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Warning: um… implied slash. Sometime during Fifth Year, after at least one successful animagus transformation. James and Peter talking about Sirius and Remus. Rated for language and implications.
Something Odd
"Hey, um, James?"
"What is it, Pete?"
"Have you seen Sirius or Remus lately?"
"Why?"
"Is that a 'no'?"
"It's a 'why'?"
"You can't just give me a straight answer?"
"Pete, how long have you known me?"
"Er… about five years… why?"
"Do I really need to answer that?"
"… No. I guess not."
"Right. So, why do you want to know where Sirius and Rem are?"
"Because I wanted to talk to you about them, and I didn't want them to be around."
"Well, they're not here, and I doubt they will be for some time. I believe they are… otherwise engaged… at the moment."
"What?"
"You wanted to talk?"
"Er…"
"Talk."
"Right. Well. Um…"
"Oh, spit it out, Peter!"
"Do they seem… odd… to you?"
"Odd? In what way?"
"James?"
"Peter."
"Do you know something I don't?"
"Whatever are you talking about?"
"I have known you for five years, Potter. That innocent act doesn't work on me any more."
"I was under the impression it did."
"Stuff it, Potter."
"I'd rather not, thanks."
"…"
"I believe you wanted to discuss something, Pettigrew?"
"Hmph. Fine. Be like that."
"I will."
"Gah… Well?"
"Well what?"
"Have you?"
"Have I… noticed anything odd?"
"Yes!"
"You'll have to clarify 'odd', Peter. I can't read your mind."
"Well… they seem to be spending an awful lot of time together, and they're getting along really well…"
"They're friends, Pete. Of course they spend time together. We all do. And if they weren't getting along, I'd worry."
"But… they seem to be spending an awful lot of time alone together. And they're getting along… better than usual."
"What are you talking about, Peter?"
"Well… it's just… you know…"
"Enlighten me."
"Well… they finish each other's sentences sometimes…"
"Sirius and I do that, too."
"But not in the same way. And, you know, Sirius is always extra attentive around the full moon, and, lately, he's even been taking notes in the classes Remus is missing, so Remus can catch up, and he was pushing harder than either of us with the animagi stuff, and he turns into a dog, of all things, and…"
"What does his turning into a dog have anything to do with anything?"
"Well, Remus is a wolf and Sirius is a dog, almost like… well…"
"Like what, Peter?"
"I don't know. But… little things."
"Such as?"
"Like… like Sirius pouring Remus his tea in the morning, or Remus putting Sirius's dinner on his plate for him, and nagging him to eat vegetables."
"Remus nags all of us to eat vegetables."
"But he doesn't put yours on your plate for you and scowl at you until you eat them. Not usually, anyway. And when he does, you ignore him, most of the time. Sirius does as he's told. That's not like him."
"So?"
"So… well, there's other stuff, too. The way they talk to each other, and look at each other. It's different. I don't know how. But it is. And the other day I saw Remus playing with Sirius's hair, and you know Sirius hates it when anybody touches his hair, but he didn't seem to mind, in fact, he looked like he was enjoying it! And they keep disappearing all the time, and I'm pretty sure they're not planning any pranks, because, one, it's Remus, and, two, if they were they'd let us in on it, but they haven't said a thing. And then this morning…"
"What happened this morning?"
"In Transfiguration. I swear they were playing footsie under the desk."
"And?"
"And? James! Don't play dumb! I know how good you are at it, all that practice, but this is different!"
"What do you want me to say, Pete?"
"Is there anything… is there anything…"
"Is there anything what?"
"You know… going on between them?"
"You could have just said that to begin with, you know."
"What?"
"Instead of going into it."
"You bastard! You wouldn't have bloody-well answered me if I just came out and asked you, you prick!"
"Language, Petey, do you kiss your mother with that mouth?"
"Potter."
"Yes."
"Would you just answer me?"
"I did. The answer is yes. There is something… dun dun dun!... going on between them. A lot of somethings."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course I'm sure."
"Did they tell you?"
"Yes."
"Why didn't they tell me? Aren't I their friend, too? Don't I deserve to know?"
"If you want them to tell you, all you have to do is go up to the dorm now."
"Why?"
"Because they're up there. Go on up, and they'll tell you."
"How do you know that?"
"Because that's what I did."
"What do you mean?"
"That's why they told me."
"Because you went and asked them?"
"No. You're so naïve, Pete. Maybe you shouldn't go up."
"What are you talking about, James?"
"They didn't tell me because I asked them. They told me, because I walked in on them."
"Oh! So… they're…"
"Yup."
"Upstairs?"
"Yes."
"In the dorm?"
"Exactly."
"Right now?"
"Right again, Pete."
"Oh, my… What if they're on my bed?"
"Better toddle along up there, then, Pete."
"I'm going!"
"Hey, Pete! Knock first!"
End.
A/N: ah, another insane ficcie. Hope you liked it! The next chapter of A Tale of Two Puppies will be up as soon as I get 10 reviews on the latest chapter, for those of you waiting for it. Meanwhile, I'm doing these random oneshots to tide you (and myself) over. Please review!