Sirius
I spend the week leading up to the gig with a mounting sense of excitement. It's probably a good thing that the next Hogsmeade weekend is only a week after full moon, or, as James put it in his note in Divination, I would have been likely to "explode with sheer fucking enthusiasm, why are you so excited anyway, you insanely freakish weirdo?"
And when in response I asked him why he was so excited then, he said "Lily" and when I wrote back "But I don't fancy Lily Evans" he just replied "Exactly."
I hate my friends.
Not to mention despite the freaky crypticness I have a strong feeling I know exactly what he's on about.
But that aside, tomorrow is FINALLY Saturday, and Hogsmeade beckons. Thus, I should get an early night. It's only half eleven though. I'll just spend five more minutes going through these Quidditch manoeuvres with James…
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"Sirius"
"Sirius"
"Si-ri-us"
WHUMPH!
I REALLY wish Remus wouldn't do that. Merlin, that boy is so energetic in the…
"Sirius, we're going in ten minutes."
…mornings????
"NO WAY!!!!"
I leap out of bed and strip off, pulling on my robes randomly and shoving my wand in my pocket before dragging a comb through my bed head and splashing water on my face. No time to brush teeth. No time to shower. Where the hell is my wallet? Crap! I don't have time for this! Fuck it, why can't you Apparate in Hogwarts??? I was meaning to get up early and get ready.
I run down the stairs to the common room just as the other Marauders climb out of the portrait hole. Running a last nervous hand through my hair, now nearly lying flat, I vault out after them, nearly hitting a couple of first-years trying to get in.
"Wait! Wait, you bastards!"
The kids look shocked at my language as I dash past them and pounce on James.
"Prongs, Moony, 'Tail, why the FUCK didn't you wake me up sooner?"
"We did." James informs me, deadpan.
"Three times." Pete pipes up.
They probably did, actually. I'm quite a deep sleeper, so it takes a werewolf on the chest to wake me up. But I'm not admitting defeat.
"You did not!"
"Did!"
…
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Mmmmmm, Honeydukes does the BEST chocolate in the wizarding world. No, not just the wizarding world…the whole world. I've had three bars so far and I've got an armful shrunk down and shoved in my wallet. And after visiting the greatest joke shop known to man or beast, it's going to be the gig. YES!!!!
But first, to Zonko's!
Me and James love that shop. Pete loves anything James loves, but is too dumb to see the full possibilities of the amazing array of…stuff…in this prankster's heaven. And Remus says it's boring, that the best tricksters use the mind alone and don't need to resort to cheap fripperies and that he's going to the bookshop, thank you so much, meet you at the Three Broomsticks in half an hour.
The shelves are packed with all sorts of pranking magic, and my pockets are full…well, half full…and I've got thirty minutes to get my equipment for the holidays and beyond. GO PADFOOT GO!!!!
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Remus is standing outside the pub, watching the frost form on the windows and stamping his feet to keep warm, his breath puffing out of his mouth in clouds. I walk up quietly behind him and drop one of my latest purchases onto his head. He catches it before it touches his caramel hair and turns around, chucking the eight-inch animated spider at me.
"And hello to you too, Sirius." Amazing how he manages to sound both withering and loving at once.
I laugh, offering him my arm.
"Shall we?"
"We'll wait for the others, won't we?"
"Um…yeah….that's what I'd planned…"
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As it happens, James and Pete were waylaid by their girlfriends and so by the time the four of us get inside me and Remus are like ice statues. I'm sure I've got frostbite of the…um…you know…
When we enter the gig, the wave of heat hits us like a solid object. The supporting band is playing away on the makeshift stage and the room has been magnified to fit at least five hundred people in it, mostly Hogwarts students. Loud music blares out from everywhere. I drag Remus over to the bar to get a drink.
While I'm yelling our order at Rosie, the roar of the crowd intensifies, almost deafening me. The lights dim as Thestral arrive on stage. (Thestral the band, not thestral the invisible horse…) and their lead singer steps forward.
The guitars start. I weave my way through the hordes of people to the table where the other Marauders and their girlfriends are sitting, dumping a bottle of Butterbeer in front of each of them. Dragging Remus out of the throng, I pull him down next to me.
As I crack open our drinks, the lead singer bursts into song. The crowd roars and waves. I take a gulp of my Butterbeer, feeling the hot sweetness cascade down my throat and revelling in the noise and warmth and just the feeling. I'm at a gig with the man I love, despite the bad beginning the day's been great…I only need one thing to make it perfect. I grab Remus' hand, dragging him up onto the dance floor. James and Lily and Pete and…um…whatshername are deep in "conversation", although there's not a lot of talking involved. Lot of tongues, but no talking.
We dance. A lot. I'm shocked, as well, by Remus' dancing. I didn't realise that sweet, bookish Remmie could dance, so, well, sexily. Holy shit, this guy really is perfect! Eventually me and Remus are so knackered and drenched in sweat we're liable to die of thirst if we don't get another drink. Walking to the bar, I look up.
"Hey, mistletoe!"
Remus looks puzzled.
"WHAT?"
"I SAID…"
So much for the subtle approach. I don't finish repeating myself. I just put my arms around Remus and kiss him.
He looks confused and shocked. I point upwards and he follows my gaze.
"…"
"WHAT???"
"I SAID OH, OK!!!!"
Wordlessly, I grab him by the wrist and drag him out of the room, pulling him into the bathrooms and locking a cubicle door behind us. I can hear the music through the walls as I kiss him again. Without speaking, without pulling away, Remus starts to unbutton my robes.
This is where I'll beSo heavenly
So come and dance with me Michael
He points his wand at the bottom of the door, sealing us off as I pull out his hair band, letting his wavy hair fall from its short ponytail to brush his shoulders. I run my hands through it, watching as each golden-brown lock tumbles through my fingers onto his slim shoulders.
So sexy, I'm sexy,
So come and dance with me Michael
His eyes meet mine, hazel gaze fixed on my grey ones. He keeps unbuttoning my clothes, only breaking eye contact to dart tiny kisses on my skin as he exposes it.
I'm all you see, you want to seeSo come and dance with me Michael
I hold him close as he slips off my robes, drawing his hands away from my shirt buttons as I murmur into his hair.
"Give me a chance!"
So close now, so close now,
So come and dance with me
So come and dance with me
So come and dance with me
I sway with the faint beat that comes through the walls, grinding my hips into his as I frantically fumble with those STUPID buttons, holding him as I move, half-dressed bodies melding as one.
Michael you're the boy with all the leather hipsSticky hands, sticky hips, stubble on my sticky lips
Michael you're the only one I ever want, only one I ever want, only one I ever want
Beautiful boys on a beautiful dancefloor
Michael you're dancing like a beautiful dance whore
Michael waiting on a silver platter
And nothing matters now…
Unable to wait any longer, he pulls at the buttons on my shirt until eventually we're both topless. I trace a line down the new scars on his side.
This is who I am, I am a man, so come and dance with me MichaelHe gasps, almost pulling away, but instead he draws me closer and kisses me passionately and full of need.
So strong now, it's strong nowSo come and dance with me Michael
And I kiss him back, and suddenly the only music is the singing in my ears, Remus' sharp breaths, my own heartbeat, our bodies together. Thestral roll over my head as I grip Remus so tight and we kiss forever as we stand there, half naked in December but still so warm.
And before I know it, the moment is ruined by Pete's high-pitched calls, and I realise that was the last song, and it's nearly time to go back to Hogwarts. I'll end this Hogsmeade trip as I started it, fumbling for robes with Remus watching my every move.
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As I settle down in a chair in the common room to play a game of chess with Remus, I almost cry. I want him so badly, but the Christmas holidays are in a week and, like the other Marauders, Remus is going home. I'll be left at school, waiting.
"Checkmate."
"Bollocks."
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Ooooh, some smut, and my first bit of songfic! (The song is about half of "Michael" by Franz Ferdinand, if you want to know…sticky hands, sticky hips, sticky song…)
To be honest, the puppies wanted to go a bit further but I had to send in Pete to break them up. I have PLANS for these two…but smut-fans, never fear, the full monty should start in about two or three chapters.
They went quite far for a first date, don't you think:)
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All characters, Hogwarts and Hogsmeade are © JK Rowling
Song © whoever writes Franz Ferdinand's songs
Thestral (such as it is) © ME!!!!!