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Author's note: Thanks to all you lovely, lovely reviewers. Your words of encouragement and support makes writing this story that much more enjoyable then it already is. Much thanks also have to be given to my beta, Abinikai, for loving this story as much as I do and challenging me to make it better.
Dedication: As always to my Queen P, who puts a smile on my face and a gleam in my heart.
For all of you out there in Order of the Phoenix denial, remember... "He'll never be gone. Not as long as those who remain are loyal to him."
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They all managed to behave themselves for the next week, mostly because of the Transfiguration exam Professor McGonagall had assigned for their class. She hadn't told the students what the exam would be on, only explaining to come fully prepared for anything. It mightn't have been so bad, but it was on the same day as the full moon and they had stayed up late the night before trying to get Peter to grips with a particularly difficult spell.
When Peter had finally achieved the spell at nearly five in the morning Sirius nearly hugged him in relief. How could you become an Animagus and not be good at transfiguration, Sirius thought but didn't say anything as he just wanted to get as much sleep as possibly before having to go for breakfast.
When they stumbled out of their last class that day, they all felt more relieved. As it turned out the exam hadn't been so bad. The worst part was the wait because Transfiguration was the last class of the day. They congratulated themselves on a job well done and started to walk away from the classroom when a stern voice called after them.
"Mr Potter, Mr Pettigrew," the witch's voice said, "a word in my office if you please." It was said as a request, but it was obvious they had no choice in the matter.
"Oh God," Peter groaned. "What now?!"
"Wait here," James ordered Remus and Sirius before dragging Peter into the office after him. Sirius turned and looked at Remus.
"What do you think is up?" he asked. Remus shrugged. "You could listen in." Sirius said mischievously, moving closer to Remus.
"No I couldn't!" Remus said firmly, aware of his heightened senses.
"They wouldn't mind," Sirius said, but Remus shook his head. "I'll make it worth your while," Sirius teased as he ran his thumb over his bottom lip.
"That's blackmail!" Remus said, but couldn't take his eyes off Sirius's lips. After a moment, he closed his eyes and tilted his head sideways. He took a tentative sniff at the air. "It's not good news." His face frowned. "James is annoyed, Peter –" sniff. "stressed."
"Their results?" Sirius asked, confused, but Remus shook his head. As he listened, he started to repeat what he heard.
"...disappointment to your House – losing more points." Then Remus heard something else and lifted head to look in Sirius eyes. "Balatro's detention!" Then, hearing more he half whispered, "shut up, James!"
"What is it?"
"He's trying to change it – not tonight." Sniff. "McGonagall is suspicious – but," his shoulders relaxed, "No, she's letting them leave."
"So it'll just be us two tonight!" Sirius said and their eyes locked on each other, sparking with desire. Something might even have happened right there in the corridor if James and Peter hadn't fumed out of McGonagall's office a minute later.
"I don't believe it," James said in an irate apology as they made their way back to the Gryffindor tower. "That woman's just as much a menace as Balatro!"
"We have to meet him at nine in the Entrance Hall." Peter said. "I bet he's going to make us do the corridors."
"I sorry, Moony," James regretted. "I don't know how long we're going to be. You might have to deal with Padfoot on your own tonight." Sirius hit James in self-defence.
"I think I can handle him just fine." Remus said smiling inwardly.
***
"Wait – not yet – hang on" Sirius gasped as Remus pushed him deeper into his throat. They had at least another half hour before moonrise and he wanted to enjoy it. The hot wetness of Remus's mouth and the forceful action of his tongue, however, were making it impossible.
They had already crashed around the room in ecstasy. Sirius could feel the throbbing on his shoulder where Remus's teeth had marked the skin. Remus had ran long fingers all over Sirius, needing to touch every fold of his body, and now they grasped at his hips as Remus used this as leverage to control Sirius's movement. It worked well. No matter how much Sirius tried, Remus had him held fast, his fingers marking the soft skin covering Sirius's bones.
There couldn't be anything better then this, Sirius thought, and they hadn't even had sex yet, not fully. He tried to calm his rising frenzy, but all he could think about was Remus's mouth – Remus's tongue. He gripped the tattered sheets of the Shack's only bed and tried with all his might to hold on.
"Oh God – Fuck." His body tensed as the words escaped his lips, but he hardly heard them. They were simply pouring from him as he writhed against Remus's fiery mouth. He gasped at each word, trying to take in the oxygen he needed to survive. "Oh fuck, Remus – God yes."
As he remembered the look on Remus's face that first time in the infirmary Sirius felt his whole body shaking. He was losing control. He felt Remus's tongue pushing forcefully down on his cock and a second later, he came so forcefully his whole body went completely stiff in shock. He could feel it coursing through his veins, and even though he knew he was still corporal, he felt he had truly left his body behind and was just drowning in the thrill of orgasm.
Remus removed his grasp on his hips and Sirius could feel the skin he had just been gripping burn.
"I thought you were going to 'hang on,'" Remus teased and Sirius pulled him up into a kiss so forceful that his lips started to burn as well. He knew they would be bruised, but he didn't care; he couldn't care about anything when all he could feel was Remus's naked body on top of him; when all he could taste was his own flavour in Remus's mouth. It drove him wild.
"I can't do this," Sirius gasped, "I need more of you – I need all of you."
"You have all of me," Remus panted as he pulled Sirius into another kiss.
"No, I need you in me," Sirius pleaded, "I need to be part of you." He tried to turn Remus over so he was on top but Remus's body pushed down on him and he stroked Sirius's face.
"Not yet," Remus eased his weight on Sirius, "it's too soon – for both of us!"
"How can you know when you've never been with anyone else?" Sirius asked, biting at the heel of Remus's hand.
"Because I'm sure of you," Remus said, looking down at his lover. "So completely sure!"
Sirius gasped at the look in Remus's eyes. He was! Sirius realised. He didn't need to search the other boy's face for the truth of the statement. It was coming off him in waves.
"I need," Sirius flustered, pushing against Remus. "I need air." He managed to dislodge Remus, and sat on the edge of the bed gasping for breathe. He couldn't get enough oxygen into his lungs. His head was dizzy and he thought he was going to faint any minute.
"Are you okay?" Remus asked from over his shoulder. Sirius caught his breath and nodded his head unsteadily.
That look on Remus's face had scared him. He knew how he felt about Remus but had never expected to get it in return. He never expected it and it had frightened him to see it in Remus's eyes – but why?
"What just happened?" Remus asked, his voice unsure. Sirius turned and looked into Remus's eyes and knew he had to tell his golden-haired lover the truth.
"I – no one has ever looked at me like that before," Sirius said feeling ashamed at his actions. "I guess – it scared me." Sirius gripped the edge of the bed harder; he didn't want to break down. He never had before, but this was Remus. Remus, who obviously felt so much for him. Remus, who might even –
"I'm sorry," Remus said.
"No," Sirius said forcefully, "it's not you! I just – I liked it," he said, "I'm just not used to it, that's all." He finally got back into the bed and they lay side by side, gazing at each other. Sirius ran his hand up Remus's side. "I have something for you," Sirius said, pulling a small bag out of his robes. "I know its a few days early, but it's for your birthday." He handed the package to Remus.
"What is it?" Remus asked, looking from the small present up to Sirius.
"Open it." Sirius pressed with a slight edge of uncertainty to his voice.
Remus pulled the piece of string, which held a cloth wrapping on the present and watched as the material fell back in his hands to reveal a small statue on a chain. It was carved out of dark stone and etched with the most detailed Celtic design. The result was the figure of a watchful dog; his eyes were wide and he sat on hind legs. Even though he wasn't magic, Remus was almost sure he could see the eyes guarding those around him.
"It's beautiful, Sirius," he said in an amazed voice.
"It's called a Madra Mór," Sirius explained. "It comes from a Celtic legend – well I'll tell you it some time, but he's meant to ward off bad demons." Sirius looked down at the figure in Remus's hand. "I just thought he could keep you safe."
"I'll put him on in the morning," Remus said, "I don't want to break the chain." Remus ran his finger over the soft cool stone. "Where did you get him?" he asked.
"Last summer." Sirius explained and he suddenly felt shy as Remus looked up at him, realising what the answer meant. Remus smiled softly.
"He looks like Padfoot." Remus said.
"I know," Sirius smiled playfully. "You can't get rid of me now!" Then Sirius saw that look again, and this time he felt relieved. Remus would never want to get rid of him. Sirius reached his hand up and pushed Remus's hair back from his eyes. "Promise me something."
"What?" Remus asked softly, placing his hand on Sirius's waist.
"Promise me that no matter what happens, no matter how much of an idiot I can be–" Sirius swallowed back the ball of dryness in his throat, "promise me you will always look at me like this." Sirius ran his fingers down Remus's cheek and felt a gasp of breath expel from his mouth.
"Always," Remus promised in a whisper and Sirius could feel his eyes fill with new emotion. "Always," Remus repeated and he turned his head to place a wet kiss on the palm of Sirius's hand. "Always" Remus whispered as he kissed his palm again.
Sirius moved forwards and replaced his hand with his lips. This kiss was softer, more tentative then before, almost like they were both testing this newest step in their relationship, each careful of the gift that had been given. Sirius moved his hand down Remus's body and could feel the still drying sweat glistening on his body. Their moistures mingled as body pressed against body.
Remus pulled him closer, more passionate now. These seventeen year olds were filled with energy as teenage hormones pulsed through their bodies. Remus groaned into Sirius as he ran his hands over Remus's arse and pulled him even closer. Sirius could feel Remus getting harder against his thigh and marvelled at the stamina he seemed to possess. He got harder still and Sirius felt Remus's hand on the centre of his chest, fingers spread wide.
Suddenly Remus pushed forcefully against Sirius and pushed him away.
"GET AWAY FROM ME!" Remus screamed as Sirius crashed off the bed and landed on the floor.
"What?" Sirius pulled himself back to Remus.
"Get away!" Remus spat as his face convulsed in pain and he bent double. Sirius instinctively moved towards Remus.
"No Sirius," Remus said pushing him back again, fighting to hold himself together, "change!" Remus was gripped with pain again and howled as it took hold of him. Sirius heard the snapping of bones as the wolf started to take over and he found himself completely helpless. As he watched the pain convulse across Remus's face he felt it grip his heart.
"Now!" Remus half growled and suddenly Sirius remembered what was happening. In a second, he had transformed into Padfoot and hated himself instantly. All he could do was sit and watch as Remus's body ripped apart once more. Fire in each pore as the wolf's mane raped its way through. Remus's bones dislocating, and shattering as his body distorted into its once monthly form. It seemed to last forever.
When Moony finally fell onto the mattress, Padfoot could hear him whine at the remnants of pain. He moved forward and carefully licked the wolf's face. A moment later, Moony turned and stared into Padfoot's eyes and somehow Sirius recognised what he was seeing. Somehow, he could see the look that Remus had given him only minutes before. He could see Remus! Even though he didn't realise it at the time, it was in that moment Sirius Black truly fell in love with the wolf.
***
When Remus opened his eyes the following morning it was to see Sirius looking down at him. He was sprawled half across Sirius's chest and his head was resting over his lover's heartbeat.
"Did we go out last night?" Remus said, wondering why he could taste pumpkin in his mouth.
"For a little while," Sirius answered, brushing Remus's hair with his fingers, "Moony was feeling very playful." Sirius placed a kiss on Remus's forehead. "How are you?"
"Not too bad," Remus answered trying to turn onto his back. Just then a shooting pain ran right up his left leg and slashed across his chest. Sirius felt Remus shudder beside him and bite back the pain. "God – spoke too soon."
"Can I do something?" Sirius asked, wishing he could stop the pain altogether.
"Not really," Remus answered, "but would you pass me my robes, I'm a bit cold."
Sirius crossed the room in a second, grabbed the robes and sat gently on the bed beside Remus. He leaned forward and tenderly helped Remus into the sitting position. He noticed the chain around Remus's neck.
"When did you put that on?" he asked.
"Just after dawn," Remus replied, "I told you I would." He smiled reassuringly.
Sirius eased the robes up Remus's arm and over his shoulders. The wolf hadn't clawed at himself last night, but Sirius could still see bruises where bones had cracked and skin had been forced into distortion. They would heal quickly, he knew that, but still there was more pain from the wolf then just the physical side of transformations.
"Is that better?" Sirius he asked when he had finally buttoned up Remus's robes.
"Thank you," Remus said softly and let himself rest back onto the headboard. "I'm tired," he said with his eyes closed. "What time is it?"
"Only about five," Sirius answered. "Do you want to sleep more?"
"Hmm," Remus replied and let himself slip carefully down into the bed. "Get back into bed, Padfoot," he commanded sleepily.
Once Remus was settled, Sirius got in behind him and spooned their bodies together. He could feel Remus warming up against his heat and he wrapped a protective arm around him. Remus turned his head and kissed Sirius lightly on the lips before falling asleep again.
Sirius woke to find James looking down at him.
"Come on!" James said urgently. "Madam Pomfrey is on her way." Sirius turned and looked at Remus, who was still fast asleep. "How was he last night?" James asked, looking over at Remus. Sirius turned to see the concern in James's eyes and he smiled painfully. He wanted to say it had been fantastic. That Remus and he had spent some wonderful hours together but in his mind, he saw Remus's face scarred with pain.
"Where's Peter?" Sirius said instead.
"He's still asleep," James explained. "We didn't finish detention until past midnight. We came down here afterwards, but you'd already gone out. We couldn't find you." A noise from downstairs stopped the conversation. "Get under here." James said as they heard the passageway to the Whomping Willow opened. Sirius got out of the bed and under James's Invisibility Cloak.
A few moments later, Hogwarts' nurse, Madam Pomfrey, bustled into the room and gently woke Remus, who looked around confusedly for his night time companion. Sirius noticed him sniff the air discreetly and then relax as he reached up to the Madra Mór around his neck. Sirius felt himself smile at the gesture and watched his friend being led carefully from the room.
***
It might have been strange when James walked into the Shrieking Shack to find his two friends asleep in bed together. It might have been strange for him to find Sirius's arm wrapped around Remus. It might even have been strange when he realised Sirius only had his trousers on and nothing else but it was normal for Sirius to do things like that. Normal for him to get into bed with a friend and it be just that – a friendly gesture – a way to keep himself warm. It would never be anything more!
Would it?
***
They all went to see Remus in the infirmary at the end of the day and to everyone's surprise – except Sirius's – he seemed a lot happier than previous transformations.
"That's it, Wormtail!" James jokingly exclaimed, "He doesn't need us anymore, happy as Larry on his own."
Who's Larry? Peter thought briefly.
"No," Remus said, "I'm missed you guys, honestly. I guess I'm just looking forward to my birthday."
"Ah yes," James teased. "Wouldn't you like to know what we have planned for that!" he exclaimed.
"Let me guess," Remus teased. "Sneaking me down to The Three Broomsticks and trying to get me drunk."
"Hey, who told you?" James pouted. Remus laughed at him.
"I don't know why you make the effort, you know it doesn't affect me," Remus said, "I bet you use it as an excuse to Lily, don't you." James looked scandalised but it was obviously true.
"Come on, Moony," Peter said. "It's your birthday! We have to do something."
"Okay then," Remus said as his eyes locked with Sirius. He hadn't said much since coming in; he just sat on the end of the bed, his hand gently resting on Remus's leg. It was an almost imperceptible gesture, but Remus had noticed it straight away. "What do you think, Padfoot? What should we do for my birthday?" As he looked deep into Remus's eyes, Sirius knew what he wanted to do, but he didn't think James or Peter would appreciate it, so he decided to pull the party line.
"Get – you – drunk!" he said slowly. "Madam Rosmerta must have something that'll do the trick," he said, gently squeezing Remus's leg.
"Fine!" Remus conceded, rolling his eyes. "But it won't work."
And he was right; four days later three very drunk Gryffindors and one completely sober one had stumbled into the seventh year dorm room. Peter made a beeline for the bathroom and Sirius giggled merrily when he heard the poor boy throwing up.
"See," Sirius hiccupped, "some people jusst can't handle their alcohol."
A moment later, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in," James sang happily until he saw a head of flame-red hair in the doorway. "Ah," he tried to steady his voice, "I can esplain."
"Well?" his girlfriend questioned, waiting with arms crossed over her chest. James racked his brain for a few moments.
"It's his fault!" James said pointing an unsteady finger at Remus, who raised his hands in innocence. "He jusst wouldn't get drunk." James swayed. "So we had to drink more! And still – sober!" James shook his head disapprovingly at Remus, who couldn't help but laugh.
"I'm sorry, Lily." He said apologetically but she just sighed.
"Any excuse, I swear," Lily shook her head but there was jesting in her voice as James slumped onto his bed, "Just make sure he makes it to class tomorrow, will you?" she asked Remus, who nodded. She took one last look at her boyfriend passed out on his bed and shook her head. "What did I do to deserve this?" she said half-heartedly before closing the door behind her.
"Ohhh," Sirius teased, "Jamesies in trouble," then fell into giggles as Remus tried to wake James up.
"Come on, Prongs, I've got to do a Sobering Charm on you." Remus sat him up and after clicking his fingers in front of James's face a couple of times, the drunken boy finally snapped awake.
"Whers Lily?" James demanded.
"She's gone to bed, mate." Remus explained.
"Oh," he said despondently, "Shess lovely isn't she, Moony." He smiled goofily.
"Yes, Prongs. She's lovely," Remus answered absently as he tried to find his wand.
"Y'know, I'm gonna marry her. And she wants to marry me," James said. "ME!" he hit himself in the chest.
"Incredible, I know!" Remus said dryly and Sirius laughed even harder.
"I really love her," James sighed drunkenly. "I should tell her that. Whers she go?"
"Back to bed, I guess." Remus said as he finally grasped his wand. "Now, hold still!"
"I wan to see, Lily." James tried scrambling out of his bed. "I wan to tell her, I loves her." He clawed at the door. "Lily!"
"Prongs, she's gone to bed!" Remus explained, but it didn't make any difference. A moment later, he was through the door and it slammed loudly behind him. From outside came a loud cry of 'LILY!' and Remus winced. 'LILY!'
"Oh poor Jamesies," Sirius teased from his position on the floor (LILY!), "he really did drink too mush."
Remus was about to get James when a silence fell of the Gryffindor tower, which meant Lily had answered her name or James had passed out. Either way, Remus realised he had two more friends to deal with. He managed to find Peter passed out in the toilet and levitated him to his bed before turning his attention to the high-spirited Sirius.
"Hello," Sirius said as if they had just seen each other. Sirius stood unsteadily and lazily walked over to Remus. "How are you?" he threw his arms around Remus, and hung around his shoulders like a drunken medallion.
"You stink of alcohol," Remus said lightly.
"So do you!" Sirius said with a stubborn look but it soon softened, "Will you kisss me better?"
"You're not sick!" Remus said.
"Yess I am," Sirius replied. "I'm sick as a dog." He laughed at his own joke then leaned forward and placed his intoxicating lips onto Remus's.
"Ummm," Sirius moaned, "you taste gooood."
"Okay," Remus said. "I'm going to put a Sobering Charm on you now, okay?"
"Not yet," Sirius said, "I wan to be drunk with you a while longer."
"But I'm not drunk." Remus said.
"Yess you are," Sirius corrected. "You're jusst too stubborn to admit it."
"I'm the stubborn one?" Remus said in disbelief.
"Yess!" Sirius replied. "Stubborn, stubborn, stubborn."
"I'm doing the Sobering Charm on you, Sirius." Remus said resolutely and before Sirius could protest he felt his body draining of alcohol, then his mouth was dry and his head was sore.
"What did you do that for?" Sirius asked rubbing his pounding head.
"Drink this!" Remus said, handing Sirius a vile of purple liquid.
"What is it?"
"Pepper-up Potion," Remus explained and Sirius knocked back the concoction. Soon he felt his eyesight sharpen and the throbbing in his head went away. The taste in his mouth from the potion seemed just as bad.
"Gaa," he choked, "can't stand that stuff."
"Well since you've thanked me, let's go to bed." Remus said but instantly regretted it.
"Really?" Sirius raised his eyebrows. "Getting adventurous in your old age, Moony?" he said, indicating the passed out form of Peter that they were not alone.
"You know that's not what I meant, Sirius," Remus said.
"I know," Sirius said, "but I can live in hope." He reached his hand up and brushed Remus's cheek. It was strange how much difference a couple of spells could make. Moments ago, all he could think about was how cute Remus's ass looked and how gorgeous his eyes were, but now he wanted to just hold Remus in his arms, just to feel that body close to him. He wanted to feel the soft touch of Remus's skin. Slowly, he moved forward and placed a kiss onto Remus's lips. The last kiss had been sloppy and abandoned; this one was a lot more intent; this one knew how to kiss, how to arouse.
Suddenly the door swung open.
"AH, HA!" a drunken voice sounded and they spun around, "I knew it!" Sirius's eyes fixed on James's figure hanging in the doorframe. Well they were found out now, he thought, caught red handed.
"She thinks I'm cute!" James finished.
Sirius and Remus looked at each other and wondered what exactly was going on. James swayed into the room and plopped down on his bed.
"Said it herself," he continued. "I said, 'sorry for being a drunken idiot,' and she said, 'I think your cute when you're drunk,'" James threw his hands up in the air and, unbalanced in his precarious position on the edge of the bed, he fell backwards, "Can't figure her out – I love her – but she's bloody mental." With those words, James Michael Potter passed out.
***
Two week later, Sirius sat down to lunch on a rainy Tuesday morning. His muscles groaned from the extra Quidditch practise the Gryffindor team had been doing since term started. They had a match against Hufflepuff next week, and fifth year Gryffindor Captain, Tara Stone, was like a woman possessed. She had run gruelling drills for most of the weekend. Even when she had allowed them a few minutes break, it had been spent pounding her Quidditch playbook and insisting that the team just wasn't playing as good as they could. He remembered thinking her mad and almost wished Avid Merrion hadn't graduated the year before, leaving her in the captaincy.
All Sirius wanted to do was crawl back into bed, but they had Care of Magical Creatures first, and he was sure Professor Kettleburn would make them work outside despite the weather. He hoped that by the end breakfast the clouds would pass, but it didn't seem likely.
"Where's Moony?" James asked, taking a seat next to Peter.
"Said he'd be down in a minute," Peter answered, as he picked up a second portion of bacon from the table and put it on his plate. "Think he's finishing off some homework."
Sirius raised his eyebrows. Finishing homework? It wasn't like Moony to leave it until the morning; that was more Peter's or his style.
The beginnings of rustling started overhead to indicate the arrival of mail. Sirius didn't look up. He rarely got mail, and even when he did, he wasn't happy about it. His attention was momentarily pulled to a third year Ravenclaw who received a Howler for bad grades. Sirius shook his head; bad grades and Ravenclaw usually didn't go together. The Sorting Hat had been up to its usual pranks again. It must get bored, Sirius thought, with only a few hours of work a year.
Splat!
Sirius was sprayed with milk, and blearily looked around for the culprit before his eyes fell on the envelope, which was slowly sinking into his hot porridge. He didn't like the porridge, but it was part of the nutrition diet Stone had put them all on. He fished the letter out quickly and shuck off the soggy remnants of his breakfast.
The writing on the front had started to smudge, and it was impossible to tell who had sent it. I hope they put an Impervius Spell on the envelope, Sirius thought, as he ripped it open.
Meet me in the fifth floor corridor at nine tonight.
Sirius looked at the note, turned the page over to see what was on the back (nothing), and then read it again. There was no signature, but it was obvious who's writing it was. They had sat together nearly every class since he had started at Hogwarts. What is Moony playing at? Sirius thought.
"Everything alright?" James asked when he noticed the frown on Sirius's face.
"Yeah, fine," Sirius answered.
"We'd better get our robes before class starts." Peter said, grimacing at the dark clouds mirrored in the enchanted ceiling of the Great Hall. "Kettleburn will definitely have us outside today."
The other two nodded, and they made there way towards the doorway.
As they reached the Entrance Hall Sirius nearly bumped into a group of Slytherins. Snape gave Black his usual superior scowl. Bloody idiot! Sirius thought. Thinks he's so fucking important.
"What's that, Black?" Snape snarled at the note in Sirius hand. "Valentine from your boyfriend?" Snape's cronies cackled from behind their leader.
A flash of anger gripped Sirius as he heard Snape's voice. But what was it he said? Valentine? Today is Valentine's day, Sirius realised. He almost felt something close to gratitude for Snape's words. Remus had sent him a love letter, well kind of. He had arranged a secret rendezvous for the two of them.
Sirius's eyes narrowed at Snape, and he stepped forward. He could feel Snape edging towards his wand in preparation for an attack.
"Care to join us, Snape?" Sirius asked in a dangerous whisper, his mouth only inches from Snape's. Then he did something even he didn't expect. He took a step forward, and licked his tongue roughly up the length of Snape's cheek. Horror shot through the eyes of the Slytherin and he took a surprised stumble backwards.
"No?" Sirius smirked dangerously, and took another step towards Snape, who backed even further into his gang. "I guess I'll have him all to myself then," Sirius finished with a snide grin before taking himself easily towards the stairs. A moment later he could hear James and Peter follow him.
"That was brilliant, Sirius," Peter said through tears of laughter. "Did you see the look on his face? He was scared shitless."
"Brilliant!" James responded. "That was bloody inspired. He won't come near us for months now."
Sirius really couldn't hear what was being said. All he could think about was tonight, and Remus.
When they entered their dorm room, Remus was just finished buttoning his robes and, in a babble of words from James and Peter, was told what had just transpired.
"You did that?" Remus asked with a small smile on his lips.
"Well I couldn't have him insulting my boyfriend –could I?" Sirius replied with a glint in his eye. It was as if only the two of them were in the room. The others were still laughing at the memory of Snape's face, but all Sirius and Remus could do was stare at each other, knowing that if it had just been the two of them, Professor Kettleburn wouldn't have had a full class today.
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