"Remus, wake up!" Sirius nudged his boyfriend, while trying not to wake up their two other friends, James and Peter.
"Wha…?"
"Get dressed. I have to show you something."
"Sirius," Remus said, as he realized what was going on, "What time is it?"
"Five in the morning, I think." He put a pair of jeans and shirt in Remus' lap, and continued, "It'll make sense later." With that, he left again, entirely too awake for five AM.
Remus stumbled out of bed, pulled on the jeans, and yanked the t-shirt over his head. He also grabbed a sweater off the floor. Thankfully, the door was merciful and didn't creak as he snuck out of James' bedroom. He found Sirius in the kitchen, zipping up a backpack. He had that excited glint in his eye; the one that usually came with a successful prank or amazing quidditch victory. Sirius handed him the backpack, and led him outside by the wrist. Sitting in the backyard was the motorcycle Sirius had bought last summer.
"Don't tell me you woke me up at five in the morning just to tell me you finally made it fly."
"Of course I didn't wake you up just to tell you that. I'm also going to show you." He slipped the helmet that had been hanging off the handle onto Remus' head, buckling it uncomfortably under his chin. Part of Remus wanted to say it looked hideous and he wasn't going to wear it, but the other part wasn't so sure he could trust Padfoot with a flying motorbike. He decided to stay silent, and slipped the backpack over his shoulder before climbing on behind Sirius. Despite having dated for the last few months, Remus still felt weird about putting his arms around Sirius. Unfortunately, he didn't have much of a choice, so he wrapped his arms around Sirius' waist and buried his head in Sirius' leather jacket as they sped up and took off.
It was a relatively short flight, and Remus barely had time to register the beautiful moonlit beach before Sirius touched down in the parking lot.
"What are we doing here, Sirius?"
"We are having a picnic. Backpack, please." Remus gave him the backpack, and he pulled out a blanket, umbrella, and basket of food. He laid the blanket down just out of reach of the waves, and set up the umbrella behind it. As he was unloading the food, the sky behind him turned a beautiful shade of red, announcing the sunrise. "Moony! Breakfast!"
On the paper plates were two pieces of toast and several slices of bacon that were surprisingly well preserved through the flight. Sirius had clearly raided the Potter's pantries, and had borrowed several flavors of jam. There was strawberry, grape, raspberry, peach, and a jar of peanut butter. As the sun peeked out from behind the horizon, Sirius poured two shots of Firewhiskey and handed one to Remus. "The sun isn't even completely over the horizon; don't you think it's a little too early to be drinking?"
"I promise this is the only one. Then I have orange juice. I can't be drinking and driving, now can I?"
Remus had never been a particularly big fan of alcohol, but he had become quite accustomed to James' and Sirius' liberal use of it over the years. "Fine."
"A toast," Sirius started, raising his glass to the fiery sky. "To Hogwarts, and Minnie, and daft old Dumbledore. To the Marauders, and friendship, and us." He raised his eyebrows at Remus, silently asking if he wanted to add anything.
"To seven years that I wouldn't trade for anything." They took their shots and washed them down with orange juice and toast.
They danced and cartwheeled and splashed on their little piece of paradise until Remus remembered that James and Peter would be waking up soon, and Sirius flew them back. Luckily, neither of them had woken up yet, so it got to stay their little secret.
