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Speed Drabble: "Are you crazy", (word) Stereotype, "Don't worry, I love you anyway."
FF Writing Month Readers Choice Awards, Round 1.
Word Count: 525
A Tropical Christmas
"Are you crazy?" Regulus asked, his dark eyes wide. "Mother will kill you."
Sirius rolled his eyes as he continued to throw various items of clothes into his suitcase. "Only if a certain little snitch tells her," he shot back, offering his younger brother a dark glare.
It had been a very brief and quick decision for Sirius to agree to go on holiday with his boyfriend, Remus, during the Christmas holidays, and it was going to be the first Christmas that Sirius hadn't spent either at Grimmauld Place or at the Potter's. But Sirius was excited, and he couldn't wait to flee the country with Remus.
Christmas at Grimmauld Place was dismal at best. It was the perfect opportunity for the entire extended family to approach the main house, and look down their snooty noses at Sirius. He was told almost every year by at least one aunt or uncle that the Sorting Hat was sure to have made a mistake.
"Anyway," Sirius continued, pushing his hands down on the leather suitcase to hold it shut, before fastening the zipper. "Aren't you going to be busy this year with the ladies of the family?" He smirked.
Regulus's ears flushed crimson. "Actually, Mother, Aunt Druella, Bellatrix, Narcissa and I will be spending Christmas at the Malfoy Manor—"
"Yes. The ladies of the family. You, one of the ladies, having afternoon tea with old Mrs Malfoy," interrupted Sirius, though Regulus continued as if he hadn't heard him.
"—Mother and Aunt Druella want to make more connections with the Malfoys in the hope that Narcissa might marry their son."
Sirius rolled his eyes for only the second time since Regulus had wandered into his bedroom. "What a Pureblood stereotype. A betrothal," he muttered sarcastically, before yanking the suitcase off the bed in a sweeping motion. "Anyway, I'm leaving. I'll see you after Christmas, little bro," he bade, waggling his fingers. As Regulus opened his mouth to respond, Sirius was already dashing out of the bedroom door, taking extra precautions to avoid his mother on the way out.
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Just a few hours later, Sirius was relaxing on a secluded beach, his arms stretched out over his head. He and Remus had found a wonderful little cove just half an hour after apparating into the sunny Bahamas, and they had instantly settled down for a spot of sunbathing.
Sirius reached out with his hand and stroked Remus's sharp, stubbly face, making him flinch, before turning his head to smile at Sirius, nestling his cheek into his boyfriend's palm.
"I'm sorry, Remus" Sirius murmured, admiring the way the tropical sun made Remus's generally pasty skin glow. "I hate that I come from such a family of...well, such a family of idiots."
"Don't worry, I love you anyway," Remus replied with another smile. "Regardless of your second name."
"If we ever get married, I'll take your surname," Sirius smirked, and Remus chuckled.
"I'm sure your mother will love that."
Sirius stretched his arm out, and Remus snuggled into his embrace as they lay there on the warm sand. It was going to be a great Christmas.