The Problem with Men and Me
"(n.) Childish sullenness."
Chapter 14: Pout
"James," Said Sirius Black, looking a bit crazed with his normally elegant hair mussed and his shirt both stuck to him with a thin layer of sweat and rumpled beyond recognition, "You don't understand. She pouted. What sixteen year old girl pouts?"
What sixteen year old girl makes pouting look so bloody adorable?
James glanced up from his quidditch book. "O-kay? Sorry? Did it get you all hot and bothered, Padsy?" He asked mockingly, grin positively devilish.
Sirius glared at him; "No!" Maybe a little. "Merlin, Prongs, what do you take me for, some sort of pervert?" He asked angrily, brows furrowed and cheeks going a bit pink. "She's a really wretched flier." He said; mostly to get off the subject of anyone being hot and bothered.
"Yeah, well, I'm telling you man- she's a diamond in the rough." He flipped the page, "She's always reading about it, and she knows a thousand tactics. Once you get her up there she'll be a bloody eagle-"
Sirius interrupted him; "Poor choice of words- eagles are Ravenclaws, remember?"
James rolled his eyes, "You know what I mean."
Remus Lupin was towel drying his damp sandy blond hair. "Why is it such a big deal? If Pads wants to ask her out he should just do it, not cover it up with this stupid quidditch thing-"
"I do not," Snapped Sirius, jabbing Remus in the chest with his forefinger, "Want to ask her out."
"And the quidditch thing is not stupid, Moony! We need a team, and I want her to be on it. She's a brilliant strategist, I tell you!" James gave up on the book, snapping it shut and tossing it back to Remus, who only just managed to catch it.
Unlike his two mates, Remus did not seem to much approve of the entire quidditch obsession. "I'm not saying that she's not- I'm just saying that you blokes are being right tossers. Why aren't you the one teaching her how to fly, James? You're a whole lot nicer to her than Sirius."
Sirius' line went into a very tight line at that, and he suddenly seemed to decide that the pile of dirty socks at the foot of his bed needed to be organized.
James heaved a sigh, "Because Sirius is lovely with girls when he likes them for their tits, and bollocks with them when he likes them for their… them-ness."
"That's called a 'personality', James."
"I know, but 'personality' is such a girly word. Strapping lads like us shouldn't use it."
Sigh. "Whatever." Remus paused, "That still doesn't tell me why you aren't the one teaching her."
"Because," James declared, in a very put-upon way, "Sirius doesn't want anyone else putting their hands all over her arse. Not even his dear trusted best ma-"
James was cut off when Sirius decided his dirty socks didn't need to be organized- they just needed to be stuffed into James Potter's mouth, and held over his nose. "That's not why! I just…" He finally released James, flopping back on his friend's bed; "Hmph."
Remus raised an eyebrow at the two, Sirius muttering something about life being utterly difficult and sixteen year old girls that pouted being adorable while James rolled around in complete torment, trying to get the taste of Sirius' no doubt lethal socks off of his tongue. "You two are such sods." He laughed, and turned his back on them.
"Who's a sod?" Peter poked his head into the dorm, and then slipped his podgy form completely in. "We talking about Snivellus?"
James laughed; "Excellent change of subject,Wormy. I think our dear buddy was looking particularly slimy today."
"Yes," Agreed Sirius, "Maybe it's time we gave him a nice bath."
And here we learn that Sirius deals with a crush like a boy in preschool.
I really didn't want to ever finish this scene. I wanted it to go one forever. It was so fun. It just flowed from my finger to the keyboard. Maybe it was so easy because I was watching A Very Potter Sequel (For the umpteenth time) simultaneously. I guess you get the picture. It was just fun.
oh. and that's a definition, not a quote. It was really hard to find on I liked.
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