AN: Just a little fun story based off of the fic Four Essays. Warning: swearing and mentioned child abuse as well as mentioned attempt at suicide. LE/JP and Wolfstar! So basically watch out for the wonders of slash!
Disclaimer: The characters belong to none other than J K Rowling (NOT ME) and the plot belongs to the amazing writer of Four Essays, I just twisted things up a bit.
No flames, but please review! Thnx.
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Who made this bullshit question?!Sirius frowned, staring hard at the paper.
What is love?
How was he, of all people, supposed to know? And how did anyone get this on a DADA test?
I'll bet it was Dumbledore. He has influence in the Ministry, Sirius thought sullenly.
He put his quill to the paper, resigned.
Wait - the problem is that I don't even know about love.
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This was most definitely Dumbledore's work. Who else would make such a question?
Remus suppressed a smile. He looked over and saw Sirius chewing his lip unconsciously, James staring blankly, and Lily looking like she was about to murder someone. Yes, they had also seen the question.
Remus, however, knew what to write.
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Fuck.
That question was staring her in the face.
And Lily didn't know what to write. Or rather, who to write it about.
Just answer the question normally, not about a specific person, Lily thought to herself.
Easier said than done, however.
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James Potter was stumped.
Love. Who was made to write about bloody love?!
He cast a glance at Lily, whose hair was up in a flaming red bun, and sighed.
Damn him if he didn't know what to answer.
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As soon as he read the essays, Dumbledore found himself very pleased. Four stood out in specific, and he intended to meddle in some matters that teachers really ought not to meddle in.
Love, actually. Dumbledore was planning to meddle in love issues of four bright 7th year students.
So he made his way down to the Gryffindor common room, stopping as soon as he entered through the door.
"I failed," Lily was moaning. The headmaster stifled a grin.
"If it's any comfort, so did I," Remus said.
Sirius Black crossed his arms. "If anyone failed on that last question, I did. I used five different swear words while describing my dearest family and called them 'inbred racist bastards'."
James shook his head. "Nah, mate, I ranted and said I didn't care a shit about the question."
"I'm pretty sure we all flunked that thing," Lily added dejectedly.
"Wrong." Dumbledore said, stepping in with a smile. He had the four mentioned essays in his hand. "You all got Os."
His proclamation left the students wide-eyes and open-mouthed. "And now you will read each other's essays."
"No!" Sirius was the first to object. "No! I won't let anyone read that!"
The two others shook their heads, but James shrugged. "Everyone knows what I put. They've heard it all a thousand times before," he said reasonably.
Remus, however, looked stricken. "That's private!"
Lily was sure she was close to hyperventilating. Even if she hadn't named his directly, her essay was all about James. She couldn't let him read that!
"They don't know!" Sirius pleaded to Dumbledore.
"What don't we know?" James demanded. Remus glanced at his friend, worried.
"You just…it's not…not that important, but…"
Remus pulled him down and while red something in Sirius' ear, to which the latter nodded. After a whispered conversation, Sirius pulled away.
"Okay," Dumbledore announced. "To make this easier, I shall start by exchanging essays between Sirius and James and Lily and Remus."
"That doesn't make it any easier," Sirius muttered into his hands, but accepted James' essay.
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Five minutes later, Lily and Remus were staring at each other with knowing smiles, both slightly red, and Sirius was flinching away from a shouting James.
"YOU DIDN'T TELL ME YOU BLOODY PRAT!" the bespectacled boy roared.
"You didn't notice," Sirius replied coolly.
"YOU MEAN I DIDN'T WALK IN ON YOU…YOU DOING THAT!"
"James, calm down," Remus said, turning to his friend.
"HE-HE TRIED TO FUCKING--"
"Yes, we know," Sirius snapped. "I would have told you, but…but you'd look at me differently."
"YOU IDIOT!" James yelled, then wrapped his arms around Sirius in a tight hug.
"Uh, J-James, you're going to finish what I meant to do," Sirius wheezed. "Let go of me."
"Sorry, mate." James let go.
"Um, what exactly did you do?" Lily asked Sirius.
"No doubt you'll be getting mine next," he replied, voice slightly bitter.
"Indeed," Dumbledore spoke up, eyes twinkling. "Remus and James, swap. Lily and Sirius do the same."
"This is getting really old," Lily muttered as she took Sirius' essay and handed him hers.
"I KNEW IT!" Sirius cried a few minutes later.
Lily looked up. "I'm sorry, Sirius."
The teenager waved a hand. "Stop being so sentimental, Evans."
"You don't have to act all the time," she whispered to him. For a moment Sirius' eyes seemed to radiate loneliness, but he shook his head and turned away.
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By the time all of them had read each other's essays, four things happened.
The first: Lily ran away from the common room.
The second: James ran after her.
The third: Sirius nearly broke down in tears.
The fourth: four people kissed the person they loved.
But I must start at the beginning.
Dumbledore left the four students as soon as Lily ran away, James pelting after her.
Lily herself had taken off as soon as she had finished reading James' essay because he loved her and she loved him and it was all so confusing.
"Wait, Lily!" James called. "What's true?!"
That stopped her. "What do you mean?"
"Do you love me or not?"
"I- yes, James, I do."
His face lit up in the most wonderful smile she had ever seen. "So we're-?"
She kissed him to shut him up.
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Meanwhile, Sirius was staring down at Remus' essay. "I'm not straight," he muttered.
"I can see that." He looked up to see Remus smiling at him. "Sure keep those emotions bottled up, eh, Pads?"
"Moony…" Sirius moved closer to his friend. "…Do you…?"
"Yes," Remus replied firmly. "I love you, Sirius."
"But I'm…"
The teenager cupped Sirius' face in his hands. "You deserve love, Padfoot. And don't you ever say you don't."
Sirius placed his hands around Remus, eyes welling up against his will. "I love you, too."
And then they kissed, just because they knew what love was.
