45 Ways to Make a Werewolf Fall for You
A HariPo fanfiction
by mew-tsubaki
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10: Hot towels fresh out of the dryer
Sirius sighed happily. When things were this cold outside and he wasn't out on a mission, staying inside at home was the best. Thing. Ever.
He grabbed a butterbeer from his kitchen, opened it, and flopped backwards onto his couch—all without spilling his drink on himself. He reclined, though, and released another sigh. He liked adventure a lot, but there was a curious attractiveness to safety.
As I'm sure Remus would love to hear from my mouth, the Animagus thought. He allowed, for a brief moment more than he had recently, his mind to wander to all he'd been pondering these past few months. The new year was nearly here, and Sirius had not entertained any further the idea that he'd started to see Remus in a romantic light. It wasn't even that he'd seen Remus as a more effeminate character; it was that Sirius himself had started to watch over and speak to Remus in a lover's manner. Sirius only minded his attitude if it would scare Remus off…but Remus had not called him out on anything. He'd taken Sirius' complaints over Remus going into the field, and he had no problem with Sirius' touchy-feely personality—a personality Sirius felt he'd come to display more often around his best mate.
Of course, what's wrong with that? Sirius mentally groaned, his lips resting on the bottle as he tried to think of the problems if they were to start…something. The only thing he could really think of was if he made a move and he'd read Remus wrong and it ruined their friendship.
…heh, nothing too big or bad…right?
Sirius shook his head and finished his drink. He got off the couch and went to his room and looked around the—well, it rather resembled a pigsty. He gathered strewn shirts and pants and knickers and put them in a pile. Next he gathered up his bed covers, and he ducked into his bathroom to grab the few towels he owned. Everything went into one pile, and then Sirius racked his brain for the right spell to clean up the whole mess.
He settled for Scourgify and Tergeo and a few other little enchantments, and soon the bits of fabric were flying all over the place and settling down, folded or smoothed and smelling freshly washed. The covers went back on his bed, and his clothes folded into the drawers or hung in the closet. Sirius had the towels float into his arms, and he carried them into the bathroom himself.
He hung one up and put the others away when a funny similarity struck him. The towels were soft and warm, as though they'd come out of some drying machine…but the combination of soft and warm reminded Sirius of animal fur. Specifically, werewolf fur.
It was somewhat a tactile memory. He hadn't felt that silky fur running under his fingers in so long. Since graduation, they had not been together during a full moon, though Remus assured them all that he had the proper spells and defenses set around his room when a full moon did roll around.
Sirius frowned. That wasn't right. He ought to be there with Remus, for Remus. He—
Good Godric, what was he doing here, wasting his time in his place all alone?
Oh, right, Rem is coming back from another mission tomorrow, the Animagus reminded himself. He glanced down at the towel and gently smiled. He took it with him and held on to it when he fell asleep in his bed. If his sense of smell worked just imaginatively enough, he could almost smell his wolf….
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Hmm. The idea of Sirius cleaning up after himself is slightly ludicrous, isn't it? XD This chappie was partially inspired by the song "Home and Dry," by Pet Shop Boys. AWESOME. SONG. Go listen to it! X3
Thanks for reading, and please review!
-mew! ;3
2017 note: D'aww. I think Sirius would learn how to adult at some point…even if only due to Remus' good influence. :P