And I Love You
This is the FIRST Harry Potter fanfiction I've ever posted. Sirius/Remus are my favorite pairing. IF IT OFFENDS YOU, I DON'T CARE. DON'T LEAVE ME A FLAME TELLING ME HOW DISGUSTING I AM.
Anyway, first chapters a bit short, but seconds a bit faster. This story takes place in their seventh year, in springtime. Please enjoy, and leave a comment.
Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling and all the other rich people.
Chapter 1
"Hey, Padfoot."
Sirius pulled his robes over his head, and turned to face James, who was running a comb uselessly through his hair. The handsome seventh year smirked; poor James – finally, Lily had seen the light in him, and he still couldn't get his hair to stay flat.
Pulling his hair out of his robes, Sirius raised a brow. "What?"
"What's up with Moony?" James asked, motioning towards the door. "He was out of here fast."
Sirius kneeled down, pretending to be looking through his trunk to hide his flush. "I don't know."
He could feel James's stare on his back. "Really? You guys were at the library a long time yesterday."
Sirius bristled. "Look, I don't ask you why you spend so much bloody time at the quidditch pitch! Come off it!"
He stood up, feeling a little stupid at his needless lash out. James looked a little taken aback.
"What's that got to do with-"
Felling the heat rise up in his cheeks again, Sirius waved his hand. "Sorry, mate. I'm just a little stressed out right now with exams. Anyway, let's get down to the Great Hall – I'm starving."
His books under his arm, he made quickly for the door, leaving James in his wake.
"Wait!" as he was jogging down the stairs, James came after him. "Would you wait a damn minute, you piss-"
He stopped mid-insult at the end of the stairs, almost colliding with Sirius. Lily Evans, as usual, stood at the foot of the stairs, her books tucked under one arm. She cast a glance at Sirius, who grinned; James was now nervously attempting to flatten his hair.
"I – well – Lily - "
Lily grabbed his arm, sticking out her tongue. "Come on, you great lump."
The three made their way through the portrait hole, Lily chatting amiably at the still dumbstruck James. Sirius allowed his thoughts to slip away as he followed them. Last night, he and Remus had indeed gone to the library, but halfway through their study session, Peeves had caused a complete ruckus, disturbing most of their study time. Sirius suggested the secret passage behind the mirror after Remus refused to just go back to the common room.
But … things had taken quite a turn from there. Growing tired of studying the textbook, he convinced Remus just to read it to him … and the way his voice sounded … steady, smooth… something inside of him stirred. Next moment, he had opened his eyes, turning over so their faces were so close, Sirius on his side. Remus had looked surprised, maybe even frightened by the almost predatory look in his eyes, but…
He could still taste Remus's lips. He licked his own, savoring the memory. But what had come over him? Touching his face, he ignored the slight annoyance that Remus had run out on him. Hadn't they both kissed? He stuffed his hands in his pockets, staring moodily at his feet. Come to think of it, he definitely had wanted to kiss Remus … but that wasn't really what he had planned on happening afterwards.
At the bottom of the stairs, he looked around, perhaps hopefully to spot Remus, maybe talking with another student or teacher. But before he could truly get a good look –
Wham.
Startled, Sirius stumbled back, reaching in his pocket for his wand. Next him James let out a low snarl.
"Watch it, Sniv-"
"James!" Lily hissed, and he fell silent.
Sirius looked blankly down at the figure below him. The crumpled student slowly stood up, pushing his long black hair away from his face. The look in Severus's eyes was a mixture of panic and hatred. Sirius scowled at him.
"Watch it."
Much to the surprise of the spectators who had stopped to watch, he turned roughly away and stalked towards the Great Hall. A few people murmured; some even sounded disappointed.
Whatever
, he thought, who the hell cares, anyway.At the foot of the staircase, Severus stared after him, his mouth slightly open and wand hanging loosely by his side.
