A Werewolf's Vow
Chapter 1:Valentines Day
On Saturday February 14th, Remus John Lupin was asleep on his bed, dreaming calmly of a Shakespearean play he just read, Romeo and Juliet. Today was one of the days Remus disliked for multiple reasons, some were similar to why he disliked Christmas.
On these two holidays, everywhere you went you saw people snogging in the halls, or under a mistletoe if it's Christmas. Valentines brought false hopes to girls, and even to a few boys. This was Remus' fifth year at Hogwarts and thus his fifth year with hopes dying.
Remus had ended up waking a few minutes later but kept his eyes closed, hoping he could sleep again when he feels himself get pushed deep into his bed, letting out a small whimper he opens his eyes, 90% sure he knew who he'd see.
"Hello Moony! Guess who's free to be with the lonely party this year?"
Remus felt like pushing Sirius Black off him as he feels his lower half go numb. "I'm guessing you are Monsieur Padfoot...what happened to Alice?"
"Decided to go with Frank...I swear, you think you know someone-"
"Did you kiss her?" Sirius stays silent. "Thought so...I bet you tried and got the pleasure of kissing her fist."
"I swear...that gir-"
"Will you get off me.."
"Oh, right." Sirius smiles and jumps off Remus, allowing him space to sit up then sits on the bed again, "ready for the party tonight?"
These words snapped Remus out of his half asleep trance and, sitting up too fast for his body's likeness, he moans and lies down again, "please Sirius...no party.."
"Oh, yes there has to be one! Don't worry, I'll buy the firewhiskey, and yes Remus," he adds, noticing the dislike on Remus' face. "I am going to get really drunk, and so are you!"
"I'm not worried about the whole getting drunk thing...it's the result of it, you know, in which you pass out and I have to shoo everyone away and clean up myself?"
"I am quite aware , but this time will be different, trust me."
"For some odd reason, I'm more reluctant..."
There are many things in the world that Remus hates, being a werewolf for example. Every full moon he has to experience pain, and that's the only thing he remembers. He's been like this since he was three years old, Fenrir Greyback had something against his father, so he bit Remus. And this..Remus thinks, is where my chocolate obsession started...
His parents warned him not to make friends, they were overprotective now. He promised he wouldn't get too close to anyone, but he couldn't promise not making friends. Now his best friends consist of James Potter, Sirius Black, and Peter Pettigrew, all of which help him when he becomes more furry than usual.
The three of them were animagi. James was a stag, Sirius a dog, and Peter a rat. Remus was thankful that he didn't have to be too alone during his time of the month, and he has become kind of close to Sirius.
Sirius would attempt to get Remus to play, attempting to lure him out so they could run around the Forbidden Forest. Peter was too scared to do anything, and James would watch until it got out of control. It was also Sirius' idea to have nicknames, since he would call Remus Moony. James liked the idea of nicknames, but he couldn't think of any good ones. So Remus came up with Padfoot for Sirius, Prongs for James, and Wormtail for Peter.
But that is all in the past, and now it's the Valentines Day Gryffindor Party. Sirius was staying near Remus a lot more than at the usual parties, he's just doing this so I can clean up after him...Remus thinks, but doesn't quite believe it.
At around 1am the students from other houses started filing out and most of the Gryffindor's had left the common room, including Remus and Sirius.
Down the corridors and in a secret passage to Honeydukes in Hogsmeade is where the two of them were. Remus was following a very drunk Sirius, slightly nervous as to what might happen. "Sirius...maybe we should head back befo-"
"No!" Remus flinches. "No, we...we're not heading back, I have to do this and if...if...if ugh what's his name, glasses and brown eyes?"
"James?"
"Ah yes that bloke! Yes...if...if James finds out..." Remus looks at Sirius in the darkness as his eyes adjust he notices something odd. Was Sirius' face redder than usual when he was drunk? No, you're imagining things Moony, maybe firewhiskey officially affected you...
"Sirius, you're drunk, let us..."
"No I...I have...You know, enough procrastinating Sirius!"
He's talking to himself...
"Alright...well..."
"Sirius what are you try-" Remus starts but before he can finish Sirius plants a very drunken kiss on his lips. He smells of firewhiskey...if he was sober he wouldn't be...or would he? Remus shakes the thoughts from his mind and kisses Sirius back, feeling his own face heat up.