A/N: I wrote this randomly. I love Young!Sirius/Remus. Matter of fact, I may write tomorrow's fic as young! as well. For the record, I imagine Remus and Sirius as only being eleven in this fic, though they could be up to around 14 at a push... after that I'm pretty sure it'd be much more hormone fueled.
Disclaimer: JKR owns.
Warning: Preslash
Challenge: People on Bebo and LiveJournal are giving me prompts for Sirius/Remus fics, and I'll write one (or just biff the lot and write whatever I want) per day, posting them there, and here. This'll go on for the whole of May, so feel free to pop over to my LJ (link in my profile) and drop me a prompt!
Prompt: None
Hand
"Sirius, be careful! You're gonna get us found out!" Remus whispered urgently as the two boys crept forward under the invisibility cloak, sneaking silently into the Transfiguration classroom.
"Relax, it's late. Nobody's gonna find us. We'll put this dungbomb on McGonagall's chair, leg it, and tomorrow we'll look completely innocent when she sits on it in class. It'll be brilliant." Sirius turned back to smile that smile, the smile he always seemed to save for when Remus was having a fit of nerves, or getting all rules-y on them in the middle of a prank. One thing was for sure; it worked on Remus every single time.
"Fine. Just be careful..." They snuck forward again, winding between the desks, until they were at the teachers chair.
"Okay, put it down and go." Remus hissed urgently, and Sirius grinned again, making a big show of being super-careful about putting the dungbomb on the chair, and-
Any thoughts of post-prank celebration left the boys minds, as the door of McGonagall's office flung open, revealing their tartan-clad professor, furious as anything.
"Leg it!" Sirius hissed, glad he hadn't taken the cloak off yet to celebrate, grabbed his cohort's hand, and ran for it.
And as they sprinted back to the Gryffindor tower, unable to conceal the occasional exhilirated whoop of laughter, Sirius was unable to shake the feeling of how good Remus' hand was in his.