Chores

Sirius watched lazily as Remus served out his detention—scrubbing the floors of the dungeons. The werewolf was down on his hands and knees with a brush in his hand and a bucket full of water at his side. Currently, the animagus had his eyes glued to Remus' firm ass, making sure to get the image imprinted into his brain. He stood there without being noticed for quite a while, but eventually it was too tempting not to fire a quick spell before running away; Remus' gasp of "Sirius!" following him down the hall.