Minerva McGonagall was a tolerant woman—hell she lives with thousands of magical teenagers. So of course she only raised an eyebrow when she found Lupin and Black with intertwined hands. Maybe, she thought, he'd be able to control that prankster. "Just don't let those perfect grades slip, Lupin." The boys beamed up at her—sometimes being a teacher paid off.
But she wasn't so tolerant when she saw Black trying to snog Lupin in the back of her classroom. "Black! Lupin! My class is not lover's lane!" As expected with third years, the rest of the class turned to look at the blushing couple. They mumbled a 'sorry, professor' and separated. "Now, as I was saying…."
Out of the corner of her eye, Minerva saw a note fly from Black's desk to Lupin's. She also saw the smile on Lupin's face and decided to let it slide this time. There was no denying that she had a soft spot for her Gryffindors.
After Transfiguration ended Sirius was promptly dragged off by James after a quick hug from Remus. The trio—Peter had stumbled along as well—was uncharacteristically headed to the library. They knew the trip would be fruitless though, they had already read everything it had on animagi. It had been five months and they were still no closer to turning into animals. So Sirius, after reading Complex Transfiguration for the fifth time, sighed. What they needed was to finally test the theory.
But, as James had told him a countless number of time, Peter wasn't ready. Peter still didn't understand the theory. Peter wasn't as good at Transfiguration as they were. Peter was slowing them up, in Sirius's humble opinion. He needed to do this now; Remus needed them now.
As with any teenage boys, the four Gryffindors began growing. Some (Sirius) much, much quicker than others (Peter). But Remus shocked absolutely everyone. He was positively wolfish the entire time—meaning he growled at everyone; meaning he bit everyone; meaning he was utterly territorial. He terrified everyone. Well, maybe everyone minus one very turned-on Sirius.
Sirius was utterly at ease with Remus clinging to him; with the occasional bite; with the guttural growls. Now don't get the wrong idea, Sirius adored his meek, bookish Remus. But this animalistic Remus was so alluring.
Luckily for everyone that wasn't Sirius Orion Black, this Remus only lasted a week—it only lasted until the next full moon. It was the worst transformation the fourteen-year-old had ever gone through. The aftermath consisted of a new facial scar, a broken rib, and a limp. It also consisted of a deeper voice and a few feet. It seemed his lycanthropy had let him skip the awkwardness of puberty.
Sirius, who wasn't sure what side of Remus to expect, was surprised to find a taller and utterly beat-up boyfriend lying in the hospital wing. "Rem, who put the stretching charm on you?" The amber boy laughed a little, his broken rib instantly regretted it. Sirius frowned a bit as he really looked at Remus's new height. "You better not be taller than me."
"The Black in you wouldn't let you be shorter than anyone." The heir to the Black fortune smiled and traced the new cut that was on Remus's nose.
"Does this mean no more growling or biting?" Remus suddenly felt much as he smirked.
"Only if you don't want it." When Madame Pomfrey okayed Remus's departure, the boys practically flew to the dormitories. As soon as Remus's back hit his red sheets, their lips were attached. Inexperienced fourteen-year-old hands grasped and clawed. Remus's aches were momentarily forgotten, all he felt was bliss. In no time at all their robes and shirts were flung away, and cold hands embraced unsuspecting backs. Sirius let out a dog-like growl as Remus began to rock his hips.
"Merlin, Rem." The werewolf nibbled on the pureblood's ear.
"Yes Sirius?" All he could do was growl again. Surprisingly deft fingers began working on his pants. Silver eyes widened, and Sirius disappointed the Black in him. He pulled away from the werewolf.
"Not yet, Remus. I—" Sirius visibly swallowed his embarrassment. "—I don't think I'm ready just yet." Remus smiled and gave Sirius a chaste kiss.
"Just don't forget to tell me when you are." The black-eyed boy laughed and mused up Remus's hair.
"Oh don't worry; you'll be the first to know."
Lily Evans was quite sure there wasn't a soul on Earth more annoying than James Potter. Third year had replaced his need to please with obsessive stalking. It also increased his arrogance—she had previously thought it was already at impossible levels. Quite frankly, Lily was sick of it. She was also quite sick of his lackeys following her around and talking about how great he was. Lily Evans was just sick of James Potter. So it shouldn't have been a surprise to him when she rejected his invitation to Hosmeade.
"But Lily, it's the last trip before break!" James was on his knees with Peter, Remus, and Sirius behind him. "Please come with me?" She tossed her flaming red hair aside to glare properly at Potter.
"No." Lily oHowalked away as James looked in disbelief. Sirius laughed as he patted the bespectacled boy's back.
"Don't worry, mate. She'll come around." James nodded dully. "Come on, we have to finish packing." This was going to be the worst break ever, James decided. A heart-breaking rejection from the Venus that is Lily Evans was no proper way to start a holiday.