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Authors Note: Please review. This is a slashy one-shot. Don't like? Read and review anyway. Flames welcome, they will be given to my friend Nora who is a fire girl. Too many and you will cause my watery self to evaporate. Oh well!
Remus Lupin lay on his bed doing his homework. The muggle studies course he was taking had always been a bitch to complete, but now it was especially so. Professer Kurtz had decided the best way to learn was to take a muggle biology course and have it be completely magic-free. She had figured that they would learn muggle biology and a bit about how muggles take classes. She might have been right, but this didn't make biology any more enjoyable.
He was taking advantage of a quiet moment to write a short report. Sirius and James lay on James's bed trying to figure out their next prank. Or snogging, it was hard to tell. Remus chuckled and shook his head. He had never met a straighter boy than James. The jury, however, was still out on their dark-haired friend. Sirius sometimes wore his long hair in a braid, and when he did so the kohl on his eyes was the same black as the plait, and his name. It was days like that wich made Remus question his friends sexuality. Days when Sirius would spend twenty minutes on each eye and refuse to mess it up afterwards. Days when he ignored the girls and spent a second too long on the boys that passed. Remus had spent hours in a day trying to decide if he was a boy or a boi. He wondered if he would ever know.
Although, to be fair, some would say that the jury was out on Remus. Some would even say the jury members had reached a guilty verdict years ago, although that could have been wishful thinking. Who wouldn't want the soft brown hair, the quiet smile, the kind eyes that made up the package of Remus J. Lupin. The boy was a mystery, no doubt about it. The secretive eyes, the sick mother, the knowing looks. People liked Lupin.
Remus's quiet study time was over. Sirius had spotted him. The bigger boy leapt onto Remus's bed and, surprisingly, sat next to him, reading over his shoulder. Remus was bored with reptiles and began to flip ahead. Unfortunately, a wandering mind was captured by a series of color illustrations.
"Oh! Remus, look! Those people are naked. Why doesn't shy Remus mind that those people are naked?" The boy being interrogated sighed. "Sirius, my dear friend, they are naked so you can see color pictures of things like lungs, and maybe a pancreas or two. There are no naughty bits." Sirius laughed loudly. "'Naughty bits?' who says that anymore? Well, you do of course. However, you are wrong. That man has pubic hair." "No, those are the testes," Remus replied laughingly. I suppose you could call that naughty, you sick puppy you." Of course, his friend used this as an excuse to turn into the annoyingly lovable Padfoot.
A few hours later, Remus was getting tired of the constant accidental rubs to his chest with a large hand. He finally snapped "Sirius! Are you hitting on me? Because if you are, you are doing a dammed bad job of it." "Sorry, I couldn't help it. I'm gay and you are a very pretty boy." Sirius did seemed to be ashamed. "No, no, no. It's not that. However if you were to hit on someone properly, you should do this." With those words, Remus grabbed Sirius by the shoulders and proceeded to rapidly snog his friend.
And the rest, my dears, is history.
Authors Note: Please review. This is a slashy one-shot. Don't like? Read and review anyway. Flames welcome, they will be given to my friend Nora who is a fire girl. Too many and you will cause my watery self to evaporate. Oh well!
Remus Lupin lay on his bed doing his homework. The muggle studies course he was taking had always been a bitch to complete, but now it was especially so. Professer Kurtz had decided the best way to learn was to take a muggle biology course and have it be completely magic-free. She had figured that they would learn muggle biology and a bit about how muggles take classes. She might have been right, but this didn't make biology any more enjoyable.
He was taking advantage of a quiet moment to write a short report. Sirius and James lay on James's bed trying to figure out their next prank. Or snogging, it was hard to tell. Remus chuckled and shook his head. He had never met a straighter boy than James. The jury, however, was still out on their dark-haired friend. Sirius sometimes wore his long hair in a braid, and when he did so the kohl on his eyes was the same black as the plait, and his name. It was days like that wich made Remus question his friends sexuality. Days when Sirius would spend twenty minutes on each eye and refuse to mess it up afterwards. Days when he ignored the girls and spent a second too long on the boys that passed. Remus had spent hours in a day trying to decide if he was a boy or a boi. He wondered if he would ever know.
Although, to be fair, some would say that the jury was out on Remus. Some would even say the jury members had reached a guilty verdict years ago, although that could have been wishful thinking. Who wouldn't want the soft brown hair, the quiet smile, the kind eyes that made up the package of Remus J. Lupin. The boy was a mystery, no doubt about it. The secretive eyes, the sick mother, the knowing looks. People liked Lupin.
Remus's quiet study time was over. Sirius had spotted him. The bigger boy leapt onto Remus's bed and, surprisingly, sat next to him, reading over his shoulder. Remus was bored with reptiles and began to flip ahead. Unfortunately, a wandering mind was captured by a series of color illustrations.
"Oh! Remus, look! Those people are naked. Why doesn't shy Remus mind that those people are naked?" The boy being interrogated sighed. "Sirius, my dear friend, they are naked so you can see color pictures of things like lungs, and maybe a pancreas or two. There are no naughty bits." Sirius laughed loudly. "'Naughty bits?' who says that anymore? Well, you do of course. However, you are wrong. That man has pubic hair." "No, those are the testes," Remus replied laughingly. I suppose you could call that naughty, you sick puppy you." Of course, his friend used this as an excuse to turn into the annoyingly lovable Padfoot.
A few hours later, Remus was getting tired of the constant accidental rubs to his chest with a large hand. He finally snapped "Sirius! Are you hitting on me? Because if you are, you are doing a dammed bad job of it." "Sorry, I couldn't help it. I'm gay and you are a very pretty boy." Sirius did seemed to be ashamed. "No, no, no. It's not that. However if you were to hit on someone properly, you should do this." With those words, Remus grabbed Sirius by the shoulders and proceeded to rapidly snog his friend.
And the rest, my dears, is history.