One Plus One Equals…One?
DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Harry Potter, or any of the characters mentioned in this story, unless stated otherwise. Rated for possible sexual content, violence and language. Reader discretion is advised. Any similarities to real life are purely coincidence and I will not be held responsible! Thanks!
WARNING: WILL CONTAIN SLASH (male on male)!! Ye be warned
Author's Note: a challenge from and for Cowah, by me!! Prepare for SMUT, SLASH and SEX. (Though not necessarily in this installment) Cheers!
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Introduction
"Hello." Sirius Black looked up expectantly and came face to face with a softly smiling boy, about his own age, with intriguing, deep amber eyes and poorly cut brown hair.
"Who're you?" The boy looked taken aback slightly, but didn't cease smiling.
"Remus Lupin." He stuck out his hand. "And you are…?"
Sirius made a little noise of disbelief. Everyone knew who he was. "Sirius Black."
"Well Sirius, it's nice to make your acquaintance. Looks like we're going to be dorm mates!" Remus then proceeded over to the next bed, where a bespectacled, messy-haired boy was unpacking. "Hello," he chirped.
Sirius rolled his eyes, but somewhere, deep down, knew he and this Lupin fellow were going to get along famously.
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Light
"Padfoot!" A groan escaped the dark-haired youth's mouth and he shoved his head more fully into his pillow. "Sirius?" the voice repeated, slightly softer and much closer now.
"What?" he groaned, popping one sleep-encrusted eye open and looking at his second best mate in the entire universe.
"It's sunrise!" Sirius continued to look up at him blankly through his one eye, and Remus' face fell a bit. "You told me last night you'd watch the sunrise with me…"
Sirius looked over his shoulder out the dormitory window. "It's not even light out."
Remus barely restrained an eye roll. "That's because the sun has yet to rise. Now get up, ponce, you promised me." He yanked Sirius' covers off and poked Sirius until he got up the energy to get up. He yawned hugely, absently noted he'd only gone to bed some three hours previous.
They made their way up to the Astronomy Tower slowly (as Sirius wanted coffee but Remus refused to allow a trip to the kitchens for any, claiming they would miss the best part) and finally settled themselves at the eastern side, leaning contentedly on the railing. "So when's the sun supposed to rise?" Sirius asked, already bored.
"A few minutes. Trust me, Pads, it'll be worth it."
A few minutes of silence passed, and just as Sirius was about to speak again, Remus tapped his arm to quiet him. It had begun. A faint glow of pink on the horizon grew, until after seeming seconds, the very ridge of the sun kissed the sky, lighting it with every shade of orange and pink and shadowy purple as night tried to cling to the sky fruitlessly.
"Wow," Sirius breathed, and Remus smiled across at him. Their eyes met, and they gazed at each other in rapt fascination as the sunrise painted their faces half in colour, the other half in shadow.
Then without pretence, Sirius leaned in and captured his friend's mouth. They kissed, tongues roving and exploring cautiously, both afraid any sudden movements might break the spell the light had woven. Finally they parted, gasping fresh morning air.
"Well. Not what I was expecting, but you were right Mooney. It was definitely worth it."
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Dark
The sky was littered haphazardly with stars, shining jewel-like on dark velvet, and Remus watched his breath plume away from him in the frosty night air. He loathed transformations in the winter. The chill of winter always made him cold, bone deep, and when he awoke the next morning, he undoubtedly was shivering and in even more pain than normal.
Yet it was his lot in life, and he accepted it. So as he made his way down to the Whomping Willow, the moon shining merrily and oblivious over his shoulder, he made sure he had brought the extra blanket.
"Mooney." The gentle voice brought him out of his shock, and he smiled at his friends, who had been waiting under the Invisibility Cloak and now stood, visible, in the moonlight at the foot of the Willow with him.
"You know, you don't have to-"
"We know," said Sirius grinning. He sobered slightly, as much as Sirius Black can curb his smile. "We want to Mooney."
The next morning pushed away the darkness despite the sun hiding behind clouds that promised more snow. Remus woke up, feeling warm and content and exhausted. Suddenly his mind snapped back into place. He should be shivering cold and half frozen. He shouldn't by lying in complete warmth in the bleary morning light feeling replete. "You awake Mooney?" asked a slightly husky voice, thick with exhaustion.
"Padfoot?" Remus sat up, immediately regretting it, and strained his eyes in the dark interior of the Shrieking Shack.
"Christ Mooney, lie back down you sod… You're bleeding!" Remus caught the faint gleam of light in Sirius' eyes.
"What are you still doing here?" Remus murmured as Sirius' gentle fingers examined his side wound. It didn't feel horrible, thankfully.
"I was about to go last night, after we brought you back here and you passed out, but then you were shivering and cold…so…I stayed. Are you mad?"
Remus smiled and his hand found Sirius' in the dim half-light. Suddenly it didn't seem so dark anymore. "No. Never."
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Author's Note: there's my first three drabble-shot thing-ers…YAY! Hope everyone liked them… Cheers!
