Spin the Butterbeer

"Your turn, Moony," said Peter as the two boys broke apart. Remus wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Right," he said, licking his lips. 'It'll be fun' she said, he thought ruefully. 'He won't suspect a thing,' she said. He chanced a look across the circle to Sirius, who was muttering to himself and giving the werewolf a strange look. I'm never listening to Lily Evans again.

"My turn, huh?" He put his hand on the bottle in front of him and gave it a half-hearted spin. It slowed to a stop quickly, and seemed to want to rest on James, but at the last minute it rotated a half-circle and pointed resolutely at Sirius.

Remus was torn. In his head, in the gallant and brave part of his consciousness, he always told himself that he would say 'no' to this situation. He'd sworn that he would look the love of his life in the eye and say, "I can't kiss you, Sirius, because I'm in love with you." And then he'd know that he loved him. And so forth.

But now, when those too-pink lips were offered to him willingly, and the beautiful, graceful head was inclined towards his, all thoughts of chivalry left his mind, and the protest died in his throat.

"I c-," he started to say. And stopped.

"Whatsamatter, Loopy, scared?" slurred Sirius, winking.

"Don't flatter yourself, Padfoot," he replied sharply, and shuffled in on all-fours.

Their lips met, knees inching closer together. The kiss started off chaste and entirely innocent, but then Sirius' mouth opened and he ran his tongue over his friend's bottom lip, gently persuading it to open, and they explored each others' mouths. Their bodies moved closer and closer together, arms grasping softly at each other. Remus was entirely unsure whether he was being too agressive or too passive, but when Sirius' hands found his hair and pulled the other boy towards him, his worries evaporated swiftly and he began to appreciate the softness of his puppy's lips, and the sweet taste of the inside of his mouth.

After what seemed like an eternity, but still felt far too short a time, the kiss ended. They smiled at each other, suddenly shy, and returned to their places in the circle of Gryffindors.


It was Sirius' turn to spin. He didn't dare catch Remus' eye as he grasped the bottle and twisted it, but miraculously, it span around and pointed at the young werewolf. Kingsley Shacklebolt whistled gently.

"What're the chances?" he chuckled, looking from one to the other.

Sirius smiled in what he hoped was a mysterious fashion. Pretty much certain, he thought smugly, leaning in once more towards Remus.

I'm glad I jinxed that bottle.