potter." With a hard swallow, her hand dropped from her face and reached out to him, covering the hand that had been placed on the desk. She looked at her hand covering his for a long moment before finally locking eyes with him once more. "I always saw you."

[Remus Lupin]

Samantha seemed to consider things for a moment. Her calm yet angry and tight-faced demeanor made him nervous and fluttery at the same time. He couldn't help but want nothing more than to hold her in his arms and press her as close to him as he could get her. His hands were still shaking, even as they clung to the desk he leaned on. Whenever she moved, a quiver went through his stomach, rippling goosebumps that covered his entire body. Remus could only hope that she would believe him, even though he knew that it was the worst thing that he could possibly do to her. But it was at the point where he couldn't do anything without thinking about Samantha. She was hidden in his everyday life, and popped out when he least expected it. In his dreams, she domintated every crevice of his imagination, the second and third dimensions where most things didn't make sense. But she did. Samantha made sense. It scared him. Sierra had made sense, and he had ended up hurting her so badly. Maybe even beyond repair. But Remus hadn't felt this way toward a girl in years, and he couldn't help but be drawn to the very thing that he was so scared of. Samantha's bright eyes seemed to contain the strongest of magnets. No, they were thier own magnetic field, calling out to the feeling in his gut that she would just make everything...alright. It was almost unbearable, and the small amount of resistance that he had was about to break into a million pieces, the shards scattered on the floor of his concience, to be swept under the rug yet again.

It startled him when she stopped, his stomach convulsing with nervous energy as his eyes continued to stare at the floor. He couldn't bring himself to look her in the eyes as he single-handedly sealed her fate. She was going to get hurt, and it was was going to be his fault, and he knew it. There was almost no light at the end of this tunnel, and she was sure to be hurt even more than she already was. And it was going to be his fault, all his fault. But the electricity that pulsed through his already-warm blood made him feel more alive than anything he'd ever felt, when he looked at Samantha. He didn't know if she would believe him or not, he had no way of knowing what was going on through her head. She didn't say anything for a while, and he could only assume that she was trying to figure out what the hell was going on in his head. He had given her enough mixed signals, she was sure to be confused. But he couldn't help it, he hadn't even made up his mind until they had gotten trapped in this bloody closet in the first place. But he couldn't hold it in any longer, not after having to look at her in the corridors. Seeing her piercing gaze from across the room every once in a while, creating the fiercest feelings in his stomach. A moment later they turned to tar that bubbled and burned the pit of his soul as her bubbly features would turn sad and angry when she spotted him looking at her.

"I'm sorry. I just...I was hurt. It's like, I thought I knew you and then... I saw you. I mean, obviously I saw you, but...I saw you... When people look at the Marauders, they see Black, they see Potter. I always saw you."[/i]

The anger that surged in his chest softened a little when she stood up. He couldn't help it, he had gone so long without even speaking to her that any sort of contact with her made him tingle all over. The area between his legs grew warm as she stood, her hair falling in front of her face, her small voice like soft melodies to his ears as he continued to stare at the floor, scared of what his body might do if he looked at her with more than the corner of his eyes. It was almost more than he could take when she walked over to him, her warm scent washing over him and making him curl his toes up as he tried to restrain his body reacting to Samantha's closeness. The thick, honeyed feeling in his stomach was slowly cascading downward and his entire body filled with the enormous urge to satisfy his sexual angst. But he kept himself mostly under control. There was really only one part of him that he couldn't control, and he could only hope that she didn't notice. But when she spoke last, those few words that meant so much, he couldn't help but ignore everything his body was feeling. There was no denying, the overwhelming need for him to press his lips to hers again was hard to push aside, but his dark eyes melted at her words. He had no idea that she actually felt this way toward him. His thought stuttered around in his mind again, not quite making a coherent stream of conciousness. The floor no longer his center of interest, Remus finally raised his eyes to hers, especially when she placed her hand on top of his. The feelings that had been washed away a moment ago came back in full force, and his feet were almost numb from curling them so badly inside his trainers. The hand covered with Samantha's was warm and comforting, but her face being so close to his was driving him insane. There were a thousand things he wanted to say, but his mouth didn't seem to work right. Before he knew what he was doing, he had grabbed her other hand and pulled both arms toward him, pressing his soft lips against hers. Instantly, the hard knot in his stomach melted, and his entire body slacked, all stress leaving it in that one moment.[/color]