Title: To woo a werewolf
Disclaimer: I own nothing. The Harry Potter Books, Characters, etc are all J.K. Rowlings and whoever she shares the profits with. I have however written this fan fic... so I own that... sort of.
Author: Sibilant Draconis AKA Kimmy-jo AKA The mighty Eskimo
Rating: M – just to be safe
Summary: Sirius has realised that he wants Remus and thinks that Remus will jump into his arms willingly. James is sceptical. Peter is getting love in the strangest of all places and is not as spineless as everyone believes, nor is he as stupid. Remus is in love with chocolate and books; he doesn't trust Sirius's declarations of love. Let the wooing commence.
Chapter 1:
Realisations and declarations
It was dark night in the middle of autumn, the Hogwarts ground were silent save the whomping willow which was flicking its branches at a few fairies that had been foolish enough to fly above it. The entire house of Gryffindor were sleeping in their dormitories save a pair of head student by the name of lily Evans and James potter, who were make good use of the room of requirement, and one other.
Sirius Black was not someone who took the interruption of sleeping patterns lightly; this was evident from the scar above a fellow dorm mate by the name of Peter Pettigrew's eye, who made the mistake of waking the sleeping Black at the ungodly hour of seven o'clock on a Saturday morning, the result of this waking had been a rather heavy lamp being thrown towards the waker.
No, Sirius Black did not take the interruption of his sleep lightly; this however had been forgotten. Sirius black, of the noble house of black (though removed), was now, at three o'clock in the morning fully awake in his bed, listening to the sounds of his dorm mates sleeping, with a look of realisation on his face.
As he glanced around the room his eyes were drawn to the sleeping form of Remus Lupin, the dorms resident werewolf - though, as Sirius often reminded Remus that was not all he was. Sirius frequently made lists of Remus's good points, so that if Remus (aka Moony) ever had the slightest doubt to how brilliantly perfect he was Sirius would be there to help, this occurred at least once a week and so far Sirius's list had helped.
It was these lists that were the reason for Sirius to be awake at such an early time in the morning. He had been staying up late putting the finishing touches on this week's list, it was one he always thought was most important, as the full moon was approaching and his friend always seemed more morose around this time, when he had stopped abruptly, his quill resting above the parchment – allowing small droplets of ink to fall from its tip, his eyes flitting over the last few words of his list, their meaning sinking in.
You have lovely amber eyes
You're really quite sexy
You make me feel all warm and tingly
At the last two Sirius had jumped slightly, it felt natural to compliment Moony on how he looked and the more Sirius thought about it the more he realised that it wasn't the first time he had thought of Remus this way; in fact, he found himself noticing these sorts of thoughts more and more, such as earlier in the day while he had transfiguration he had noticed how Moony's hair shone in the sunlight of the class room. Or at dinner when Sirius had dropped his fork and as he reached under the table he became aware of Moony's fabulous legs.
Thinking about these thoughts had made Sirius agitated and unable to sleep and now when he had finally realised that he was attracted to his best friend he expected to be able to sleep, however the goddess of slumber (someone that Peter had come up with in 4th year) still remained elusive.
Sirius was becoming quite distressed by his waking state and wasn't sure what to do, he had already tried to walk up to the kitchens to get a warm glass of milk, but was unable to do so as the floor out side of the kitchens was still being manually fixed by some trolls, a necessity after the marauders last prank.
Sirius groaned and he flopped back onto his bead with a harsh thump as his head hit the head board.
'SHIT! Buggering hell! Ow! '
He glanced around the room, hoping that no one had been awakened by his profanities. A pair of bleary golden eyes stared through the darkness at him.
'Ugnh? Siri? What's up? Wadda you doin' up?' Remus said with a yawn.
'Nothing just go back to sleep, okay?'
'nope nup no, no nup nope no… you're not getting away with that at this time in the morning' Remus crawled out of bed and hurried toward Sirius's bed, as he did so Sirius couldn't help but notice the sheer beauty of Remus body. His pyjama shirt lay discarded on the floor and the soft fading moonlight made his pale scarred skin glow enticingly. Remus rarely ever took off his shirt in front of any of his dorm mates; he, unlike Sirius, saw his scars as disfiguring.
Remus shivered as he reached the end of Sirius's bed, and Sirius didn't know if it was from the cold air or from the weight of his gaze.
'Knock knock' Remus smiled as he mimed knocking on a door.
'Who is it?' Sirius noticed his voice sounded higher than usual, he became aware that his hands were sweaty and that his heart was racing and thought. If this is my reaction when he's standing near my bed what's it going be like when he's in it? Oh bad thoughts, BAD THOUGHTS! Remus will never want to be in my bed… not that way anyway.
'Can I come in?... only it's kinda freezing out here'
Sirius jumped slightly as Remus question reached his ear, that was far too close to what he had just been thinking, he wondered not for the first time is Remus was some what like Dumbledore and had special powers that meant he could read peoples minds. Sirius knew that this was ridiculous as it took years and years of training to perfect the art of legilimency; they had learned that in Defence against the dark arts at the beginning of the year.
'Sirius?'
Sirius snapped out of his reverie and blinked owlishly at Remus.
'What? Oh! Yes, yes of course. Make yourself at home' he shifted over to the far side of the bed and pulled the blanket up as Remus slipped beneath.
'So what's got you up at this time of the morning paddy? Not a nightmare about your mum is it?' Remus peered at Sirius with a concerned look upon his face.
It was common knowledge between the boys of the seventh year dormitory that Sirius mother was some what of a wicked old witch. While none of the boys, except Sirius of course, knew exactly what it was that she did to her sons they all knew that it took a lot to scare Sirius and, though he wouldn't admit it to anyone, he was petrified of his mother.
'NO! You know I haven't had a single dream of her since the middle of last year. Unless you count the ones where I am an Auror and I get to bust her bollocks and she ends up in Azkaban.' Sirius grinned at Remus through the night and was deeply disappointed that his companion was not smiling and that his worry only seemed to have increased.
'Then what's going on?'
'Don't worry about it moony my good pal. Let's just get some sleep and we'll talk about your affinity for mother hen tomorrow.' This, much to Sirius' pleasure got a chuckle from Remus as he snuggled down further into the warmth of the bed, and consequently snuggling into Sirius's chest.
'I thought we've been through this… I am not a mother hen'
'Of course not you're a mother wolf now lets get some shut eye.' Once again there was a chuckle heard from Remus as he hit Sirius on the head, making Sirius smirk.
'Okay Siri. Night' Sirius shivered as he heard his friend use his beloved nickname, it was one that only Remus used and this made him love it even more.
'Remus… there was one more thing'
'Mmmmmm?' Remus cracked open one bleary eye.
'I know that you'll probably hate me and want to kill me when you find out but I thought that you should know I was up tonight because I realised that I have feelings for someone I am not supposed to have feelings for'
'Nughmph' Remus's grasp on consciousness faded as Sirius stroked his hair nervously.
'Remmy… I just … the thing is… I love you Remmy'
Sirius's only reply was Remus's even breathing as he slept. He sighed and turned over allowing himself the pleasure of sleeping next to his beloved as he silently vowed that he would woo his fair Remus and win his affections until he too was smitten.