CHAP 4
I found him in the library. How many times had Moony run to the comfort of old books, their author's long dead and pages near decay? I remembered the table he sat at well. It was where we first met-all of us.
James was a Slytherin and with that went a certain pride and arrogance. However, the Keeper betrayed these traits enough to speak to Remus, they had been debating over a use for Flobber Potions. Peter had, consequentially been trying to do an essay of the same subject. Me? I had been looking for Moony as usual. His very presence has always been more than a comfort it is like a security blanket that no matter how wise or worn a toddler will not relinquish.
Their debate had nearly turned into a scuffle as James withdrew his wand, pointing it directly at Remus's nose. My every instinct had gone into overdrive and before the young werewolf could react I had James flat on his back and his spectacles a meter away. Something had happened then, I helped him up and James complimented me on my reflexes. Ever since that day the four of us had been companions. Don't ask me how Peter, a Hufflepuff became part of it. I still don't know.
"Alright Moony?"
Remus paused and for a second I expected him to berate me thoroughly. But he didn't, aside from the odd moment Remus is controlled and laid-back; I really don't deserve his friendship.
"I suppose so. Alright Padfoot?"
I looked into his eyes, they were beginning to have a reddish tinge to them and the day of the full moon neared. If at that moment he had accused me of every feeling I portrayed towards him I would not have denied it. Many times I have thought of telling Remus and just as many times I have played the realist and gone through every possible situation that could take place. None of them were pleasant.
"I-I'm sorry," why did I apologize? Sirius Orion Black never apologizes.
"No you're not. You're never sorry," it was accusing, simply truthful, "anyways, I can't begrudge you your feelings towards my brother. He is arrogant at times but he's still my brother and he wouldn't do anything to hurt me."
Perhaps his last words were foreshadowing, perhaps they were just a child- like conviction that blood is thicker than gold.
"Remus, Remus. Qu'est-ce que j'ai dit propos Monsieur Black? C'est dans ton meilleur intérêt de parer lui. Il est rien q'un problème!" his great prat of a twin had somehow managed to follow me to our sanctuary.
But my companion only shrugged him off, muttering something incoherent that appeared to be of great offence to his twin. When he turned back to the essay he was constructing I slid in beside him with half the grace of a blind rhino.
"Mr. Padfoot inquires as to what Mr. Moony said to anger such a thick oaf as Romulus?"
"Mr. Moony replies that he told his sibling to 'Sod off or I would tell our mother about one of his summer flings with the bartender at the local pub'" there was no mistaking the devilish undertone to his words.
That sparked my interest. Any bit of dirt on Romulus would immediately give me the upper hand in this never-ending battle.
Unfortunately, Remus merely dismissed it with a wave of his hand. James, Peter and I were all too familiar with it. Remus had no intention of elaborating and unless one of us (most likely yours truly) read his diary again.
"Very well, Mr. Moony. Than you and I shall sit here in quiet, sombre silence," I lay down on the bench, placing my head in his lap. I knew it irked him, every time the werewolf flinched but annoyance is my purpose.
"Don't you and my brother have a bet to pursue? Just because Rom is my brother doesn't mean I want him to win the pour soul you two have your eyes set on," with that my friend pushed me up with an encouraging squeeze on my shoulder.
Romulus and the kid were not easy to find. It was only with the help of Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs that I discovered them talking on one of the window seats behind a statue of Rowena Ravenclaw. Once again I felt my face flush and temper rise like the swell of the ocean to greet the oncoming storm.
"Pleasant to see you here Romulus," my voice was too sweet.
"I am sorry but Daniel and I were just 'aving a conversation. In ozer words-sod off."
"I-I don't mind," Daniel was quiet and rather shy but there was no mistaking the faint blush that crept across his cheeks.
"Well in that case," I playfully extended my hand, "Sirius Black. Please to meet you!"
Sometimes I think that I live just to flirt and create discomfort for other, less experienced, people. Daniel, I could tell was quite taken-I had been right he was gay.
"D-Daniel Montgomery. I know who you are though-everyone does!" he added this with a twinkle in his eye that was part nervous part excited. With any luck he would be mine before the week was out.
I lowered myself onto the old cushions-how many students had sat on them before? One could practically feel the ghosts of long-forgotten memories stir among the dust motes.
"Saw you at the Quidditch match. Ravenclaw was brilliant, wasn't it?"
"Yes. Our new Keeper's really good but didn't that used to be your position?"
Then something happened that I never would have imagined. My friends are good and caring but they disapprove of my use of women and men-always have. James and Peter because they have steady girlfriends and Remus just because he's that sort of person.
I saw a willowy figure outlined against the dim light of the corridor. It was a familiar figure, how many times had I seen it just as the full moon rose? Remus emerged from the shadow as if he were Orpheus surfacing from the depth of Hades' realm.
"Romulus, j'ai retenu que maman a dit a tu que tu dois m'aider dans les charmes et maintenant je besoin de votre aide. Alors suivre moi sil te plait," Moony took his brothers hand and began to lead him off in the direction of our dormitory but not without winking at me from behind Romulus's back.
"Now, what were we talking about?" I asked, holding the ever-innocent- sixteen-year-old façade.
"I-I d-don't really remember," his brown eyes were wide.
Only years (okay, maybe three) of experience kept me from shivering as I leaned in closer. Aiming for the kill would have scared a normal person silly, especially with a member of the same sex but this was nothing. He wanted this enough for the both of us, though I don't know why he would with my track record.
"You know you are very fetching when you blush Daniel," my voice was husky with mock want.
"I-er, that is to say, erm, thank you," why do people always stutter when they're nervous?
Finally, before the bloke knew what hit him, my lips were on his. However, I felt nothing, it's been a long time since I ever really have felt the old fire and electricity. This was just another meaningless action meant to fill time.
When we pulled apart Daniel was immediately flustered by my course of actions but I was victorious. Now all that was left were some meaningless words and we would be hitched. Only long enough for Romulus to see us and then I would break it off and collect the title of Hogwart's Best Lover; a mini Casanova per se.
I found him in the library. How many times had Moony run to the comfort of old books, their author's long dead and pages near decay? I remembered the table he sat at well. It was where we first met-all of us.
James was a Slytherin and with that went a certain pride and arrogance. However, the Keeper betrayed these traits enough to speak to Remus, they had been debating over a use for Flobber Potions. Peter had, consequentially been trying to do an essay of the same subject. Me? I had been looking for Moony as usual. His very presence has always been more than a comfort it is like a security blanket that no matter how wise or worn a toddler will not relinquish.
Their debate had nearly turned into a scuffle as James withdrew his wand, pointing it directly at Remus's nose. My every instinct had gone into overdrive and before the young werewolf could react I had James flat on his back and his spectacles a meter away. Something had happened then, I helped him up and James complimented me on my reflexes. Ever since that day the four of us had been companions. Don't ask me how Peter, a Hufflepuff became part of it. I still don't know.
"Alright Moony?"
Remus paused and for a second I expected him to berate me thoroughly. But he didn't, aside from the odd moment Remus is controlled and laid-back; I really don't deserve his friendship.
"I suppose so. Alright Padfoot?"
I looked into his eyes, they were beginning to have a reddish tinge to them and the day of the full moon neared. If at that moment he had accused me of every feeling I portrayed towards him I would not have denied it. Many times I have thought of telling Remus and just as many times I have played the realist and gone through every possible situation that could take place. None of them were pleasant.
"I-I'm sorry," why did I apologize? Sirius Orion Black never apologizes.
"No you're not. You're never sorry," it was accusing, simply truthful, "anyways, I can't begrudge you your feelings towards my brother. He is arrogant at times but he's still my brother and he wouldn't do anything to hurt me."
Perhaps his last words were foreshadowing, perhaps they were just a child- like conviction that blood is thicker than gold.
"Remus, Remus. Qu'est-ce que j'ai dit propos Monsieur Black? C'est dans ton meilleur intérêt de parer lui. Il est rien q'un problème!" his great prat of a twin had somehow managed to follow me to our sanctuary.
But my companion only shrugged him off, muttering something incoherent that appeared to be of great offence to his twin. When he turned back to the essay he was constructing I slid in beside him with half the grace of a blind rhino.
"Mr. Padfoot inquires as to what Mr. Moony said to anger such a thick oaf as Romulus?"
"Mr. Moony replies that he told his sibling to 'Sod off or I would tell our mother about one of his summer flings with the bartender at the local pub'" there was no mistaking the devilish undertone to his words.
That sparked my interest. Any bit of dirt on Romulus would immediately give me the upper hand in this never-ending battle.
Unfortunately, Remus merely dismissed it with a wave of his hand. James, Peter and I were all too familiar with it. Remus had no intention of elaborating and unless one of us (most likely yours truly) read his diary again.
"Very well, Mr. Moony. Than you and I shall sit here in quiet, sombre silence," I lay down on the bench, placing my head in his lap. I knew it irked him, every time the werewolf flinched but annoyance is my purpose.
"Don't you and my brother have a bet to pursue? Just because Rom is my brother doesn't mean I want him to win the pour soul you two have your eyes set on," with that my friend pushed me up with an encouraging squeeze on my shoulder.
Romulus and the kid were not easy to find. It was only with the help of Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs that I discovered them talking on one of the window seats behind a statue of Rowena Ravenclaw. Once again I felt my face flush and temper rise like the swell of the ocean to greet the oncoming storm.
"Pleasant to see you here Romulus," my voice was too sweet.
"I am sorry but Daniel and I were just 'aving a conversation. In ozer words-sod off."
"I-I don't mind," Daniel was quiet and rather shy but there was no mistaking the faint blush that crept across his cheeks.
"Well in that case," I playfully extended my hand, "Sirius Black. Please to meet you!"
Sometimes I think that I live just to flirt and create discomfort for other, less experienced, people. Daniel, I could tell was quite taken-I had been right he was gay.
"D-Daniel Montgomery. I know who you are though-everyone does!" he added this with a twinkle in his eye that was part nervous part excited. With any luck he would be mine before the week was out.
I lowered myself onto the old cushions-how many students had sat on them before? One could practically feel the ghosts of long-forgotten memories stir among the dust motes.
"Saw you at the Quidditch match. Ravenclaw was brilliant, wasn't it?"
"Yes. Our new Keeper's really good but didn't that used to be your position?"
Then something happened that I never would have imagined. My friends are good and caring but they disapprove of my use of women and men-always have. James and Peter because they have steady girlfriends and Remus just because he's that sort of person.
I saw a willowy figure outlined against the dim light of the corridor. It was a familiar figure, how many times had I seen it just as the full moon rose? Remus emerged from the shadow as if he were Orpheus surfacing from the depth of Hades' realm.
"Romulus, j'ai retenu que maman a dit a tu que tu dois m'aider dans les charmes et maintenant je besoin de votre aide. Alors suivre moi sil te plait," Moony took his brothers hand and began to lead him off in the direction of our dormitory but not without winking at me from behind Romulus's back.
"Now, what were we talking about?" I asked, holding the ever-innocent- sixteen-year-old façade.
"I-I d-don't really remember," his brown eyes were wide.
Only years (okay, maybe three) of experience kept me from shivering as I leaned in closer. Aiming for the kill would have scared a normal person silly, especially with a member of the same sex but this was nothing. He wanted this enough for the both of us, though I don't know why he would with my track record.
"You know you are very fetching when you blush Daniel," my voice was husky with mock want.
"I-er, that is to say, erm, thank you," why do people always stutter when they're nervous?
Finally, before the bloke knew what hit him, my lips were on his. However, I felt nothing, it's been a long time since I ever really have felt the old fire and electricity. This was just another meaningless action meant to fill time.
When we pulled apart Daniel was immediately flustered by my course of actions but I was victorious. Now all that was left were some meaningless words and we would be hitched. Only long enough for Romulus to see us and then I would break it off and collect the title of Hogwart's Best Lover; a mini Casanova per se.