Dedication: Umm, let's see, working through my friends, trying to think whom this would most relate to, how about to Ioana and Anastasia, who walked through the rain with me.
Rules and Regulations
Remus Lupin, sixteen year-old prefect Gryffindor werewolf, wants to seduce someone. When Remus wants to do anything, he makes lists, creates rules and regulations for himself, and gives himself instructions. So why should seduction be any different?
Sirius Black, nearly 17 illegal Gryffindor animagus and heir to Merlin knows how many Galleons, also wants to seduce someone. When Sirius wants to do something, he rarely thinks it through. He often has the idea and acts upon it immediately. So why should seduction be any different?
Remus sits in the Library. Feet propped on the chair across the table, shoes kicked off, but near enough to his feet so if he wants them quickly, they're there. He planned that too. Now he's planning his seduction. Sketching with a muggle biro on a piece of parchment worn from many hours in a busy schoolboy's bag. Mumbling things like 'Stand there, recite Sonnet 17, move closer, say-'. It's his fourteenth attempt in as many hours.
Sirius strides through the school, already knowing where his love is. He's not thinking of how to speak, to stand, to breathe, he's thinking about the next Quidditch match against Hufflepuff, the sway of his slowly lengthening hair, and the sound of his boots on the hardwood floor of the Library Corridor.
Remus, never one for littering, starts gathering his papers full of stupidly romantic plans and picks up his bag. He gets half-way to the Library door before a large black blur known as Sirius Black whirls in through the very door, gathers Remus (like papers) into his arms and kisses him in full sight of the almost aged Madame Pince. When they break apart, Remus mumbles something about Sonnet 17 and Sirius looks over the papers Remus dropped, and just has to kiss him again.
Quick thanks to ANYONE who has reveiwed in the past, it's a gorgeous feeling to get them.