Disclaimer: I thought these things were pretty neat, no matter if I have need or not. I do not own Harry Potter, in any way shape or form, But if I did, Fred would be alilve,and he would be mine.
and wearing tight pants...¬¬
Okay, so basically, all the italics are Sirius' conscious. Don't get his thoughts and his conscious' thoughts confused, because the conscious plays a big role in the story.
Be ye warned.
Damn him.
Damn him and his good looks.
Damn him and his honey eyes!
Damn him! DAMN HIM, DAMN HIM, DAMN HIM!
The boy pushed his long
bronze hair away from his face.
Sirius glared from
across the room, at his fellow marauder, Remus Lupin. He couldn't
understand what was so special about him.
What made him so god damned appealing?
What it the eyes? The
ungodly huge, liquid amber eyes?!
What about those hands!
They looked like they were made for reading books! With the long,
spindly fingers, and the pale flesh…
DAMN HIM!
He slammed down his book, the loud slam echoing off the wall.
Sirius reminded himself
he was staring, and looked pointedly down at his paper.He slashed his
parchment viciously, leaving nothing but a name on the paper.
12 Uses of Dragon Blood.
By Sirius Black.
Enough work.
He put his
quill down onto the desk, and leaned back in his chair. Pretending to
stretch, he peered over at Remus once more.Maybe it was the ass.
He had to admit, he did have a nice ass…
Sirius mentally kicked
himself.
What are you doing?!
He's a guy! You're a guy!
GUYS DON'T SAY THINGS LIKE THAT!
"Mr. Black!" Professor Mcgonagall called out from her desk, " Please return your chair to the ground." Sirius muttered, and did as he was told.
"Yeah, Sirius," James teased, " Whatchya doing anyway? Looks like your undressing Susan with your eyes!" he made a very perverted motion, and Sirius grinned.
"Nothing, I'm just curious." James snorted, and went back to writing his paper.
He was curious…
Curious as to how this could have happened.
Curious, as to how he, Sirius Black, was in love with Remus Lupin.
Its not love…
Shut up.