[A/N: Thanks for the reviews! They really make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Sorry, but I'm too lazy to list all of you wonderful people here. Each one makes a huge difference to me. Because of you guys, I'm having sooo much fun with this silly fic.
Of course, we all pretty much know what it says. I'm just finding it entertaining to watch Remus figure it out. By the way, sorry for making Remus such an idiot. I just think it's entertaining. And God knows how oblivious most boys can be, right?
Disclaimer: You know what I want for x-mas? Harry Potter. Only it's all Jo's. Maybe I could just have a chapter? *sighs off into dreamworld*]
Clues 7-15!
"Anyone in the mood to sneak down to the kitchens to get some hot chocolate?" Remus asked the three boys sharing his dormitory.
"Yep! Count me in!" Sirius said bouncing off his bed, spilling his barely started homework all over the floor.
"All this work is making me cold. And thirsty. And craving chocolate."
"I thought Remus was the only one with chocolate cravings around here?" James asked, smirking at his best mates.
"I guess you're rubbing off on me, eh Moony?" Sirius said, rubbing his head awkwardly against Remus' chest and neck. Remus' cheeks turned red and he stepped away from the boy who was being so cruelly tempting.
"So, erm" He cleared his throat. "Is anyone else up for a kitchen raid?"
"Nah, I'm fine," James replied. Peter started to stand up, but James kicked him and he sat back down and frowning, shook his head.
"Well, then," Sirius chirped. "Let us be departing."
"Really, Sirius? Why are you talking like James all of a sudden? He's the only one who ever talks like he's from a fairytale. Is he rubbing off on you too?" Remus asked as they walked out of the dorm. Sirius gagged and denied that James would ever rub off on him.
The two made their way down the stairs and out of the common room. Remus felt as though Sirius was staring at him, but whenever he tried to accuse him of it, Sirius would look away and start humming.
This, obviously, killed all beginnings of possible conversations. An awkward yet strangely comfortable and somehow sexual tense silence ensued. Neither boy quite understood how such a silence was possible, but apparently it was.
Eventually Sirius couldn't stand it and decided to give Remus a little push on deciphering the code.
"So," He started trying to sound casual. "How is that code coming for you?"
"I've figured the first part out. You're gay, right?" Remus furrowed his brow hoping he wasn't wrong, as that would be extremely embarrassing.
"Mmhmm. Is that as far you've gotten?" Sirius asked, fidgeting with his robe as they walked. It was a strange way to come out to the person you had a huge crush on, but the two boys insisted on trying to keep all things sounding casual.
"And, then… the next part is asking about me?" Remus ventured, hoping he was wrong. Even if Sirius was gay, that didn't mean that Remus stood a chance.
"Good job!" Sirius chirped. "And?"
"Er…" Remus summoned all his Gryffindor courage and said. "Yeah, me too. I mean, yeah, I like blokes. Well, not all blokes… just … er… one."
"Me too!" Sirius exclaimed putting a little hop into his step. "I mean, about the just liking one bloke part."
"Good for you," Remus remarked. "Nice to see you being so focused with your attentions."
"Yeah, well, I've only really liked the one person. Ever. I just like to have fun since he is completely oblivious," Sirius explained, trying to convey somehow how obvious the answer was. Remus decided that he must have something in his eyes and ignored the winks and eyebrow quirking.
The two boys reached the painting of the fruit dish. Remus reached out to tickle the pear and they entered the kitchen. The house-elves, so used to the Marauder's visits simply asked them what they would like and sat them down at a small table with two mugs of hot chocolate.
"I don't really get what this has to do with what you want for Christmas," Remus continued licking whipped cream off his hot beverage.
"Well," Sirius said, trying to ignore the sexy whipped cream licking. "What have you got so far? I mean, it's already Dec 15th."
"Well, I got the beginning. "I am gay, are you?" Then the bee must mean "be", but I've got no idea about the diamonds and gold and coal or whatever."
"I guess I could've put oil on there too, but I didn't know how to draw it…" Sirius mumbled. Remus continued to think aloud.
"Then it got strange. "ST_V" was for the 8th day. I'm thinking maybe the name Steve? Do you like a guy named Steve?" Sirius rolled his eyes and sighed, but Remus was too lost in the riddle to notice.
"Then there was "Q_ST" perhaps there is a quest of sorts? Then there was "buzz buzz" for the 10th day. Is that just another insect? Perhaps a wasp? Or a fly? Is Steve a Quidditch player?" Remus looked at Sirius with the facial expression usually reserved for figuring out difficult Ancient Runes translations.
"Well… the boy likes to fly and is good at it, but he doesn't really make time for Quidditch." Sirius explained.
"James would be appalled," Remus laughed.
"He is," Sirius barked with laughter. "But it's okay. James approves."
Remus' face fell and he started to think about the happy relationship heading his friend's way.
"Save time for us Marauders, though, okay?" Remus said, his face starting to crumble.
"No, no, no!" Sirius laughed again, but this time in a concerned way. His poor Remus looked so upset!
"That won't be a problem at all! He is perfect in our group."
Remus looked puzzled now. Who on earth could possibly be added to the Marauders without complete awkwardness? Remus then made a very firm decision to hate this other boy very much and to try and break him and Sirius up as soon as possible.
"Anyways…" Sirius continued. "What did the latest four say? You only got to the tenth."
"Um…" Remus refocused on the riddle and tried to remember the latest.
"There was fireworks and flashing 'ooohs' and 'aaahs' for the next one. Nice wand work, Padfoot." Sirius did a half shrug, half bow. Remus continued.
"Number 12 was 'tiful'. I'm guessing it's a completion of 11, maybe they form a word together?"
Sirius nodded emphatically, urging Remus to go on.
"Then 13 was another weird letter one. 'H_JK'. Then there was a heart for the 14th. I'm assuming this is something you would 'love' for Christmas. Or it has to do with Steve. Of course I don't think we know any Steve's who would be fitted for this position. I think there is one Slytherin Steve and then a first year Hufflepuff Steve. I really hope you aren't into little boys, Padfoot, because that would be creepy."
Sirius gagged again and assured Remus that he was not into little boys. "And stop with the whole Steve thing. There is nobody named Steve. Well… Actually, I think Peter's Dad is named Steve, but, uh, ew! Right?"
"Yeah, that's gross," Remus agreed picturing Peter's short, ugly balding father. "Number 15 was very strange however. It was '5/8'. I have no clue about that one."
"Well," Sirius smacked his lips finishing his hot cocoa. "That's all of them so far. 'ST_V, Q_ST, buzz buzz, fireworks with oooh and aaah, tiful, H_JK, a heart, and 5/8'. You'll get it sooner or later. You were always good at figuring things out. Of course, you could also try to pay more attention to hints you get directly from me."
"You don't give me any hints at all though!" Remus exclaimed, standing up.
"Sure, I don't," Sirius said, standing up and taking Remus' hand. "I'm not being obvious at all,"
"I know! Really you make things so difficult Padfoot!"
With that and a wave to the house elves ("Bye bye Mssrs. Moony and Padfoot! You should be coming by more often!") the two boys made their way back to their dorm.
Again, sorry for any stupid mistakes. I'm being really lazy with this story. If you wanna notice something really confusing just mention it and I'll fix it.
[A/N: Whatdya think? huh? Huh? huh? *annoying jumps around asking for reviews. by the way, sorry for being so obnoxious... have to get it out of my system somehow, eh? Again sorry for any mistakes. Point them out and I'll enjoy fixing them! Love, FlameintheFlood]