The boy with the long hair, and the boy with the book smiled at one another
from one of the thickest branches of the knotted oak that leant over the
lake. The sun was slowly sinking into the orange waters of the lake, and
the air was serene.
"They'll be wondering where we've......" started the boy with the book resting gently on his knee. He wasn't entirely sure why he had the book, but it made him look a little more casual, as he sat uneasily upon the hard wood.
"Relax. No one will notice. Anyway, it's not like we're doing anything we shouldn't be, is it?" added the boy with the long hair with a wink. With one smile, he managed to melt the other boy's insides.
"Sirius..." he started, his chest heavy. He wasn't sure what he wanted to say, or even why he wanted to say it. It was best for him to keep his feelings inside. He'd lived like that for his entire life of seventeen years, and it was good. He had no reason to worry about what others thought of him, or what they'd think once he'd told them. He knew he'd never tell, and made do with that.
"Yes?" Sirius inquired, trying to look serious and somewhat suave, but failing miserably.
"My parents don't want me to be friends with you," Remus admitted with a sigh, staring into Sirius' distant grey eyes.
"Don't want you to be friends with me? Where did that come from?" Sirius asked, his head jerking.
"They think you're a bad influence on me. But - " Remus continued, his courage growing.
"A bad influence? They let me sleep in a room with a werewolf most of the year, and yet they think I'm a bad influence?" Sirius stormed, seething.
"It's nothing personal. But - "
"Nothing personal? How can it be nothing personal? They hate me, and don't want me friends with their only son, yet it's not personal!"
"It's your family. But - "
"My family! Since when was I my brother? I am nothing like any of my family! I can't believe the people who spawned someone like you are so prejudice. Oh, Remus. They can't hate me really, can they?"
"They do. But I don't mind you so much," he added, with a blush only Sirius would have noticed had anyone else been there.
"Well, I'd bloody well hope so, or you'd have been tearing chunks out of my neck for the past however long."
"That'd be vampires. Not werewolves. I wouldn't tear chunks out of your neck."
"Wouldn't you?" Sirius added with mock disappointment.
"Oh...."
The two boys, their sillhouettes framing the most incredible of sunsets, blushed profoundly, and fell silent.
"They'll be wondering where we've......" started the boy with the book resting gently on his knee. He wasn't entirely sure why he had the book, but it made him look a little more casual, as he sat uneasily upon the hard wood.
"Relax. No one will notice. Anyway, it's not like we're doing anything we shouldn't be, is it?" added the boy with the long hair with a wink. With one smile, he managed to melt the other boy's insides.
"Sirius..." he started, his chest heavy. He wasn't sure what he wanted to say, or even why he wanted to say it. It was best for him to keep his feelings inside. He'd lived like that for his entire life of seventeen years, and it was good. He had no reason to worry about what others thought of him, or what they'd think once he'd told them. He knew he'd never tell, and made do with that.
"Yes?" Sirius inquired, trying to look serious and somewhat suave, but failing miserably.
"My parents don't want me to be friends with you," Remus admitted with a sigh, staring into Sirius' distant grey eyes.
"Don't want you to be friends with me? Where did that come from?" Sirius asked, his head jerking.
"They think you're a bad influence on me. But - " Remus continued, his courage growing.
"A bad influence? They let me sleep in a room with a werewolf most of the year, and yet they think I'm a bad influence?" Sirius stormed, seething.
"It's nothing personal. But - "
"Nothing personal? How can it be nothing personal? They hate me, and don't want me friends with their only son, yet it's not personal!"
"It's your family. But - "
"My family! Since when was I my brother? I am nothing like any of my family! I can't believe the people who spawned someone like you are so prejudice. Oh, Remus. They can't hate me really, can they?"
"They do. But I don't mind you so much," he added, with a blush only Sirius would have noticed had anyone else been there.
"Well, I'd bloody well hope so, or you'd have been tearing chunks out of my neck for the past however long."
"That'd be vampires. Not werewolves. I wouldn't tear chunks out of your neck."
"Wouldn't you?" Sirius added with mock disappointment.
"Oh...."
The two boys, their sillhouettes framing the most incredible of sunsets, blushed profoundly, and fell silent.