A/N: There's a little matter I have to clear up with Sirius, m'dears. Sirius is bi. I'm sorry that I didn't include anything in their convo to make that more apparent. Shame on me. Anyway, it might be a few days before I post. Inspiration is tearing me in all different directions because I have so many projects going.
Thank you Wyv, Bella, Goddess Shinigami (I suppose I should mention that I like Lucius despite him being the villian in this fic. However sweet and sour Lucius was kinda funny.), Mystica (sorry I made you run for your glasses), Paige, Silverfox, and Phoenixx.
P.S. Hydrox are dubbed 'imitation Oreos.' They're just not the same as the real thing. And sunsets come early in winter.
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Harry was distracted all week. He tried to hide it and be as pleasant as possible, but it was hard. Doubt was eating away at him. Sirius and Remus had a point, but they didn't know Draco like Harry did, but didn't Draco mention something about protecting him...Ack! He was tired of thinking about it. "I'm going to bed," he announced suddenly. He bade goodnight to Sirius and Remus and retired to his room.
"Well, he's not happy," Sirius said.
"He's been perfectly cheery and agreeable."
"It's imitation cheer. It's the Hydrox of cheer. It's the diet Coke of cheer. It may look the same, but it's not. It's only five and he's going to bed!"
"Maybe he's tired."
"He's brooding."
"What do you suggest we do about it?" Remus asked, rising.
"I don't know. Where are you going?"
"Spare room."
"Stop calling it a spare room."
"What would you have me call it?"
"Call it what it is: a prison."
"I don't like it anymore than you do, but I have to. Unless you want to be joining me in it next full moon."
"Okay," Sirius answered. "Hell, why wait until the next full moon? What's wrong with now?"
"I'm not kidding."
"I don't like leaving you alone in this."
"We're both hopeless at brewing potions. The only one of us who was ever any good at it was James."
"You weren't that bad at it. You were nearly as good as James."
"High praise from you indeed. I know how much you loved him," Remus said quietly.
"I didn't love him in the way you think I did."
"You didn't?"
"No. God! Me and James! Remy, you have no idea how ridiculous that sounds." Remus smiled.
"You haven't called me Remy in years."
"I couldn't, being imprisoned an all."
"True."
"Do you want to know why I never lasted long in a relationship with anyone?"
"You were young, Sirius."
"Do you know why it never lasted- not with Liza, Rachel, Brian, Mitchell, Kate, Liam, Marie, any of them?"
"No. Why?"
"Because I didn't love them. I loved someone else. But he didn't love me."
"How do you know?"
"He never said anything. He never did anything to let me know how he felt."
"He was stupid."
"You don't even know who I'm talking about," Sirius said with a smile.
"Doesn't matter. He's stupid. Or maybe he was scared."
"Of what? Rejection? I wasn't exactly known for rejecting anybody."
"Maybe he didn't think he could handle being pushed aside like the rest. Maybe he wasn't sure about his own feelings. Sirius, I-"
"Yes?" Sirius said, eyes widening.
"I have to go," Remus said, ducking into the prison he created for himself.
"Damn!" Sirius swore.
Sirius was awakened the next morning by the sound of Remus emerging from the spare room. He rose from the sofa. He looked at Remus and wondered if he had ever looked more delicate or fragile. Then he wondered if he had ever wanted him more. It was a great trial to Sirius that Remus wasn't at least bi. With his soft brown hair and eyes flecked with gold, it wasn't fair that he was straight. Or was he? Sirius had always thought so, but last night... It was probably the moon. Remus was known for doing extraordinarily dumb things just before a full moon. Case and point: The fishnet-stocking incident or the table dance incident. Sirius laughed.
"What?" Remus asked.
"I was thinking about how you do strange things right before a full moon and I happened to recall the time you decided to do your very best impersonation of a male stripper in the middle of the common room."
"You know, I don't remember that at all."
"Liar."
"I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about."
"Whatever, about last night-"
"What happened last night? I didn't hurt you, did I?" Remus asked, wrinkling his brow.
"No," Sirius sighed. "You didn't hurt me. You never even touched me."
"Oh, well then what happened?"
*Great,* Sirius thought. *Just great. I practically pour my heart out to him and he doesn't even remember. I can't have that talk with him again. Congratulations, Sirius. You have had the misfortune of falling in love with one of the few straight people to have ever been in Gryffindor. How do you always manage to do this to yourself?* "Nothing," he said. "We were just talking."
"Oh." *I'm sorry, Sirius.*
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Just something I wrote for my own amusement and decided to stick in there. review and tell me what you think!
Luv ya,
J. Silver
Thank you Wyv, Bella, Goddess Shinigami (I suppose I should mention that I like Lucius despite him being the villian in this fic. However sweet and sour Lucius was kinda funny.), Mystica (sorry I made you run for your glasses), Paige, Silverfox, and Phoenixx.
P.S. Hydrox are dubbed 'imitation Oreos.' They're just not the same as the real thing. And sunsets come early in winter.
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Harry was distracted all week. He tried to hide it and be as pleasant as possible, but it was hard. Doubt was eating away at him. Sirius and Remus had a point, but they didn't know Draco like Harry did, but didn't Draco mention something about protecting him...Ack! He was tired of thinking about it. "I'm going to bed," he announced suddenly. He bade goodnight to Sirius and Remus and retired to his room.
"Well, he's not happy," Sirius said.
"He's been perfectly cheery and agreeable."
"It's imitation cheer. It's the Hydrox of cheer. It's the diet Coke of cheer. It may look the same, but it's not. It's only five and he's going to bed!"
"Maybe he's tired."
"He's brooding."
"What do you suggest we do about it?" Remus asked, rising.
"I don't know. Where are you going?"
"Spare room."
"Stop calling it a spare room."
"What would you have me call it?"
"Call it what it is: a prison."
"I don't like it anymore than you do, but I have to. Unless you want to be joining me in it next full moon."
"Okay," Sirius answered. "Hell, why wait until the next full moon? What's wrong with now?"
"I'm not kidding."
"I don't like leaving you alone in this."
"We're both hopeless at brewing potions. The only one of us who was ever any good at it was James."
"You weren't that bad at it. You were nearly as good as James."
"High praise from you indeed. I know how much you loved him," Remus said quietly.
"I didn't love him in the way you think I did."
"You didn't?"
"No. God! Me and James! Remy, you have no idea how ridiculous that sounds." Remus smiled.
"You haven't called me Remy in years."
"I couldn't, being imprisoned an all."
"True."
"Do you want to know why I never lasted long in a relationship with anyone?"
"You were young, Sirius."
"Do you know why it never lasted- not with Liza, Rachel, Brian, Mitchell, Kate, Liam, Marie, any of them?"
"No. Why?"
"Because I didn't love them. I loved someone else. But he didn't love me."
"How do you know?"
"He never said anything. He never did anything to let me know how he felt."
"He was stupid."
"You don't even know who I'm talking about," Sirius said with a smile.
"Doesn't matter. He's stupid. Or maybe he was scared."
"Of what? Rejection? I wasn't exactly known for rejecting anybody."
"Maybe he didn't think he could handle being pushed aside like the rest. Maybe he wasn't sure about his own feelings. Sirius, I-"
"Yes?" Sirius said, eyes widening.
"I have to go," Remus said, ducking into the prison he created for himself.
"Damn!" Sirius swore.
Sirius was awakened the next morning by the sound of Remus emerging from the spare room. He rose from the sofa. He looked at Remus and wondered if he had ever looked more delicate or fragile. Then he wondered if he had ever wanted him more. It was a great trial to Sirius that Remus wasn't at least bi. With his soft brown hair and eyes flecked with gold, it wasn't fair that he was straight. Or was he? Sirius had always thought so, but last night... It was probably the moon. Remus was known for doing extraordinarily dumb things just before a full moon. Case and point: The fishnet-stocking incident or the table dance incident. Sirius laughed.
"What?" Remus asked.
"I was thinking about how you do strange things right before a full moon and I happened to recall the time you decided to do your very best impersonation of a male stripper in the middle of the common room."
"You know, I don't remember that at all."
"Liar."
"I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about."
"Whatever, about last night-"
"What happened last night? I didn't hurt you, did I?" Remus asked, wrinkling his brow.
"No," Sirius sighed. "You didn't hurt me. You never even touched me."
"Oh, well then what happened?"
*Great,* Sirius thought. *Just great. I practically pour my heart out to him and he doesn't even remember. I can't have that talk with him again. Congratulations, Sirius. You have had the misfortune of falling in love with one of the few straight people to have ever been in Gryffindor. How do you always manage to do this to yourself?* "Nothing," he said. "We were just talking."
"Oh." *I'm sorry, Sirius.*
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Just something I wrote for my own amusement and decided to stick in there. review and tell me what you think!
Luv ya,
J. Silver