A/N Hi all, long time no see... and actually to the R/S slash bandwagon, never see! Yes this is my first slash attempt, but hey we all have to start somewhere right? Besides, who can resist the absolutely adorable puppy couple? NOT ME! Sirius and Remus are def. Two of my favorite characters..::sniff:: (will not say why the sniffle-age due to spoilers...)
No flames please, if you don't like the pairing or my writing style...or the story in general, keep your thoughts to yourself 'cause I like my world of ignorance thank you very much. Now constructive critism is another thing all together, I don't mind that one bit.
It is up to you guys whether this becomes a chapter story or not (not a very long one mind you) but I've written it so that it can stand alone as a one shot if need be, or be transformed (It's morphin' time!) into a chappy fic. So let me know what you think about that!
Disclaimer: I own nothing, unfortunately...all belongs to JK Rowling, but sometimes I like to pretend... like now.
"MOOOONYYYY!" A voice cried throughout the house, "Where are YOUUUU?!"
'It's ok' A brunette boy named Remus Lupin told himself, fighting panic 'he'll never find you here'
The brown-haired werewolf was actually quite proud of his newfound hiding place, because Sirius Black would never think of checking the linen closet. Unless of course he was looking for sock demons again, Lord what an adventure that was...
"It's GONE! Where did it go? James! Remus! Have you seen it?"
"Padfoot, how many times must I remind you that we do not share a brain with you. If you want us to acknowledge the item you've apparently lost you're going to have to tell us what in the name of Merlin 'IT' is." Remus admonished the excitable teenager.
"My SOOCK!" Sirius whined hardly paying attention to what his sandy-haired friend was saying, "I only have one now! It was from my favorite pair and I can't find it!"
"Oh you mean the brown one-" James started.
"Yeah!"
"-with orange stripes,"
"Yeah!"
"-that has the whistling cows on it?"
"That's the one! Have you seen it?"
"Nope, just wanted to make sure we were on the same proverbial page, or rather hamper, so to speak."
"That was rather an intelligent comment coming from you, Prongs." Remus teased, "I am impressed"
"Oh go stuff yourself Moony, I didn't ask for your input." James retorted.
"Sirius really, stop pouting we'll find your sock." Remus said exasperatedly to the dark-haired animagus.
"You're right we will because I know EXACTLY who took it, and here's my proof." He said, brandishing something in his hand.
"Padfoot," James said, worrying for his best friend's sanity," that's a piece of lint."
"Not just any piece of lint my dear Prongsie, no, it's sock lint. And sock demon lint to be more precise."
"Sirius, I am going to voice the question running through the sane minds in the room...what the bloody hell is a sock demon!?" Remus said, confused beyond all belief.
"Moony, I'm shocked, you don't know what a sock demon is?!" James said sarcastically, "Why everyone knows what a sock demon is. Ok now really Padfoot what is a sock demon?"
"It's a little gremlin that sneaks into people's rooms at night and steals just one sock from their favorite pair while doing the sock-stealing shuffle." Sirius explained, looking at his friends like they were seriously (A/N Must resist pun-age) sheltered in life.
"Ahhh... It all becomes clear to me now" Remus mumbled with only a hint of sarcasm. (::Author applauds herself for her own use of sarcasm::)
"Ok, so now that we know what stole your sock, how do you propose we get it back?" James asked, his face showing that he found this whole situation undoubtedly amusing.
"That's the easy part. We find the little rascal, and corner him, and then we politely ask for the sock back."
"Maybe I should take care of that part," The light-haired boy suggested, "manners aren't exactly both of your strong points."
Taking their looks of indignation and the pillows hurtling towards him as a 'good idea Remus' he plowed on, "And where exactly Sirius do we find your little 'demon'?"
"Why the linen closet of course!"
"Ah yes! The linen closet! Where else? How stupid are you Moony, honestly?" James sputtered through barely concealed amusement.
"Five hours, eight bruises, three butterfly nets and a locked door later, Sirius had his favorite sock back.
Shaking his head, Remus remembered why he was hiding from his slightly deranged friend in the first place.
It all began when his friend, James Potter, decided, along with Sirius (who was staying at the Potter's to escape his... er... less than perfect home life), that they would host a get-together for their fellow Marauders. Of course inviting Remus, and also their collective friend Peter Pettigrew. The holiday was supposed to celebrate the fact that it was their last summer as students at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Unfortunately (::snort::) Peter had owled a week beforehand saying that he couldn't come, due to "successive meetings regarding a career position after school ended". "Who bought Pete a dictionary?" James said upon reading this. The boys also wanted to be with Remus for his monthly transformation, "We can't have you tearing yourself up now can we? If you did who would be there to make us feel guilty at the end of the day?" Sirius had joked to him, when he questioned their plans for the full moon.
Whatever the reason for the visit, Remus Lupin found himself stepping out of the Potter's fireplace the last week in July. He was given the privilege to stay upright and breathing for a good ten seconds before...
OOOMPHH
He was tackled to the ground by a blur with sleek black hair
"Hello Padfoot." He grunted with difficulty, Sirius was really quite heavy.
"Moony, my love! You're here!"
Yup, Remus concluded, Sirius Black had finally lost it. And he doubted this time that 'IT' was a sock.
A loud call of, "Come on Remmiekins, I just want to play!" jolted the teenage boy back into his present dilemma.
Shrinking back farther into his hideout while letting out a silent sign of exasperation, he remembered that Padfoot's behavior towards him during his stay at James' had been anything but normal. His 'friend' had taken to rubbing his leg underneath the table at meals; he also seemed to be on a never-ending quest for hugs and kisses. And after the boy had pinched his arse for the third time that morning, Remus had asked James whether Sirius was possibly suffering from a curse or a love potion gone awry to which James had replied, smirking. "I think it's quite obvious what he's after Moony."
To escape the almost constant invasions of personal space, Remus had taken to hiding in various places, the most desperate being Mr. and Mrs. Potter's laundry hamper. Today, however, it was vital that he stay away from his...err... cuddly friend. Because the werewolf had a feeling that today Sirius would pull out all stops, do to the oh so convenient absence of the Potters, including James. They had taken off to St. Mungos for a family emergency; apparently Mr. Potter's brother had been injured in his attempt to completely devour a muggle jeep. They had told the boys to make themselves at home, and that they wouldn't be back until much later in the evening.
Now it wasn't as if Remus was opposed to all the attention Sirius was giving him, in fact it was quite the opposite. The sandy-haired boy simply did not trust himself around his darker-locked friend. He had long since been deeply attracted to Sirius. And He could still remember the night two years ago when he realized it...
It was the boy's fifth year and they were all sitting around the Gryffindor common room neglecting their impending homework, or rather three of them were and the remaining Marauder was lost in thought over his Potions essay. Remus Lupin really was trying hard to concentrate on finding the properties of the moonstone, but he kept getting distracted, 'His eyes are really grey. No one has eyes that grey; I didn't even know he had grey eyes until now. They're really pretty.' When these thoughts finally made the connection with the logical side of his brain, Remus jumped up, yelping like a wounded dog and proceeded to roll around on the common room floor hitting his head repeatedly, trying to dislodge the "bad, bad, BAD" musings.
It wasn't easy being attracted to your best, male, friend and it was even worse when said friend seemed to be trying to shag all of Hogwarts' female population. But Remus, being the strong, smart lad that he is had finally managed to overcome that sharp pain he felt at seeing Sirius walk into the Great Hall with his arm around some giggling floozy. Yes now that pain was a dull ache, a very intense dull ache, but he assured himself that he was making good progress. Other than that idiotic and unnecessary 'ache' the werewolf's relationship with the black-haired boy had stayed purely platonic as he made sure not stare at Sirius' cute little backside for more than 7 seconds at a time, to avoid arousing suspicion...among other things.
'The relationship would have stayed that way,' he thought ruefully, 'but nooo Sirius had to start with this new little game of his.' For the amber-eyed teenager had convinced himself that a "game" was all that this could indeed be, and he wasn't about to get his hopes up that it was anything else because Sirius Black had never given any indication to him at least that he was anything but straight. Truly, all Remus wanted to do was jump on the animagus and snog him good and proper, but then he'd have some hefty explaining to do and new friends to find. 'A gay werewolf, boy Lupin you really do know how to make things easy for yourself.' He thought as he resisted the urge to bang his head on the wall of the closet. 'Even those muggle honks...er...quacks would have trouble swallowing that problem.' Yes, Remus would rather sacrifice fulfilling his own desires than to sacrifice the acceptance of the best friends he had ever come to know and love (some more than others). So wrapped up in these thoughts that he failed to notice the door opening and was quite shocked to see Sirius standing silhouetted in the doorway. There was a triumphant look on his face and an out of place hunger in his eyes.
"Ah there you are my darling Remmiekins, and now that I've found you…well, lets just say that I can keep us amused for the next couple of hours."
A/N Well, what do you think? That last line still bugs me but hey, I wanted to post it so yeah. Let me know if I should turn this into a chappy fic (prolly like 3 more chappies if I do) or just let it be... or kill it all together lol.
Question time! What did you all think of PoA? I know my friends and I thought that the acting was a lot better and the effect were cool, but we were so disappointed with the back story on Sirius, the shortness of the Shack scene, and the unexplained Marauders... I believe our one friend asked 'What's with the giant elk?' But I thought David Thewlis (Remus Lupin) was absolutely amazing! I was loving the bantering between Snape, Black, and Lupin too... I couldn't stop giggling! I mean what slash fan wouldn't want to hear 'you bicker like an old married couple' about their favorite pairing??
Oh, and who do you guys suspect is the HBP (think 6th book title). My friends and I had some thoughts... Hagrid, cause of his giant blood, he could like lead the giants that do come into the war or something. And maybe Remus, cause he is a half blood and he does have the werewolf in him, which is like half of him...or 1/28th lol, not really sure how that works as far as bloody goes. I would LOVE to see Remus' character get a bigger role. The biggest thing concerning him that we're (we being my friends and me) concerned about is if Remus is finally going to step up and be a 'dad' to Harry, all we have to work with is the 'keep in touch' we read in Ootp. But yes I'm done rambling.
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(Ok I am)
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