Author: Sazmuffin
Disclaimer: I ow nothing of Harry Potter.
A/N: This is Remus/Sirius slash. If you're not into that type of thing, don't read it. Savvy?
Mistaken
The steam from the latest shower of the Gryffindor seventh year boy's dorm engulfed Remus as he tried to brush his teeth. It choked him, making him swallow the minty smelling but foul tasting toothpaste. Remus sputtered uncontrollably, trying to swig some water down his throat to remove the taste.
He raised his arms above his head, to open his lungs wider and get some oxygen and once again he tried to rinse out the toothpaste in his mouth. It worked. Remus braced himself on the ancient marble sink top, his eyes drooping and his breathing labored. This had to be an omen. Today is not going to go well, he thought with a sigh.
Tying his shoelaces and buttoning the last button on his shirt, Remus made his way down to the Hall. The smell of pancakes, grits, and bacon floated into his nose, along with perfumes of girls and the smell of grass.
A laugh like the wind echoed into his ears, as he turned his gaze to the sound. There she was. The object of his affection. A leggy, brown-haired, green-eyed beauty with a brain. Remus had fancied her for ages-ever since he was a little lad. Her full name was Gwendolyn, but everyone called her Gwen. His eyes washed over her, drinking in every bit. How her hair fell from her shoulders in large, wide curls; how her eyes lit up when she laughed; how her lips were taut and firm whenever she was working on a charm.
"Remus! Remus, over here!" her voice was alto, ringing in his ears like a melody stuck in someone's head. She grinned, her whites glistening in the sunlight.
Remus started forward, and tripped over his own two feet, falling flat on his face. The girls around her giggled uncontrollably, and Gwen hissed at them to shut up. "Ughhhhhhh," the boy moaned into the tile.
"Are you okay?" she asked as she got down to her knees, helping him sit up.
"I'll be fine, Gwen," Remus replied, coloring.
She nodded at him and they stood, looking at each other and then awkwardly pointing in the other direction, saying they had to go.
Sirius sauntered down to breakfast, pairs of eyes staring at him as he walked by. He plopped down on the bench next to Remus, who was hiding in a bowl of oatmeal.
"Why must I be inconceivably clumsy around her every time I see her?" he asked, his voice muffled.
"Because you're sweet on her, you dope," came Sirius's reply.
"Gee, I wonder where you got that interpretation. Maybe because you're too jealous to even give me advice."
"I never said that I didn't approve or I didn't like. I just don't want you two together."
"Oh, that's encouraging. My own mate doesn't want me to date the girl of my dreams," Remus scoffed, and buttered a scone.
"Possibly, I don't think they're going to be up for it, though," Sirius looked down.
Remus looked at him as if he had five pairs of eyes. "Are you taking the mickey? Any girl here would jump at the chance just to touch you."
"I.. I'm not talking about a girl..," his reply was not even a whisper.