A/NHey guys, so i thought I'd write you the first real chapter now so you got 2 in one day! Thanks to all of you who already reviewed/favorited/followed it means a lot, really. please keep telling me what you think because i am a fairly new writer so i like to know. Anyway, enjoy the story!
Chapter 1
It was so perfect, so surreal. As the soft lips pressed onto his own, Remus sighed, contented, happy. The purple sunset shone from behind the boys' head and reflected off his dark hair perfectly complementing his quicksilver eyes. He looked at Remus as he drew away and a small smile graced his lips, his cheeks flushed and his perfect lashes casting shadows down his face. The boy reached out to Remus, taking his scarred hand and leading him down the hill, the wild flowers being brushed away.
A small stream sat at the bottom of the hill, the golden water sparkling in the twilight. The boy stepped into the stream and turned around, silently asking Remus to follow. The warm water swept over his feet and he looked up into the boys' quicksilver eyes.
A warm, wet sensation washed over Remus' face and he looked around in surprise. Was someone splashing him? The boy started calling his name.
"Moony." It started as a whisper but Remus could hear it perfectly, as if he were whispering straight into his ear.
"Moony." It grew louder not much but it was noticeable. They boy just continued to look at Remus.
"Moooooooony." This time it was long and drawn out and sounded slightly whiny…
"MOONY!" Remus shot up in bed, causing Sirius who just happened to be sitting on top of him to tumble over the edge of the red and gold mattress and smack his head rather painfully on the hard wooden floor, not that it could damage what little brains he had.
"What the hell, Sirius?!" Remus almost yelled before realising both James and Peter were both still asleep and dramatically lowering his voice.
"I just wanted to wake you up first because-" Sirius started.
"I don't want to know, Sirius, it's," he checked his muggle watch, a present from Peter on his thirteenth birthday, "it's four in the morning!"
"I know, but-"
"No buts. Bed. Now." Remus said, in his best teacher voice. Sirius' head tilted down, his eyes grew wide and his bottom lip jutted out. "Not going to work."
Remus lay back down trying to remember the dream he had been having, something about a river, and pulled the covers over his head. He felt a shift on the mattress and looked up to tell Sirius to go to bed when he was met by a wet nose and a large pair of completely evil puppy dog eyes. God damn you, Sirius.
"Why are we up so early?" James complained, yawning soon afterwards.
"Sirius Black is your friend." Remus deadpanned. James nodded knowingly.
"IT'S CHRISTMAAAAAS!" Sirius yelled at the top of his lungs, even if it was Christmas, they officially hated him…and his very loud voice.
"I want-to open my presents." Peter yawned, Remus noticed that he looked a lot like a turtle when he yawned.
"Yes! Now you should all know that the ones that are excellently wrapped are mine!" Sirius said.
"You mean this?" Remus held up a wrinkled looking present, the paper was ripped in places and the whole thing was 'decorated' with small scrunched up bits of leftover paper. "It's lovely…" The sarcasm was enough to make the titanic sink…again.
"OPEN IT OPEN IT OPEN IT!"
The boys cautiously opened their presents, revealing what seemed to be perfectly normal gifts. Seemed to be.
James looked down at his Zonkos' box and smiled up at Sirius, a glint in his eye. He ripped off the lid and revealed…a huge cloud of foul smelling gas that travelled out of the box and hovered above a worried looking Peter before cascading down onto him. The smell was horrendous. James was in tears, laughing so hard and not making a noise whilst clapping his hands made him look rather like a retarded seal. Peter laughed nervously, trying to act like he didn't care and failing, and asked Sirius when it would go away, to which he replied that he didn't know.
With rather a lot of trepidation, Peter slowly opened the box of Bertie Botts' and breathed a sigh of relief…until he tried a few and realised that Sirius had changed them all into vomit flavoured…poor Peter. James was laughing so much he could hardly breathe and Remus was actually starting to worry that he would die. Then he saw Peters face again and all worries were lost.
Rolling his eyes at Sirius' immature pranks Remus looked down at the book in his hands then back up at Sirius. Giving him a warning glare that clearly said 'If you value your life you had better not have done anything to this book' Sirius just put on an innocent face and watched.
As Remus lifted the cover of the book he heard a squeak, a very faint, almost mouse like squeak…Remus hated mice. The pages of the book had a large hole cut into them, creating a sort of box, Remus nearly chocked seeing the defaced book, inside were four, brown, hairy, nibbly, squeaky, mice. The following scream was not something you would expect to hear out of a fifteen year old werewolf.
"Sirius Black that was not funny!" he shouted and stormed over to the door. The mice running free.
"Moony, oh come on Moony!" Sirius shouted after him as Remus slammed the door behind him.
"That guy really needs to learn how to have fun sometimes." James said to the silent room.
A smirk perched upon Sirius' face. He would show him how to have fun. He had a plan. A Sirius plan.
Remus sat in the library staring down at his hands. It was 6am and only a couple of Ravenclaws were in there before breakfast. He was stressed. The recent transformation had been difficult and the open wound on his side was not healing as fast as he would have liked. He knew it was a joke and he knew he should have more fun, what was it James always said? 'All in good fun.' Okay, it was Christmas, have fun Remus, have fun, he could do that. He just had to figure out how to start.
Remus was annoyed. He was sat in potions, his worst subject, on Christmas day because Slughorn decided to hold a compulsory catch-up class for all the fifth years…joy. He was currently prattling on about how horned slugs were used in many potions to balance the ingredients out. A note slid onto Remus' desk. It was on soft sepia parchment and written in black ink, the writing was nearly too fancy and was hardly eligible. Remus looked up at the seat two rows in front to see Sirius looking at him and miming for him to read it.
You're No Fun
That was it. All it said. Remus looked to Sirius again only to find that he had turned around and was pretending to take notes. He knew what he needed to do. He needed to show Sirius a way that he had fun, a game or something. That was when Remus had an epiphany. Why create your own game when you can beat him at his own. And what was Sirius' favourite game? Scribbling down on the back of the paper he wrote one word and sent it to Sirius. Remus could see the smirk appear on his face as he read it.
Dares
A/N Okay so i was thinking of doing a question thing so maybe ask me a question about a fandom or anything really and i can answer it on the next chapter?
