Dreaming with a broken heart — Chapter 3: Chapter 3

He knew when he first saw her that she was special. Because, not everything beautiful is necessarily the creation of magic. Written simply because the idea of Remus and Molly together made me squeal :) AU.

'What's this?' she asks, flipping through the unfamiliar pages, the unheard words, wand movements and the derivation of every spell. She's a brilliant student and he knows that a book with so many unknown facts would be of utmost fascination to her. Right now, however, he's waiting for the explosion that is inevitable. After all, she had said once that best friends should never have secrets form each other but how on earth is he supposed to reveal to her the best kept secret of all times? She doesn't even know about the full moon yet, he thinks bitterly. His eyes open and he sees her holding his book in her hands, a look of complete shock on her face. She knows, he thinks wildly as she starts shaking and she chokes out things like boarding school, what rubbish, that's why your letters never arrived by post, special school, threw away your wand, such a huge secret... Her head snaps up suddenly and she looks into his grey eyes and asks, 'Why didn't you tell me?' At that moment, the statue of secrecy, the hidden world of wizardry, the castle of Hogwarts, the platform, all melt into an unknown recess of his brain and all he can think of is her tearstreaked face and so he cradles her face and wipes the tears away, saying nothing. She steps away from him, her expression full of fury. 'Answer me, Remus! Such an important thing, how a could you hide it from me? Here I am, thinking that you're bored in boarding school because you're studying the same subjects as I am, history, mathematics and languages! But no! Instead, you're in a different world altogether, studying magic! I didn't even know it was your wand I threw into the lake. Why didn't you say something?' Her big brown eyes implore him to say something, anything but he doesn't know what to say without making things worse so he just shrugs with an apologetic expression. Her face goes blank and she slams the book on his desk and all but runs away from his room. A minute later, she is gone. He sighs sadly. She was too good for him anyway. Surprisingly, it's James and Sirius who bring her back. She stands, shy and guilt ridden in front of him and he is astounded at what his friends must have said to her to make her feel guilty. The two idiots are sniggering at him but his attention is fixed on her. She opens her mouth and he just knows that she's about to apologise and he knows that he doesn't need to hear it. So he crosses the spa e between them and silences her with his lips. There are wolf whistles from the boys but he pays them no heed and instead winds his arms around the petite girl in front of him who sighs his name and rests her head on his shoulder. A sudden shiver goes down his spine that has nothing to do with the weather. Her brown eyes search into the depths of his own and smile when they find what they're looking for. It's easier, now that he doesn't have to hosed everything that links him to the magical world. She loves his robes and puts on his Gryffindor jumper one day, just for fun. She is tiny and the jumper slips off her shoulder but somehow, She still looks wonderful. She is dizzy with happiness when he takes her for a ride on his Cleansweep five. They fly over the lake and she shrieks as he dives, pulling back just in time so that her toes skim the cool water. It's finally midnight when they return to the ground. She's breathless and unsteady on her feet so he holds her hand till she stops swaying. Her expression says it all and he grins when he realises that there will be many more rides to come. She smiles back at him and they walk to her home hand in hand. There are many more kisses, long afternoons spent near the lake and broomstick rides after that. She doesn't know about his 'furry little problem' though and doesn't question why he suddenly takes ill every month. He knows her too well to think that it must have slipped her mind. Which could only mean that she trusts him enough to tell her when the right time comes. He can't help but feel guilty, as he watches her studying intently from her biology textbook. She's trying hard to secure a place in medical school and he has no doubt she would get what she desired, knowing the amount of hardwork she put into studying. He toys with the idea of telling her himself, but he's sure he would never have the courage to do that. He is too selfish for that. The mere thought of her turning away from him in disgust renders him incapable of coherent thinking. No, he would never tell her about him and his problem. He is too selfish to lose her.

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