Authors Note: Not much to say. Here's the second chapter. I'm sorry that Peter doesn't make an appearance, but I felt it unnecessary. And, really, I pretty much like this one, and if you don't, then let me know, and I'll do what I can to fix it. Now, enough of me rambling. Read and enjoy. Oh, and WolfMusic, my dear, I DID reference one of your jokes in there, from the latest chapter of one of YOUR stories. You should know which one.
Peter and I watched in eager anticipation for our prank to take effect on Moony and Pads. It was hard to tell at first - they were both quite thoroughly out, and probably enjoying one of those heavy, dreamless sleeps.
I snickered at the thought of the dream I had unleashed upon both of them. Peter stared goggle-eyed at the two of them, not wanting to miss their reaction to the scene about to play through their minds.
It was subtle at first; Sirius's eyes began fluttering, almost twitching, and Remus' forehead slowly crinkled into a frown. Peter and I began quietly chuckling at these obvious signs of a disturbance in the subconscious, and patiently waited for the moment they'd wake.
It was a matter of about five minutes, that probably seemed like ages to them, when they finally did. Wormy and I were already laughing before they awoke, but when they actually did, we began laughing so hysterically that even Binns' attention was drawn to us.
Sirius's awakening was undoubtedly painful, for he awoke with a start that jerked his head out of his hand and made his forehead connect with the edge of the table.
"Bloody hell!" He cried, in reaction to both pain and dream. He was still muttering, cursing, and looking generally bewildered when I turned my attention to Moony.
With a snort, he had a random spasm of the hand that sent his inkwell over the edge of the table, to land with a splat that managed to graffiti both Remus's face and clothes.
I think it was agreed that Peter and I went slightly mad that day, our laughter was so maniacal. But only someone who actually knew what had just went through those two heads would understand the hilarity of the situation.
"The Goblins, you see, not only felt angry, but betrayed. The treachery of the . . ." I looked around the room as I half-listened to Binns speak. Everything was fuzzy, and there was no one else in the room except for the Marauders and myself.
Not even Binns. His voice was just randomly invading my subconscious.
I glanced at my fellows, noticing how bizarre each one was acting. James was holding his Quidditch broom . . . but it was really a coat hanger. Or something. My attention got distracted by Peter, who was behind me. He was methodically eating a cracker, going from one end to the other in a nibbling fashion.
I snorted. He was acting like a rat. What a creep.
Remus was simply twirling in a circle, which ought to have been impossible, since he was in a chair, but, well, this was a dream. I think.
That thought gave me the urge to get up and walk out of the classroom . . . into the dormitory. I sat down on my bed without thinking anything of it, noticing absently that the room was lit only by a few soft candles, and that there were roses everywhere.
Whatever, it smelled good. I put my hands behind my head and laid down, staring up at the ceiling while I waited . . . but for what I was waiting for I wasn't sure.
Until Remus walked in, looking absolutely scrumptious.
"I've been waiting for you," I murmered, running my hands over the sheets sensuously as I did so.
He grinned languorously as he swaggered up to me, taking his time so I could admire his bare chest. Once I'd gotten my eyeful, he lowered himself onto the bed with me, pressing himself against my body.
Somewhere along the way I'd lost my shirt, so we were crushed together, skin against skin, with his lips hovering just above my own. "Good, then you should be especially . . . eager," he whispered huskily, while smiling slowly.
My breath hitched, making me gasp when he brought his lips to mine. He captured them and kissed them relentlessly, using one hand to knead my hair and the other to run along my chest. I responded accordingly, grabbing the hem of his pants and dragging his groin down, to meet mine, which was arching up . . .
But then I heard someone laughing at us . . . and, slowly, the room began to fade, and the History of Magic classroom began to take its place.
Then, in the instant when both my dream world and the real world were mixed, I heard the dream Remus give a satisfied groan, causing my physical body to give a jerk that smashed my forehead into the desk . . .
"Bloody hell!" I exclaimed, in both pain and confusion.
My freaking head hurt, but for more reasons than one. I mean, seriously, what a fucked up dream! It was just . . . weird. Where on earth had it come from? I wondered, as I gingerly touched the shiner developing on my forehead.
Who the hell had dreams like that about their best mates? Weird! But, it was so absurd that I knew I'd have to tell James. Because, honestly, if I told him, then I could just laugh about it and be done with it. It was just . . . ugh. I gave a shudder and turned towards James, who, I'd just realized, was laughing uncontrollably.
I slowly revolved in my seat for the second time that day, to see Peter with tears rolling down his cheeks. What the bloody hell? So, I hit my head . . . it's not that funny.
My glance darted uncomfortably to Remus, who I saw, with a shock that made me laugh, was covered in ink and blushing crimson.
I realized later that he must have grasped the situation far better than I did, for he looked up and directly at James, glaring so fiercely that the other boys laughter doubled. At the time, I merely thought he was insulted by James making fun of him for the ink splatter.
I woke in reaction to the dream with a start that sent my ink splattering everywhere. It took only a moment for me to assess the situation, after the initial confusion had worn off. I would have grinned when Sirius' head smashed into his desk, had I not just suffered through the same thing he did.
First off, that dream was way too vivid, and completely unlike anything I'd ever dreamt before. I mean, okay, being a guy and all I'd had a few wet dreams here and there, but they'd never had a dialogue, and they'd never been about a boy.
Secondly, Peter and James would not be laughing so hysterically if I'd simply splattered my ink - and, after hearing Sirius's exclamation of "bloody hell" - Sirius hitting his head.
Finally, Sirius would not have woken up at the same time and in such an abrupt manner, had we not been experiencing the same thing.
I knew that was no ordinary dream. Had Peter and James not been laughing so uncontrollably, I might have doubted, but their reaction confirmed my suspicion. Of course, it didn't matter that the dream had been completely out of my control, my face was still flaming.
It was a mixture of embarrassment and fury, however. I'd promised myself that I would not let them get me, and then turned around and failed miserably.
I was pretty much certain that James had orchestrated the whole thing, so I turned to stare furiously at him. He knew that I knew, which only made it funnier. After a few more seconds of listening to Wormtail and Prongs having their fun, I finally got fed up and shot a Silencio at them.
Professor Binns, who had actually been distracted by the interruption, seemed slightly taken aback by the spell, but merely shrugged at the conclusion of the disturbance. He was back to speaking within moments, demanding the classes attention as he did so.
I glanced towards Sirius, who quickly averted his eyes when they met mine. He seemed totally baffled and more than a little uncomfortable. I sighed in exasperation, and told him in an unintentionally condescending manner: "Padfoot, the dream was a prank." I then raised my eyebrows in clear annoyance and indication for him to put it all together himself.
I myself was slightly weirded out by the whole experience, but that was no excuse to start any awkwardness between Sirius and me. That would only prolong the joke, and I wouldn't give James and Peter the satisfaction of my acknowledgment of their prank.
Sirius did have a brilliant mind, even if he sometimes had "inbred moments", as James liked to call them, (since he wasn't blonde, and therefore couldn't have blonde moments). He quickly grasped the situation, turning towards James as the perpetrator, as I'd done.
He looked his best mate squarely in the eye, and then, with an utterly baffled frown, declared: "James. What the fuck."