A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Auction day 31 auction 1 Gift fic for Liza

Word Count: 740

Remus glared out the window of his dorm room. He could still hear the music blaring from across the quad. He'd already closed this window, put a pillow in the wedge where the window met the windowsill and put balls of cotton in his ears.

"It's going to drive me insane, Peter, insane," he howled, trying to go back to finishing his homework. This stupid moonstone essay was not going to write itself.

"Why don't you just put on headphones?"

"Tried that, didn't work. Nothing works! Why does he have to keep blasting his music anyway? Who does he think he is, the King of Campus?"

Peter shrugged. Personally, he didn't mind the loud music, one could barely hear it unless they had super hearing like Remus.

"Why don't you go tell him to stop?" Peter suggested, fighting the urge to roll his brown eyes.

"Maybe I will," Remus muttered. "Doubt he'd listen, but at least then I'd know the face of the person who is going to drive me insane," he stated, grabbing his jacket from the back of his chair. Peter shook his head watching Remus leave and slam the door behind him. Peter already knew who was blasting their music, knew the man was exactly the type of person Remus would never have the guts to talk to himself, and knew that once the two got to know each other, they would get along swimmingly. He only hoped Sirius wouldn't do something stupid and chase Remus away before they had a chance to get to know each other.

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Remus stepped out of his dorm and headed for the quad. He could feel the music vibrating in his heart, could feel the beat, but chose to ignore it. He'd always heard the for some people, some lucky people, there was one person in whole world that they belonged with, one person, that for them, made their entire world vibrate.

"It's just the music," Remus muttered, continuing towards the sound. "I'll see who's doing this, see their face, glare at them, and maybe they'll get the message," he said, knowing he hated confrontation, knowing he would most likely chicken out before he did anything.

He finally reached the quad and there standing in the middle, with a large neon pink boombox was a man about Remus' age. He was dancing around wearing a pair of tight black pants, a black leather vest that ended in fringe, and a silver necklace around his neck that bounced every time he moved. His hair was long and pulled back in a pony tail.

Remus blinked staring at him. His heart pounded loudly with the beat, like a ticking clock inside his chest. Remus took another step towards him. He found he was unable to stop watching the man dance. He didn't recognize any of the moves and it seemed he was making them up as he went along.

"Hey," he said, noticing Remus staring at him.

"Um, hi, um, I was wondering..." Remus started to say, but found himself completely tongue tied as the man gave him a smile.

"If you could join me?" he asked. Remus nodded silently. That hadn't been the plan going into this, but now, apparently it was.

Great, I'm Sirius by the way, what's your name?"

"Remus," he answered. Sirius laughed, a barking kind of laugh.

"Great! So, you like this song, it's one of my faves!"

"Me too," Remus agreed, as Sirius danced around him. Remus swayed with the music, not being as brave with his moves as Sirius. He'd never thought of himself as graceful.

"Lighten up, Remus, here, like this," Sirius said, putting a hand on Remus' hip and pushing him slightly. "Sway like this, step like this, there, like that," he stated. Soon Remus was matching Sirius' moves. The batteries on the boombox had died, but neither noticed it, too lost in the music they were making together.

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Peter paused, listening. There was silence. He smiled. Either Remus had completely lost his mind, told Sirius to stop the music, or his plan had gone right.

"You owe me, Padfoot," he said, nodding, knowing one day, Sirius would need a favor and Peter would be just the person to do it. For now, he was content that he didn't have to listen to Remus whining about the music, or Sirius whining about how lonely he was. Life was good in this moment.