... I love this. I love this almost as much as I love maple syrup.

Don't own HP and I hope you enjoy!


Remus John Lupin, Hogwart's resident werewolf and 'apple of my eye' of Sirius Black's, had an unusually dopey expression plastered on his face.

His History of Magic essay was laid, forgotten on the coffee table in front of him; his quill now being used as more-or-less a lollie what with the way Remus was sucking on it.

On the opposite side of the red and gold bedecked common room, Sirius Black himself was lounged across a love seat, enjoying the googly-eyed Remus's gaze.

(And his every-now-and-again giggling had nothing to do with the empty phial in his pocket. No. Not at all.)

(Okay, maybe it accounted for the ignoring of the homework, but that was all Sirius was going to admit.)

The absent-faced Moony licked his lips (for whether they were chapped or for some kind of inner Moony thinking, Sirius had no idea – but he did like it).

Sirius rather liked this newly drugged Remus. The attention wasn't half bad and the double purpose it served of telling all that Remus Lupin, seventh year Prefect of Gryffindor, was terribly off the market, having been brought home by an all too eager Sirius Black (figuratively of course – Sirius would never in a million years bring Remus, or even Snivellus for that matter, to Grimmauld Place).

"Did you slip Moony some Amortentia again?" James whispered into Sirius's ear after prying his own eyes away from the red-headed goddess known as Lily Evans.

(She was also known as the She-Devil, but Sirius had learnt not to say this out loud in mixed company.)

"Maybe a few drops fell into his cocoa earlier, but I adamantly plead it was an accident."

James chuckled. An Amortentia-addled Remus was a hilarious Remus. "You'd think he'd figure out when you're trying to drug him after, like, the fifth time."

"After the first, actually! But I'm not complaining." And Sirius went back to Moony-watching then.

Said Moony was still lovingly gazing at the object of his muddled thoughts. Any minute now he'd stand up, brushing aside the half-finished essay and textbooks, and inch closer and closer, nearer and nearer to Sirius until he was practically sitting in his lap, hands playing with the black hair as he told the older teen how sexy and handsome he was.

Noticing this, James Potter turned his attention back to his red-headed goddess, Lily Evans. A drugged Remus was fun to watch, but when his two best friends started getting a bit too touchy-feely it wasn't as funny and a tad more awkward than it was a few seconds earlier.

By now, Sirius was being petted and whispered to as the jealous Sirius Black Fan Club members watching in both horror and pervy-amusement.

"You smell like cinnamon," Remus said in his low, husky voice that Sirius only got to hear at very special times. Next would come some petting and some more of that extra special husky Remus talk.

"Let's get away from prying eyes, eh Moony?" Sirius said in a whisper against the brunette's ear. A shiver went down both their spines and they did so, the whole of the common room watching with varying degrees of interest or entertainment.

The addled Moony was laid down on his bed as Sirius worked to close the curtains for that much more privacy. It didn't help much that Moony wasn't being patient at all.

Sirius knew he was running out of time before the few drops of Amortentia wore off and he wanted to get in as much petting and snogging as possible before the more refined Remus returned.

"You're so sexy, Siri," Remus moaned as Sirius unbuttoned his shirt with one hand, the other playing with a few curls of hair that were splayed across the pillow. His gaze was murky, distant; it cast a marvelous impression of lust.

"I know babe," Sirius said into the crook of Remus's neck, the last button popping away. "And you're sexy too, Rem."

Sirius rutted gently against Remus, working to make the most delicious of noises fall past those red lips of his.

His gaze was becoming clearer by the second and Sirius knew his time was up. Remus would return to full capacity and either continue enjoying the love being bestowed upon him or shove Sirius aside and sleep in the common room for a week until the whole thing blew over.

"I love you, Remus. You're the best thing to have ever happened to me," Sirius said as he climaxed. He felt Remus do the same with him and he leant down to kiss his lips, his eyes, his everything.

As they floated back down from their physical highs, Remus, his gaze now sharp and bright, said, "I love you too, Sirius."