Remus sniffed at his coffee again, aghast at Snape's bad memory. He could remember anyway… he could still hear the laughing that had erupted from his mouth… how the entire great hall rang with his cackling…
Severus sunk into his chair. He could almost read Remus' thoughts. They probably said Snape you're an asshole, or I hate you so much, or I can't believe you don't remember… A guilty conscience weighed his mind, because contrary to whatever he said, he did remember. He remembered it perfectly…
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Severus clutched his magical camera, eyes wide and grinning. The great hall was decorated in every shape of pink and red imaginable. Flitwick was enchanting glittering hearts to float over everyone's heads. Peter Pettigrew was still making love to his giant slab of chocolate that his mother had given him; it was now nearly half gone. He checked his watch again, and every time it would get nearer to the end of the hour he would beam with his revengeful glory. He hid behind a giant pink tapestry, sat on the window and helped himself to a bit of chocolate. He swung his legs merrily, and scanned the crowd. Dinner was soon. They were bound to be there eventually…
Suddenly, a shriek sprang across the hall. Severus immediately grabbed his camera and stuck his greasy nose out of the curtain. And he was immediately disappointed. The shriek came from Lily Evans. An disgruntled looking James Potter emerged from the crowd with the red mark of a hand across his face.
Snape sniffed unhappily. But his frustration did not last long, Sirius and Remus were heading toward a nearby table…
(A/N: DOOM!)
Remus' head was feeling as light as a feather as he practically floated to the table. He blinked, looked around, and turned to Sirius, "Why is everything pink?"
"Because it's Valentine's Day," Sirius said, looking at him strangely.
Remus' eyes grew wide, like a little child at a carnival. "Ooooh…" he clasped his hands together, "How romantic."
Snape wriggled behind the curtain, which was exactly next to the place where they choose to sit down. It's starting, he thought with joy.
Sirius looked at him like he had four heads, "Are you high or something?"
Remus ignored him and stared at the hearts above his head. Finally, Sirius shrugged and helped himself to a red lollipop. Then… as Snape had put it… it started…
Remus' eyes fell on Sirius' raven-black hair… his brown puppy-dog eyes… and sighed deeply. He mentally slapped himself, what's up with me, why am I checking out my best friend? Sirius looked up at him, mouth full of lollipop and Remus waved a limp wrist at him and…(gulp) giggled! Like a girl! Something is utterly wrong here! I'm acting like a fag! Sirius' mouth- his very handsome mouth – was hanging so far open that a little bit of drool was forming at the bottom of him lip. He then felt the strangest urge to suck the spit off of it. He felt himself reddening. And then he did something that even he himself could not explain. He took the lollipop out of Sirius' quivering hand and stuck it in his own.
Sirius stared, head cocked to one side. "Er… well… ok, you can have it…" Sirius groped the candy bowl for a chocolate bar, and started eating it, bemused.
Remus rolled the lollipop around on his tongue, sucking the remnant of Sirius' spit, hopefully. It was… delicious. And he wanted more…
Remus gleamed his golden eyes across him. He was so handsome, so perfect… The shimmering hearts floated all around head. He felt himself maddening with lust…
"Sirius, I want you so bad…" He whispered. Now Sirius looked scared. He laid his chocolate on the table.
"What did you just say?"
Remus grinned, eyes glistening madly, "You have some chocolate on your lip."
"Oh, I do?" He vainly tried to wipe it away with his fingers.
"Here let me get it for you…"
And with that Remus gave him a wet, licking, passionate kiss.
Snape nearly broke his leg trying to get out from behind the curtain in time.
Sirius was horrified. People were starting to watch and gather. "Remus!" he hissed low so that only him and his kisser would hear, "what the hell are you doing?"
"Falling passionately in love with you, Sirius, of course," Remus beamed.
"Falling… in… love…?" Sirius sputtered, he felt many gazes on his cheeks.
"Of course! How could I not?" Remus said, he was crawling across the table on all fours, "don't you realize how handsome you are? You practically put every girl you meet into ecstasy…"
"Yeah… every… girl…" he was breathing very fast, and shaking. He had never realized how many people were in the great hall until now. No matter how much he loved Remus he had to get out of there. He stood up and turned to leave. Remus grabbed him from behind. "Where are you going, love?" He turned his shoulders so he was facing him. "Don't go! Stay with me, darling," He whispered like a girl in a steamy French movie. He wrapped his arms around his waist. And whispered something naughty in his ear. Sirius was frozen to the spot, he couldn't have moved for anyone.
James was now one of the faces in the crowd; his eyes fell on the two, with a mixed look of rage and horror.
Severus was still taking pictures in the background…
Remus pulled the boy closer so that their stomachs were pressed against each other's, and clutched his buttocks. And then he started glomping him… Sirius eyes widened in pure terror. Remus smiled against his warm chest.
Now Snape was positively giddy. His cackling rang throughout the great hall, and into Remus' brain.
And then suddenly he realized where he was.
Everyone was pointing at them, some laughing, some staring at them with pure disgust. Remus loosened his grip. Sirius, on the verge of tears, ran across the hall and out the giant doors…