Authors Note: Well, I haven't done this in years so excuse any rust you find around here. So, let's get legality issues out of the way- JK is a god and I am merely mortal and thus own nothing.

Aimer Été - Chapter One – Bonbon

Paintings snored and rustled with sleep, peacefully unaware of the students tiptoeing past their frames. One painting however was soon disturbed, proceeding to giggle and bounce at the interruption of its slumber.

"Remus, why exactly are we here?" The darker haired boy of the duo asked flopping onto a nearby island counter haphazardly.

"I'm not sure why you are here, but I am looking for chocolate because someone decided it would be in their best interest to eat my very last chocolate frog." Remus scavenged about cabinets looking for the house elves stash of sweets, chocolate or any other sugary pastry or confectionary.

"So, you're taking out your rage on unsuspecting cupboards?"

"Non, you idiot. Zut! Pas ici! Ou ca au bonbon?" The pale boy slammed yet another cabinet door in defeat, running a scarred hand through his tawny hair. Sirius sat up from where he was tossing an orange in the air, swinging his legs over the side.

"Rem, why do you know French? I thought you were English."

"Well, I'm only half English, really. My mother's French and insisted we all know both English and French. She'd constantly speak it around the house so it was easy to pick up." Sirius nodded contemplatively, returning to his previous activity of orange tossing.

"Ya know, I never have met any of your family. Not even at the platform."

"I take a train home, and my dad's always been too busy to pick me up. First year, my sister Marie picked me up, but now she lives in Ireland… You know, I could always see if you could visit us this summer… I mean, if you would like to…" Remus bit his lip, avoiding eye contact with his companion.

"I'd love to!" Sirius perked up, the makeshift orange toy long forgotten with the new prospect of meeting the Lupins.

"You don't have to- I mean, I know there are probably better, more interesting things to do, it just—Wait… You… you would?"

"Of course! I'd be thrilled to meet the Lupin clan!"

"Oh! Uhm… we'd have to spend most of the time at my Uncles though, if that's alright- we visit him every summer in France because my mother insisted upon seeing her family at least once a year, and Uncle Pierre wanted to keep up the tradition in her memory after she, uhm…."

"Remus, its fine. I just need to know one thing- do I have to learn French?"

"I can't believe you're meeting the Lupins- and may I just say once again the unfair-ness that Peter and I were not invited to this rondesvoos."

"Rendezvous, James. It's pronounced rendezvous."

"Rendezvous, rondesvoos, whatever. The point is poor Wormtail and I feel neglected." James Potter whined for the fifteenth time one their trip back to Platform 9¾.

"James, you're going on a cruise with your parents and Peter's visiting his cousins in America, while I would otherwise slowly wither away in the Most Noble and Gloomy House of Black. So quit being a prat." Sirius dodged a playful punch from the Potter boy and swiftly responded with a rather crude gesture. They would proceed to tussle until they reached the platform.

"Well, I see my dad. So I guess I must depart and spend my summer by myself."

"Shut up, James."

"C'mon Pete, help me move this trunk." James spoke flatly, shooting a glare at Sirius.

"See ya next year, wankers!" Remus shook his head, attempting to hide his grin.

"That was not very nice, Sirius." he chided, pulling his trunk off the train with a stumble.

"I know, but it's true. You're lucky you only have to sleep next to me. I have Sir Wanks-a-lot Potter to the left of me and I swear if I hear one more things about Evans 'beautiful, soft brea-'"

"Sirius! Lily is my friend, and I'd like to live without the image of James defiling her in his mind following me around."

"Sorry, Rem. Anyways, where are we going?"

"We go to Platform 13 in about an hour. Would you like to get ice cream while we wait?"

"You speak my language, Moony-my-man."

C&C, yes? Sorry it's so short, the next one's longer, promise. Also, saying sorry for any mistakes in my French from here and on. I'm working out of a text book here.