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Author Notes: We all know that something was going on between Sirius and Remus...starting in the Marauders sixth year at Hogwarts.
Warning: Sirius/Remus slash. Deal with it. Also drinking, mild swearing, and overall pranking of the Marauder variety.
As the Quidditch match ended and cheers erupted from the scarlet and gold clad Gryffindors, Remus Lupin was engulfed in a flurry of limbs.
"Come on Remus!" shouted Lily Evans, her red hair whipping around her face as she grabbed the werewolf's wrist and insistently pulled him down the stands, past rows of exuberant Gryffindors, to end up on the grassy Quidditch pitch. The two shoved through the ecstatic Gryffindor team to the middle, Remus squirming uncomfortably in Lily's grasp, where James Potter and Sirius Black were winking and waving to their fans.
"James!" squeaked Lily gleefully as she threw her arms around her boyfriend's neck and they disentangled themselves from the crowd to walk back up to the castle. Remus looked after them wistfully before turning his attention to Sirius, who was standing with his hands on his hips.
"What, Rem, aren't you going to congratulate me?" Sirius asked, cocking his eyebrow.
"Of course. You were wonderful, as always," Remus said softly, admiration for his dark-haired friend washing through him.
"Naturally. I am Sirius Black after all," quipped Sirius, pulling away from the adoring girls clinging to him and putting his arm around Remus's shoulders, making his stomach whirl with nerves. "Come on, let's get up to the castle. We have a party to throw!"
Hours later, Remus was in the midst of a full-blown party. Gryffindors of every year filled the common room, trays of food and bottles of both Firewhiskey and the muggle drink beer, procured by Sirius, covered the tables, and banners proclaiming the Quidditch cup win were draped on the walls. Remus surveyed the situation in bemusement, looking for his friends. He knew that Lily and James had long since established themselves on a couch to snog and review James's spectacular catch of the snitch with adoring fans, and that Peter had snuck up to the dorms for some privacy. Remus half thought of joining Peter, not liking these big parties very much and wishing for the solitude of his bed and comfort of his book, until he located Sirius; who was halfway through his second bottle of Firewhiskey and attempting to convince two love-struck fourth years to try some beer. Remus marched over to his friend, pushing through the sea of people to admonish his friend.
"Sirius! They're not of age, and neither are you!" the werewolf insisted, tearing the drinks out of the fourth years' hands and pulling Sirius away.
"Oh lighten up Moony, you're such a wanker sometimes. Watch this!"
Remus retracted from Sirius at these words, shocked and concerned about what Sirius was about to do, while his friend jumped up on the nearest table, scattering crisps everywhere and drawing the attention of almost every girl in the room.
"Who wants to snog Sirius Black?" Sirius shouted drunkenly, and was answered immediately by screams and a stampede of girls. Remus watched in amazement as a fifth year, Annie Colt, followed his friend out of the common room and down the hallway. Remus paused for a moment and then tore out after the pair, following Annie's giggles down the corridor to a passage covered by a heavy tapestry. Trembling, Remus pulled the tapestry back slowly, tears sliding into his eyes as he saw the pair snogging heavily. He gasped, startling the two out of their activities.
"Remus...what? What are you doing, can't you see that I'm busy?" questioned Sirius, confused and with a tinge of anger in his voice, glancing blankly between Annie and Remus.
"I just...I thought you might regret..." Remus said in a panicked tone of voice, frozen in place by Sirius's angry glare.
"Thought I might regret what, Remus? The only thing I regret right now is choosing you as a friend," Sirius snapped, and at this statement Remus turned and fled back to the common room, stumbling as tears blurred his eyes.
This is how people lose friends! I promised myself I would never actively do anything that might endanger the friends that, somehow, actually seem to like me. Stupid stupid stupid. Remus thought to himself, walking listlessly around the common room, where the party was still in full swing, until he ran into a first year who was stumbling around, clearly tipsy and holding a bottle of Firewhiskey.
"Who gave you this? Who? Was it Sirius? Oh, never mind, just get back up to your room and be glad I'm not giving you a detention," Remus growled, snatching the drink out of the little girl's hand and half-carrying her to the bottom of the girls staircase. Hmmmm, Remus thought as he watched the girl stagger up the stairs, perhaps I should try...it seems to work for them...and Remus took a swig of the foamy liquid. He winced as the liquid burned down his throat, but persisted drinking until the Firewhiskey was gone. A light buzz filled his senses, partially erasing the pain and self-loathing filling him. He wandered over to where Lily and James were settled on their couch, snagging another bottle of Firewhiskey from a table on his way.
"Hey Moony, what's up? Did Sirius finally convince you to loosen up a little?" James questioned, noticing the bottle in Remus's hand.
"You could say that," Remus said bitterly, swaying slightly as he lifted the bottle to his mouth and took a long sip.
"Remus, you might want to slow down," Lily interjected, noticing that Remus's swaying was increasing with every sip he took and picking up on the pain in his voice. "Do you want to talk about it?"
"No, I...I...," and with those words, Remus blacked out.
"Come on, let's put him up here...Merlin...he's so bloody light..."
"Wonder what happened to him? He never drinks."
"He did seem upset...I bet Sirius knows."
"Probably. Let's go James, there's nothing we can do for him now. Your dorm or mine?"
"Mine. Peter is the only one there now, I don't think Sirius has returned yet."
Remus twitched at the mention of Sirius's name, which sounded muffled and barely distinguishable through the pounding in his head. The voices faded before he could move further, and the next moment the blackness engulfed him again.
Remus awoke to a tickling sensation on his face. He opened his eyes to find that a mop of long black hair was hanging over what looked like the edge of a couch to fall on his face. He sneezed, and then gasped as he inhaled the unmistakable scent of Sirius, jerking upright and then moaning as his vision blurred and his head pounded.
"Well hellooooo Moons," Sirius slurred. "What're you doing down there on the floor?"
Remus laughed inwardly at Sirius's position; the taller boy was sprawled across the couch with his head hanging down, but then stifled his amusement as the memory of his encounter with Sirius rushed back into his head.
"You tell me," Remus said slowly, attempting to push himself up from the floor. In his drunken state, however, he wound up on top of Sirius instead, causing a blush to immediately color his cheeks and butterflies to fill his stomach.
"Whoaaaaa there Rem, no need to attack me," Sirius looked up at Remus lazily, righting his head so that it was laying on the armrest of the couch and holding onto the werewolf's arms to prevent him from rising, as he was so emphatically trying to do.
"S-s-Sirius! Let me...oh" Remus ceased to protest and let out a soft sigh as Sirius's lips were suddenly pressed against his own and everything was perfect and lights were exploding behind his eyes and he never knew anything could be so right. But then the contact was removed, and the events of the night moved into high relief in his thoughts, and he realized that Sirius must be playing a joke or was just too drunk to realize what he was doing. And with that realization, Remus fled, leaving Sirius to pass out again on the couch in the wreckage of the party.
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