DISCLAIMER: Not mine. None of it. Probably not even the idea.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Okay, well, this is my first slash, so I'm writing under a different pen name. Anybody wanting a straight story, check out 'Elizabeth Tears'. That's my OTHER name. I couldn't write under that because my friends read my other stories, and well, they are very ANTI slash.
Please no flames on this story, 'cos I KNOW it's not the best, and rather controversial. But if you don't want to read slash, then DON'T, and leave us slash goers alone! =D Anyway, if you DO read, and you're NOT a slash hater, then PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE review!
ROMANCE FROM EVERY QUARTER
Dumbledore's eyes glittered mischeviously as he held his hands up to demand silence in the Great hall. Although no one was actually paying attention to the headmaster, all conversation trailed off immediately.
Dumbledore grinned merrily as he thought of the advantage of being a wizard and began to speak.
"As always, welcome back to Hogwarts to the already established students, and a very hearty welcome to the new breed of Ravenclaws, Hufflepuff's, Slytherins and of course Gryffindors!"
He paused a moment for the cheers to die down before continuing.
"To the 1st years, you must remember that the Forbidden Forest is, as its name implied, FORBIDDEN, to EVERYONE, with NO exceptions."
Dumbledore's eyes flicked momentarily to the Marauder's usual table, and gave an almost imperceptible nod to the 4 supposedly non-existent exceptions. His eyes flicked away again, before anyone could notice his momentary distraction.
"There is, however, one piece of new information that I must impart to you."
He watched in amusement as the waning attention of the students returned full force.
"As an initiative of last year's Head Boy and girl, the staff and I have decided to allow you students to put together a ..." He paused a moment for effect. "Play."
There was a confused silence amongst the students in the hall.
"A-A what, sir?" Somebody called from amongst the sea of students.
"A play, Mr Black." Dumbledore replied, smiling. "A dramatic piece, a montage of scenes, a musical. An all singing, all dancing, all acting extravaganza. An event that will change the way you...Oh, yes, Minerva, you're quite right." He whetted his lips and returned to the subject.
"Anybody wishing to be involved, should attend the meeting on Saturday of next week. The parts will be open to any year." He added for good measure. "Good night, everyone."
He sat down and turned his ear to the confused and excited conversations of the students.
"Y'know, I think Dumbledore has finally gone balmy."
"Ah, give it a chance, Padfoot." Remus Lupin said, grinning. "Just because YOU don't know what a play is."
He dodged away from Sirius's retaliatating attack.
"I know what a play is." He said sulkily, crossing his arms and slumping down in his seat.
"Just because you're an ignorant pureblood doesn't mean we don't love ya."
James joined the onversation, slinging his arm casually around Sirius's neck.
How come HE can say that and it means nothing? Remus wondered sourly and got up with the rest of them.
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Remus cast a hasty glance around and stepped out of the dormitories. Pulling his cloak tight around himself, he stealthily made his way through the common room.This was where he would face his greatest challenge.
He didn't THINK any of the Marauders were in there. James and Peter had gone to 'tickle the pear' as it were, and Sirius was...doing whatever it was that Sirius did on a Saturday night.
So he was not exactly expecting all 3 of them to be sitting in their usual chairs, playing exploding snap.
They looked up as he entered.
"You going somewhere, Moony?" Sirus asked, raising a suggestive eyebrow.
"No." Remus muttered, and tried to make his way across the room, avoiding further confrontation.
"You look nice, Remus." Peter said politely. He had never quite felt comfortable using their nicknames in public.
"Yeah, you going on a date?" James demanded slyly, grinning.
I will not look at Sirius, I will not look at Sirius. Remus chanted silently, then DAMMIT!
As he sneaked an involuntary glance at his best friend. Sirius was watching interestedly.
Dammit, he doesn't care.
"N-no." He stuttered aloud. "I just thought I might...y'know...like go to that...meeting?" He almost asked, as though asking their permission.
His permission.
Oh good god, they were staring at him.
He felt his cheeks grow warm, and he shifted from foot to foot.
"Well, g'bye, then." He muttered, and made a heroic bust for the portrait hole.
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Remus lay back against the wall, panting heavily.Why did that disturb him so much? He asked himself. Okay, so Sirius was there. Why did that matter?
Because you love him, you nutcase.
The thought rose unbidden into his head.
Shut up! He told it viciously. I do NOT love Sirius! I just...
You want to hug him, you want to kiss him, you want to make him yo-...
"Shut up! Just shut up!" He snapped loudly into the silence and strode purposefully away.
Just then, he heard a voice hailing him back.
"Hey! Remus! Wait up!"
Remus didn't need to turn around to know whose voice that was.
"Sirius?" He asked, pretending he didn't recognize him and turning around. "What are you doing out here?"
Sirius shrugged.
"I thought I might make an appearance at this meeting of yours." He grinned. "Unless you're afraid I'll upstage you."
Remus laughed nervously.
"No, no. Well, c'mon then. Otherwise we're going to be late."
Sirius laughed one of those easy, rolling laughs he was so good at.
"That's my Moony! Never one to be late." He flung his arm heavily around his friend's shoulders.
I wish I WAS your Moony. Remus thought and then hastily blocked the idea.
...But I do NOT want you to take your arm away...
