Hogsmeade Weekend
By Yukirei (a.k.a. Cosmiko Ling)

Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series or any of its characters. The Harry Potter series belongs to J. K. Rowling. The following is a non-profit fanfiction written by a fan, for the enjoyment of other fans.
Warning: Spoilers for PoA
Character(s): MWPP
Summary: A perfect Hogsmeade weekend, ruined by a sudden, unexpected downpour.
A/N: Written for picture theme, Rain at LiveJournal community, sirius_remus100


A perfect Hogsmeade weekend, ruined by a sudden, unexpected downpour. Around them, students scurried for shelter.

"Race you guys to The Three Broomsticks!" Sirius yelled over the roar of the rain. Because, while darting into the nearby post office or Honeydukes would have been simpler, a rainy afternoon was better spent over a few mugs of Butterbeer.

First to reach, James turned to welcome the rest with a smug grin, which was effectively wiped off by Sirius who, right on his heels, commented how his messy mop of hair now plastered horrendously to his head.

They waited, all soaked to the bone, for Peter to jog in.

Remus, out of the corner of his eye, caught Sirius purse his lips in something between a frown and a pout at an annoying lock of hair that was dripping water into his eye and then proceed to shake his head, almost tentatively at first, then fully in a manner so resembling Padfoot that Remus laughed heartily.

James, who had been concentrating on ruffling his hair in case a certain Miss Evans was somewhere in the room, lifted his head at the sound and grinned as he noticed the reason.

"Down, boy."

Sirius smacked away the hand James lifted to pat 'Padfoot' with mock chagrin.

Peter arrived, huffing, sheepishly admitting that he needed more exercise.

"So what does the winner get?" James asked cheerfully, finally satisfied with the state of his hair.

"A chance to treat us all to a round of Butterbeer," Sirius responded just as cheerfully, raising his voice to be heard through the whole room. "Those who agree say 'Aye'!"

"Aye!" The students (and were those teachers too?) in The Three Broomsticks chorused, not knowing what exactly was going on, but always welcoming free Butterbeer.

James groaned.

A perfect Hogsmeade weekend, ruined by a sudden, unexpected downpour, and for James, also by one Sirius Black.


Date written: 13 June 2007