Chapter 6
The ride to Moony's
Hogsmeade, England
He led us to the woods outside of Hogsmeade. Padfoot transformed back.
"Why are you trusting him?" he yelled at Lupin.
"Sirius."
"Well?!" Black glared at me.
"I trusted his mother." Blunt, Lupin. Very blunt.
"And who's his father?"
Glare. "Sins of the father fall not upon mine self," I hissed at him. Black stuck out his tongue. Rather childish. I still returned it.
"He's also the second highest in his year." Point, Lupin.
"Snape was high, too." Counterpoint, Black.
Lupin shut up. Black did too. Something needed to be said in the silence.
"Look, Black, trust me or don't, I don't care. Live with it for a little while, and I'll never bother your lives again."
Silence.
".Actually." Black started.
"Speak, Mutt."
"Draco, that was uncalled for."
I ignored him. "What?"
"Well, it's just not very nice-"
"I was talking to Black."
"Professor Black."
Shock. "What?"
The damned mutt nodded. "Potions. Dumbledore said to after Snape went back to spy on Voldemort."
Oh no. Potions with an immature ex-convict mutt?
"I'll be back too." Lupin smiled.
"DADA?" A nod.
Don't smile back. After all, he's not one of your favorite teachers, Draco.
Black hit a tree, hard. A box fell from the branches. He opened it, propping the contents gently on the ground so it didn't tip over.
A Muggle toy. Cute. I was about to taunt him for playing with Muggle toys at his age when he tapped it with Lupin's wand. It grew larger.
Lupin explained. "I live a good ways away. Even by air, it'll be an hour at least."
I nodded. "What is this?"
I looked over it, trying to figure out what the black. thing. was. It had two wheels and a double seat. And it was huge. I noticed on the side it had a small painted emblem. A moon, some stars- I recognized them as the constellation Sirius- the name Sirius written in large letters starting from the Dog Star he was named after, covered in two actual size paw prints. One canine, one lupine.
Cute. Subtle. Not obvious at all what Sirius wanted from "Moony".
Lupin isn't dumb. "Oh, god, Siri."
"Why not? I like it."
He would.
"You might as well have written 'I love my Wolfie'."
"Check the dashboard- 'I love Moony.' Close enough, huh?"
On the fucking dashboard. Shit
"No." Lupin seemed furious.
"No?" Why was he disappointed?
"Take it off."
"Aw, Moony."
"Now."
He did. Or at least the words, the moon emblem, and all the stars save his own. "Better?"
"I wish you'd get rid of the paws, but yes, better."
This man was going to be my potions professor? Somebody kill me.
"Well, are you coming or not?"
I turned. Black had gotten on the thing, and it had started to growl. Lupin was holding onto Black's waist as he shared the seat with Sirius.
Which left me with my own. Except.
"How?"
"Whaddaya mean, 'How?' We're taking the bike."
What? "One of those things that keep water out of Amsterdam?"
"That's a dike, Draco." Lupin corrected.
"This," Black patted his toy affectionately. "Is a bike. Beautiful, isn't she?"
"It's female?" I'd assumed it had no gender.
Lupin sighed. "Draco, please get on."
"How?" He patted the seat behind him. I sat down.
"Hold on," Black ordered. Ridiculous.
"To what?"
"To whatever you can." The "Bike" started to hover.
I looked around. "There's nothing."
"Then grab Moony." Was that a hint of jealousy? Regardless, I slid my arms around Lupin's rather thin waist.
He's even thinner than I am.
I was a little uncomfortable being so close to an open homosexual and werewolf.
"Now can we go?"
"Of course, Sirius." The "Bike" started to hover. I squeezed my eyes shut, burying my face into Lupin's back, not caring that he was gay or a dark creature or anything, I just wanted to hide.
Shit. He smelled familiar. That was really weird. After all, I usually don't go around sniffing my teachers.
We flew out of the woods.
After the initial shock, it was quite enjoyable. The wind felt good as it passed by, and the earlier growling shifted to a soft purr, almost a hum. I was calm now, but pushed against Moony's warm back, smelling that faint yet familiar scent, I felt a certain peace. Like I'd missed this from somewhere and not realized it. I refused to move, and even started to drift off.
"You okay?" Black asked.
"Feels good."
"You'd better not be feeling up Moony." Definite jealousy.
"He's holding me by the waist, Padfoot."
"Well, he'd better not start feeling you up."
Yawn. Felt good. Warm breeze. Soft hum. Warm pillow. Smelled like. I'm not sure.
Mmm.
Warm milk and cookies, please, Mum, then I'm off to bed.
The ride to Moony's
Hogsmeade, England
He led us to the woods outside of Hogsmeade. Padfoot transformed back.
"Why are you trusting him?" he yelled at Lupin.
"Sirius."
"Well?!" Black glared at me.
"I trusted his mother." Blunt, Lupin. Very blunt.
"And who's his father?"
Glare. "Sins of the father fall not upon mine self," I hissed at him. Black stuck out his tongue. Rather childish. I still returned it.
"He's also the second highest in his year." Point, Lupin.
"Snape was high, too." Counterpoint, Black.
Lupin shut up. Black did too. Something needed to be said in the silence.
"Look, Black, trust me or don't, I don't care. Live with it for a little while, and I'll never bother your lives again."
Silence.
".Actually." Black started.
"Speak, Mutt."
"Draco, that was uncalled for."
I ignored him. "What?"
"Well, it's just not very nice-"
"I was talking to Black."
"Professor Black."
Shock. "What?"
The damned mutt nodded. "Potions. Dumbledore said to after Snape went back to spy on Voldemort."
Oh no. Potions with an immature ex-convict mutt?
"I'll be back too." Lupin smiled.
"DADA?" A nod.
Don't smile back. After all, he's not one of your favorite teachers, Draco.
Black hit a tree, hard. A box fell from the branches. He opened it, propping the contents gently on the ground so it didn't tip over.
A Muggle toy. Cute. I was about to taunt him for playing with Muggle toys at his age when he tapped it with Lupin's wand. It grew larger.
Lupin explained. "I live a good ways away. Even by air, it'll be an hour at least."
I nodded. "What is this?"
I looked over it, trying to figure out what the black. thing. was. It had two wheels and a double seat. And it was huge. I noticed on the side it had a small painted emblem. A moon, some stars- I recognized them as the constellation Sirius- the name Sirius written in large letters starting from the Dog Star he was named after, covered in two actual size paw prints. One canine, one lupine.
Cute. Subtle. Not obvious at all what Sirius wanted from "Moony".
Lupin isn't dumb. "Oh, god, Siri."
"Why not? I like it."
He would.
"You might as well have written 'I love my Wolfie'."
"Check the dashboard- 'I love Moony.' Close enough, huh?"
On the fucking dashboard. Shit
"No." Lupin seemed furious.
"No?" Why was he disappointed?
"Take it off."
"Aw, Moony."
"Now."
He did. Or at least the words, the moon emblem, and all the stars save his own. "Better?"
"I wish you'd get rid of the paws, but yes, better."
This man was going to be my potions professor? Somebody kill me.
"Well, are you coming or not?"
I turned. Black had gotten on the thing, and it had started to growl. Lupin was holding onto Black's waist as he shared the seat with Sirius.
Which left me with my own. Except.
"How?"
"Whaddaya mean, 'How?' We're taking the bike."
What? "One of those things that keep water out of Amsterdam?"
"That's a dike, Draco." Lupin corrected.
"This," Black patted his toy affectionately. "Is a bike. Beautiful, isn't she?"
"It's female?" I'd assumed it had no gender.
Lupin sighed. "Draco, please get on."
"How?" He patted the seat behind him. I sat down.
"Hold on," Black ordered. Ridiculous.
"To what?"
"To whatever you can." The "Bike" started to hover.
I looked around. "There's nothing."
"Then grab Moony." Was that a hint of jealousy? Regardless, I slid my arms around Lupin's rather thin waist.
He's even thinner than I am.
I was a little uncomfortable being so close to an open homosexual and werewolf.
"Now can we go?"
"Of course, Sirius." The "Bike" started to hover. I squeezed my eyes shut, burying my face into Lupin's back, not caring that he was gay or a dark creature or anything, I just wanted to hide.
Shit. He smelled familiar. That was really weird. After all, I usually don't go around sniffing my teachers.
We flew out of the woods.
After the initial shock, it was quite enjoyable. The wind felt good as it passed by, and the earlier growling shifted to a soft purr, almost a hum. I was calm now, but pushed against Moony's warm back, smelling that faint yet familiar scent, I felt a certain peace. Like I'd missed this from somewhere and not realized it. I refused to move, and even started to drift off.
"You okay?" Black asked.
"Feels good."
"You'd better not be feeling up Moony." Definite jealousy.
"He's holding me by the waist, Padfoot."
"Well, he'd better not start feeling you up."
Yawn. Felt good. Warm breeze. Soft hum. Warm pillow. Smelled like. I'm not sure.
Mmm.
Warm milk and cookies, please, Mum, then I'm off to bed.