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“Don’t pretend you’re asleep or that you can’t hear me. You can’t fool me,” George whispered. She could ignore everyone all she ever wanted, but this was the one person she would never ignore, the one person she couldn’t ignore. Rolling over slowly, she looked up at him.

“I thought you didn’t care,” she whispered, not meeting his eyes. George’s hands were in his pockets and he shuffled his feet awkwardly.

“Why are you making yourself sick, Ems?” he asked, ignoring her accusation.

“Because I felt like it. Do you even care?”

“You have to stop this. All of it. Remus told me what you said, about La Push, I mean. How can you even think about that stuff again?”

“Just errant thoughts,” she responded. “Is that why you’re here? A favor to Remus? What? Was he going to fail you if you didn’t come?” Emily sat up in her bed and threw her legs over the side.

“You know it’s not like that,” he said quietly.

“Do I?”

“Emily, please.”

“Please what, George?”

“Look, I’m not going to cut around the bush. I...er...asked Angelina out. I...I like her. I don’t know if it’s going anywhere or how long it will last, but I think that’s what we need. Time away from each other. You, and me that is. I’ll always care about you and love you, but I feel like we’ll only hurt each other more if we don’t spend time apart. Just promise me something, please.” George looked at her, his eyes boring into her face, but she still wouldn’t look up into his smoldering eyes. “Promise me, you won’t hurt yourself and that you’ll try to find happiness.” Emily let her tears fall, not caring that he could see. “For your friends and yourself, Emily,” George explained. She wasn’t sure if he included himself in her friends anymore. There was a time when she was absolutely positive and sure about her friendship with George, but now it was falling to pieces.

“Right,” Emily whispered. “I’ll try my best, but if you’ll excuse me, I need to get some rest and visiting hours are over.” Emily made the mistake of looking up into those eyes that stole her heart away all over again. She looked away quickly, not wanting him to see her completely break down.

“Emily, I—” he started.

“Please leave,” she whispered more firmly.

George hesitated and then turned on the spot and walked out of the infirmary. Away from the girl he loved. Away from the girl who was falling to pieces for everyone to see. He walked away from the one person that he knew deep down he couldn’t live without. George let a few of his own tears fall down his cheeks. He stopped a little ways down the hall from the entrance to the Hospital Wing. He leaned up against the wall and clutched his stomach. Right then, he promised himself he would let Emily live her own life and stop interfering. If Cody was what she wanted, then he wouldn’t stop her. He would let her be happy and maybe, in his own time, he could be happy too.

Emily wiped her tears and thought about what George had said. He was with Angelina, and he was happy, maybe. Emily turned around and found her crack. She gave it a pained look and then said, “Goodbye, my friend. Thanks for keeping me company, but I think it’s time for me to go. I have a few apologies and thanks to give out.” Emily felt slightly dumb talking to the wall, but she no longer cared. Emily, as quietly as she could, changed into her shorts and T-shirt from the day before. She slipped her feet into her sneakers and laced them up. Emily pulled the curtain closed around her bed, hoping it would fool Madam Pomfrey into thinking she didn’t want to be bothered, and made her way to the door.

Thinking of whom she needed to talk to first, she slowly walked down the empty corridor. She turned left and continued down a narrow passageway. It was one of the many short cuts she had learned from the Marauder’s Map. She stopped short at the wooden door. She was about to knock, but then she hesitated.

You can do this. He’s not going to bite you, Emily thought to herself. It’s not like it’s the full moon. Taking a deep breath, Emily knocked lightly on the door. She waited for his response.

“I’m busy, please come back later,” said a pained voice from the other side of the door.

Emily sighed and opened the door anyway.

“I said I was bu—” Remus stopped and stared at her. “Oh, it’s you. Shouldn’t you be in the infirmary?” he asked. He could barely look at her.

“Yes, probably. But, I didn’t feel like staying, so here I am,” Emily said quietly. She moved farther into the room and shut the door behind her. They stared at each other in complete silence for a few minutes.

“I...I’m sorry, Rems. I know I shouldn’t have said what I said and I shouldn’t have ignored you.” Remus didn’t answer. “I didn’t mean it, about La Push, I mean.”

“Yes, you did,” he said quietly. Remus slouched down in the chair he had vacated.

“I don’t anymore,” she replied. He nodded. “I was hurt. I was being selfish. I...I...I’m sorry.”

The silence between them continued. “What’s been going on, Ems?” he asked.

“Where should I start?”

“What’s going on between you and George?” Remus asked.

Emily flinched. This was the discussion she was dreading the most. Emily sighed and slid into a chair near Remus. “Well, he told me he loved me,” Emily said quietly.

“That’s good, isn’t it? I know you like him,” Remus smiled.

“Well, that’s just it. I love him too, but I didn’t want to ruin our friendship, so I turned him down. Three times.”

“Wow. Really?”

Emily nodded. “He’s...er...dating Angelina now.”

“Well, he didn’t wait long, huh?”

“Remus, please.”

“Sorry.”

“Right, well, I made a new friend too.”

“Oh, who?” Remus asked.

“His name is Cody, but we’re just friends...for now, anyway.” Emily sighed.

“Ah, right. So, do you like him?”

“I’m not really in the mood for this talk right now, Rem,” Emily said.

“Right, well you better get in the mood,” Remus chuckled.

Emily and Remus talked through the night. They talked about George, Fred, Cody, and Ginny. Remus listened to Emily, not saying much in between. Emily stayed far away from the subject of Sirius, not quite ready for that conversation. Seeing that it was nearly midnight, they parted ways, Emily going to her common room.

Emily sighed as she stepped over the threshold of the Gryffindor Common Room. She was hoping that, since it was late, nobody would be there. Unfortunately her hopes were crushed when she rounded the corner. By the fire, in one of the more comfortable chairs sat Cody. He was staring at the fire as if it were a movie. Hearing her come in, he glanced behind him.

“Hi,” he said quietly, motioning toward the chair in front of him.

“Hi,” Emily replied, making her way over to the chair near the fireplace.

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

“I’m all right, thanks to you. Thank you, for bringing me in and everything,” Emily said, her ears slightly turning red.

“All I did was carry you inside,” replied Cody, going slightly red.

“You know it’s more than that. I owe you one,” said Emily.

“I guess I’ll have to think of something good for payment.” Cody smirked.

“Well, let me know what you decide,” laughed Emily. “I’m beat, so I’m going to turn in, but I’ll catch up with you tomorrow,” said Emily, yawning.

“Looking forward to it,” Cody replied.

Emily headed upstairs, smiling despite all of what had happened in the past few days.

On her bed, was a tray of food and some pumpkin juice. She headed over to it, feeling completely warm about the food that she was about to devour. Propped up against her juice was an envelope.

Emily,
I know you must be starving. I asked a favor of Dobby, and he sent you some food with my note attached. Sleep well, Ems and enjoy your personal buffet.
I'll meet you under the moon,
Rems

Emily smiled and whispered, "Meet you under the moon."

*And end scene That is the end of Chapter three and I think Emily and George needed closure... For now at least :evillaugh Let me know watchya think