Title: High Heels
Author: Lhune
Summary: The Marauders will have their first Yule Ball... and James thinks that requires him to know how to dance. Featuring Sirius as star performer.
Pairing: very mild RL/SB
Disclaimer: Do you think there's a chance I own them? No? Well, you're right about that.
High Heels
(1/2)
"Evans will think me a complete idiot!" a distraught boy called out in panic while pulling his black hair. He raised his hazel eyes dramatically to the heavens above…erm, the ceiling of their dormitory would be more like it.
A plump boy called Peter patted him encouragingly on the upper arm as he cursed 'that evil twisted Fate which was conspiring against him along with Dumbledore. He could've known the "senile" old man was NOT what he seemed to be'
Remus had a hard time trying to suppress an amused smile that threatened to make an appearance on his lips. And seeing the accusing glare the bespectacled boy shot him he knew he must've failed.
The amber-eyed werewolf turned to look for help with the last remaining occupant of the room since he knew Peter Rabbit (as they called him) would never let down his idol James.
Notorious Sirius Black, famous for his name, his character and above all, his looks.
Remus was sure the boy would be laughing his 'alluring' head off at James' antics. To his surprise, however, the black-haired subject of so many female (and even various male) desires was sitting quietly on his bed, apparently lost to the world as he was occupied by his own thoughts.
This comportment made the smile on the werewolf's face vanish and be replaced by a worried frown. The Padfoot he knew would never behave like this unless something very important was claiming his mind. (Like a phenomenal prank but he'd always let them, his fellow Marauders, join in the fun as soon as he could. The only other possibility that came to Remus' mind at the moment, was the Black-family)
"You alright Sirius?" Remus asked carefully.
As the words left his mouth not only Sirius' eyes turned to look at him, but James and Peter stopped their wrestling match to look at him as well. (For some reason or another they had gotten a little disagreement when Moony hadn't been looking at them.) The two hurriedly untangled themselves and moved their gazes almost ashamed towards the ground . Only to instantly raise their attention back up to Sirius this time.
Said black-haired boy stared at them in wonder. After a second or two had passed, an amused grin appeared on his chiseled lips which lightened his entire face.
"I see, so'this' is the dance you mean to introduce at the Yule Ball."
James sputtered indignantly.
"I do say, I'm sure Evans will notice you this time." Sirius said seriously, his grey eyes alight with mirth.
The tawny-haired boy said to himself he must've been mistaken to worry about his friend earlier on because the boy was… well, he was Padfoot. And it certainly couldn't be possible Padfoot had been worrying about the upcoming ball, even if it would be their first. Because ,unlike Remus, he had the entire Hogwards student population dreaming to be his girlfriend, so he'd certainly find a suitable date (if not more than one)
The werewolf was sure no one would care whether Sirius was to dance a little less conventionally or not. Even if he had the feeling Padfoot would've no problem moving up to girls' standard…
Then again, he might be wrong about that. Why else would his friend have acted the way he had? (if it hadn't been a figment of his imagination of course) He decided to let these thoughts rest as his attention was drawn towards James who was clasping the aforementioned black-haired boy to himself in despair.
"You have to help me Padfoot! I know you can!" James nearly begged, his black hair even more in disarray then ever… McGonnagle would say he was a fright if she sere to see him now.
Sirius coolly turned to look at him in mock disdain. "And what, my dearest Prongsie, would I be able to help you with if I may ask?" he drawled overly polite.
"You have to-" James started to say but halted when he noticed all eyes in the dormitory were fixed upon him. Not that he minded, he rather enjoyed the attention he got. That is, until Sirius rolled his eyes in exasperation.
"What, my boy? Spit it out already." He said hereby spoiling the tension that hung in the air.
"Teach me how to dance!" James suddenly blurted out.
Remus stared at him in disbelief. When the spectacled boy noticed this he hastened to explain.
"I'm sure you can dance fantastically!"
Sirius elegantly raised an eyebrow at this.
"I heard Evans and her friends talk about this one day…"
("When!? Why wasn't I there with you?" Peter squealed)
"… and it'd only be normal, you being a member of an aristocratic family such as the Black one."
At the mention of his family name Sirius momentarily scrounged up his face in disgust.
Seeming to be oblivious to this gesture James continued his speech. "They said, you know, Lily and her friends, it's a tradition in all 'Higher' families to teach their children how to dance." He stopped for a second to take a deep breath.
Before one of his friends could even think about something to say he spoke again.
"…Which only would be normal seeing you have fancy dinner-parties all the time where you dance afterwards… and, another thing I heard-
(just how long have you been spying on the girls without any of us present?)
-you walk so elegantly and graciously and refined, it almost seems like you flow over the ground you walk on, their words I assure you! Such words never crossed my mind… not that they aren't true but-"he had been waving his hands in the air all the time, gesturing wildly.
He now let them fall down limply by his side as he ended his plea, staring intently at Sirius. "The moves of a dancer they said, so I ask you… Teach me how to dance so that Lily shan't think me an idiot?"
…
It was deadly silent after that. Peter's eyes were nearly popping out of their sockets… but that happened on more occasions the werewolf considered. Nearly popping that is, hey never really had. Tough that one time they had been awfully close to it…
Remus line of thoughts, as well as the silence, was broken when Sirius' laughter reached the Marauders' ears.
The black-haired boy was doubled over, his shiny locks in mild disarray. Of course they were not quite as tousled as the ones on James' head.
"But it did make sense, no?" the spectacled boy asked defensively.
Ostentatiously wiping the supposedly tears of laughter from his eyes, Sirius straightened and looked seriously at his friend.
"I never really got those lessons you talk about but if you insist I can always try to help you… learning how to dance." He said with a hint of bitter humour.
"But, then they (meaning the girls) were wrong about the dancing?" Peter squeaked not understanding. (honestly, never heard from such a slow rabbit :D)
Sirius pushed a lock of his hair out of his face where it had fallen straight into his eyes before he turned to Peter.
"Regulus did receive those lessons Prongs ranted about (One can't call that 'talking') but as I was not deemed 'fit' to be one of the family they thought I shouldn't be needing them." He shrugged offhandedly.
"Ah" Peter said in choir with James.
"But as I have seen them dance often, and I did join them from time to time, I think I can say how to dance." His eyes twinkled once more with the mirth they were used to see in Padfoot's grey orbs.
Remus had stayed silent all the time but, he looked at Sirius who was currently faced with an overly enthusiast Prongs, he was sure to have seen a shadow cross his friend's face when talking about dancing lessons.
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Sooo… this was the first part out of two. I'll be updating the second (and last) part when I have found the time to type it. Which should somewhere along next days as I have it written down already.
Would you please tell me what think about it this far?
Lhune
