Hate hate hate...
These characters do not belong to me. This story does contain slash, a.k.a M/M situations, althoug barely. If that offends you, just dont read. I do apologise for spelling errors and such, english is not my first language but I try my best. Ok, think that just about covers it.
Sirius Black is sitting in the great hall growling at his cereal. It's his favorite cereal and he has just realized that he utterly, completely hates it.
Almost as much as he hates the golden rays of sunlight that are currently shining at the golden locks of one Remus Lupin. Remus Lupin that is staring at the table in an desperate attempt to avoid Sirius's gaze. Sirius gives his cereal another glare followed by a low growl.
His first class is DADA. Usually it's his favorite class but today he loathes it wholeheartedly, and when he walks through the corridors on his way there he realizes just what a hateful place this is. He hates the castle, and the beautiful sunny day.
He hates all those people smiling. He hates his robes that fit him so well, and he hates his soft black hair.
But most of all he hates HATES hates himself. He hates how stupid and optimistic and overly egoistic he is.
His bad mood has nothing what so ever to do with the fact that yesterday evening, when everybody had gone up, he kissed Remus…or tried to. It has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that Remus tore away like he was being burned and ran out. Most of all it has nothing to do with Remus avoiding him ever since.
No, it is simply because he is just realizing that the world is a hateful place, and he hates everything about this day.
Sirius Black is sitting in the great hall grinning at his toast. The toast in question is severely burned, but Sirius has quite recently discovered that he actually prefers it burned.
When he fights through the storm on his way to the first class, in greenhouse two, he is amazed at how he has gotten through 16 years without ever discovering just how lovely rain can be.
Especially when you almost get stuck in the swamp like mud, and your shoes give that funny smlooomp sound when you forcefully break yourself free. He loves that sound.
He loves rain. He loves the sour and grumpy Gryffindors that are battling the elements right alongside with him.
His cheerful mood has nothing to do with the fact that last night, when he was lying in bed, Remus came and talked to him. It has nothing to do with the fact that Remus said he had just been scared, and then brushed his soft lips against Sirius's. Most of all it has nothing to do with Remus holding his hand now, letting Sirius drag him trough the rain, sporting a silly grin that could easily match Sirius's own.
No, it is simply because Sirius has just realized that he loves this day. Loves.
Well, there you have it. Fluffy, short and well, humm, yeah thats about it. :)