And here be chapter 3! I decided to be nice. Nothing but the (barely
there) plot belongs to me.
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Last chapter, Remus said "...On a scale of one to ten, how good looking are they?"
Sirius considered this for a moment, and then said slowly, "Eleven. He's-"
Then he realized his mistake.
"Oh /I!"
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Remus blinked.
"....He?"
"Damnit, damnit, /I!"
James walked in at this point, smiling and energetic.
"We," he said, "are going to the kitchens to celebrate."
Sirius was still muttering 'damnit' under his breath.
"Damn what?" James asked
Sirius looked up.
"Something I said. You two go to the kitchens, I'm staying here."
"No, you're coming with us. And we're getting Peter on the way.'
Sirius' shoulders slumped even more, if that was possible. James grabbed him by the shoulders and yanked him off the bed.
"Ow. Bastard. Fine, I'll come."
Peter was leaving the library just as they entered.
"We're going to the kitchens," James announced happily, and marched off.
"Is he on something?" Peter whispered to Sirius.
Sirius shrugged. "I think Lily talked to him," he said.
"We're out after hours, Prongs. You didn't bring your cloak did you?" Peter asked
"Nope," was the cheerful reply.
"Well, the cloak might be a good thing. Because.....shhh."
Remus help up a hand for them to stop and be quiet.
Very faintly from around the corner, came Filch's voice.
"Students skulking around the kitchens, my sweet?"
"Hide!" yelled Sirius, who then bolted for a nearby closet. Remus followed him.
James, with Peter in tow, sprinted to the painting that concealed the kitchens. The picture, seeming to sense the need for haste, revealed the doorknob as soon as James had brushed the pear.
Remus and Sirius didn't have quite as much luck, however. Sirius tugged the doorknob to the closet.
"Locked," he muttered.
"/I," said Remus, painting his wand at the door. The lock clicked open, and they rushed inside, slamming the door behind them.
Then they realized that the closet was so full of brooms and cleaning supplies that there was barely enough room for them.
"Oh, sod it," Sirius whispered.
"What?"
"My robe's caught in the door."
"Hope Filch doesn't see it."
They were both silent as Filch's voice wafted to their ears.
"They're hiding somewhere around here, my sweet. Can you smell them?"
Sirius held his breath.
There was a loud yowling sound from outside, and the doorknob rattled, but eventually the noises stopped. Footsteps moved away, and Sirius breathed again.
Then he realized just exactly how close he and Remus were, and he remembered what he had said earlier.
"/I," he said forcefully
"What?"
"Oh, nothing."
There was a rattling sound, and Remus sighed.
"It's either locked or jammed. /I."
There was no sound of the lock clicking open.
"We're stuck here, then. Is there room to sit?"
"I think so. It'll be cramped."
"Better than standing."
Sirius shrugged his school robes off, and then seated himself on an upturned bucket.
After a few minutes of silence, Sirius stated that he was bored. He could almost feel Remus grin in the dark.
"Truth or truth?" the werewolf asked.
"Oh no. I am not gonna play that anytime soon."
"Aw, c'mon Padfoot. Truth or truth?"
A heavy sigh came from Sirius' side of the closet.
"Truth, I guess."
Remus grinned again and said, "Is the person you like male?"
There was silence from Sirius.
"Well?"
More silence from across the closet. Then, "Maybe."
"That's a yes," came the gleeful reply.
"Why're you so happy all of a sudden?" Sirius asked glumly.
"Just the chance that y-"Remus cut himself off by clapping his hands over his mouth.
"The chance that what?"
"I think I'll not finish that. So, unless you're lying, you like James or Peter." Then he added as an afterthought, "Or me."
"You're right about one of those options."
"James?"
"Nope. He likes Lily, and it just wouldn't be right. He's like my best friend and all. Nope, not him."
"Peter?"
"Never. I mean, he's /I. Need any other explanation?"
"Nope. Me?"
"I like you as a friend."
"Are you lying?"
"I haven't lied."
"You've been rather vague, though."
There was a knock at the door.
"Moony? Padfoot?" Said James' voice.
"Yeah. Can you get us out?" Asked Sirius.
"I think so. You two may have to skip the kitchens, though, I think Filch'll be back."
They eventually got the door open, and walked back to the Common Room.
There was a party in full swing as they walked in. Music was playing, and people were dancing (a thing not often seen in the Gryffindor common room)). James immediately ran over to Lily and got down on one knee.
"Lily Evans, will you-"
"I will not dance with you, and I will not marry you."
"I love you anyway," James said, and kissed her on the cheek. Then he ran up to the boy's dormitories before she could react.
"Aww, ain't that sad?" said Sirius, winking at James and opening the door for him. "The gallant knight's love has been rejected by the fair maiden. What will he do now?"
"Sod off, Sirius."
"No thanks, mate."
"You're certainly in a good mood now. What brought the change?"
"I d'know. I'm going back down there."
The dog animagus left the room, whistling.
"Any idea what's up with him?" James asked Remus, who shook his head.
Sirius poked his head into the room.
"Your precious flower wishes to speak to you, James. She's waiting downstairs."
"Lily actually.....wants to talk to me?" He rushed out of the room, pushing past Sirius and taking the stairs four at a time.
"I think I'm gonna join them," Remus said to Peter. "This might get interesting."
Peter nodded, not paying attention. Remus walked out the door, and down the stairs. He seated himself five steps up from the common room and sat watching.
Lily was yelling something about "typical rude, chauvinistic male!" at James, who was standing silently in front of her with a glazed look to his eyes.
Sirius was standing near the record player (it was a muggle one, enchanted to work in the castle).
Remus smiled slightly when his gaze fell upon his black haired friend.
"So damned beautiful," he whispered softly, and then cast his gaze away, so as not to be caught.
When they went to bed that night, all were happy. James had spent much time with Lily. Peter had gotten quite a bit of reading in. Remus had seen a lot of Sirius. Sirius was fairly sure he had caught Remus watching him.
Sirius woke up in the middle of the night, and rmembered that he had shoved the picture under his covers earlier that day.....but where was it? He shut his bed curtains, and lit the end of his wand. The photograph was no where in sight. Not under the covers, not on top of the covers, not under the bed, nor beside it.
"Oh damnit."
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I was nice, and there was a kiss. Not a real one, technically, but a kiss nonetheless. And I'm quite sorry about not all of them getting to the kitchens.
Any guesses as to what made Sirius so happy near the end?
Next chapter you will (probably) see: an embarassed Sirius, an embarassed Remus, another love letter, and detention. And a real kiss;- )
Review, please!
....Sirius likes the word 'damnit'
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Last chapter, Remus said "...On a scale of one to ten, how good looking are they?"
Sirius considered this for a moment, and then said slowly, "Eleven. He's-"
Then he realized his mistake.
"Oh /I!"
~*~
Remus blinked.
"....He?"
"Damnit, damnit, /I!"
James walked in at this point, smiling and energetic.
"We," he said, "are going to the kitchens to celebrate."
Sirius was still muttering 'damnit' under his breath.
"Damn what?" James asked
Sirius looked up.
"Something I said. You two go to the kitchens, I'm staying here."
"No, you're coming with us. And we're getting Peter on the way.'
Sirius' shoulders slumped even more, if that was possible. James grabbed him by the shoulders and yanked him off the bed.
"Ow. Bastard. Fine, I'll come."
Peter was leaving the library just as they entered.
"We're going to the kitchens," James announced happily, and marched off.
"Is he on something?" Peter whispered to Sirius.
Sirius shrugged. "I think Lily talked to him," he said.
"We're out after hours, Prongs. You didn't bring your cloak did you?" Peter asked
"Nope," was the cheerful reply.
"Well, the cloak might be a good thing. Because.....shhh."
Remus help up a hand for them to stop and be quiet.
Very faintly from around the corner, came Filch's voice.
"Students skulking around the kitchens, my sweet?"
"Hide!" yelled Sirius, who then bolted for a nearby closet. Remus followed him.
James, with Peter in tow, sprinted to the painting that concealed the kitchens. The picture, seeming to sense the need for haste, revealed the doorknob as soon as James had brushed the pear.
Remus and Sirius didn't have quite as much luck, however. Sirius tugged the doorknob to the closet.
"Locked," he muttered.
"/I," said Remus, painting his wand at the door. The lock clicked open, and they rushed inside, slamming the door behind them.
Then they realized that the closet was so full of brooms and cleaning supplies that there was barely enough room for them.
"Oh, sod it," Sirius whispered.
"What?"
"My robe's caught in the door."
"Hope Filch doesn't see it."
They were both silent as Filch's voice wafted to their ears.
"They're hiding somewhere around here, my sweet. Can you smell them?"
Sirius held his breath.
There was a loud yowling sound from outside, and the doorknob rattled, but eventually the noises stopped. Footsteps moved away, and Sirius breathed again.
Then he realized just exactly how close he and Remus were, and he remembered what he had said earlier.
"/I," he said forcefully
"What?"
"Oh, nothing."
There was a rattling sound, and Remus sighed.
"It's either locked or jammed. /I."
There was no sound of the lock clicking open.
"We're stuck here, then. Is there room to sit?"
"I think so. It'll be cramped."
"Better than standing."
Sirius shrugged his school robes off, and then seated himself on an upturned bucket.
After a few minutes of silence, Sirius stated that he was bored. He could almost feel Remus grin in the dark.
"Truth or truth?" the werewolf asked.
"Oh no. I am not gonna play that anytime soon."
"Aw, c'mon Padfoot. Truth or truth?"
A heavy sigh came from Sirius' side of the closet.
"Truth, I guess."
Remus grinned again and said, "Is the person you like male?"
There was silence from Sirius.
"Well?"
More silence from across the closet. Then, "Maybe."
"That's a yes," came the gleeful reply.
"Why're you so happy all of a sudden?" Sirius asked glumly.
"Just the chance that y-"Remus cut himself off by clapping his hands over his mouth.
"The chance that what?"
"I think I'll not finish that. So, unless you're lying, you like James or Peter." Then he added as an afterthought, "Or me."
"You're right about one of those options."
"James?"
"Nope. He likes Lily, and it just wouldn't be right. He's like my best friend and all. Nope, not him."
"Peter?"
"Never. I mean, he's /I. Need any other explanation?"
"Nope. Me?"
"I like you as a friend."
"Are you lying?"
"I haven't lied."
"You've been rather vague, though."
There was a knock at the door.
"Moony? Padfoot?" Said James' voice.
"Yeah. Can you get us out?" Asked Sirius.
"I think so. You two may have to skip the kitchens, though, I think Filch'll be back."
They eventually got the door open, and walked back to the Common Room.
There was a party in full swing as they walked in. Music was playing, and people were dancing (a thing not often seen in the Gryffindor common room)). James immediately ran over to Lily and got down on one knee.
"Lily Evans, will you-"
"I will not dance with you, and I will not marry you."
"I love you anyway," James said, and kissed her on the cheek. Then he ran up to the boy's dormitories before she could react.
"Aww, ain't that sad?" said Sirius, winking at James and opening the door for him. "The gallant knight's love has been rejected by the fair maiden. What will he do now?"
"Sod off, Sirius."
"No thanks, mate."
"You're certainly in a good mood now. What brought the change?"
"I d'know. I'm going back down there."
The dog animagus left the room, whistling.
"Any idea what's up with him?" James asked Remus, who shook his head.
Sirius poked his head into the room.
"Your precious flower wishes to speak to you, James. She's waiting downstairs."
"Lily actually.....wants to talk to me?" He rushed out of the room, pushing past Sirius and taking the stairs four at a time.
"I think I'm gonna join them," Remus said to Peter. "This might get interesting."
Peter nodded, not paying attention. Remus walked out the door, and down the stairs. He seated himself five steps up from the common room and sat watching.
Lily was yelling something about "typical rude, chauvinistic male!" at James, who was standing silently in front of her with a glazed look to his eyes.
Sirius was standing near the record player (it was a muggle one, enchanted to work in the castle).
Remus smiled slightly when his gaze fell upon his black haired friend.
"So damned beautiful," he whispered softly, and then cast his gaze away, so as not to be caught.
When they went to bed that night, all were happy. James had spent much time with Lily. Peter had gotten quite a bit of reading in. Remus had seen a lot of Sirius. Sirius was fairly sure he had caught Remus watching him.
Sirius woke up in the middle of the night, and rmembered that he had shoved the picture under his covers earlier that day.....but where was it? He shut his bed curtains, and lit the end of his wand. The photograph was no where in sight. Not under the covers, not on top of the covers, not under the bed, nor beside it.
"Oh damnit."
~*~
I was nice, and there was a kiss. Not a real one, technically, but a kiss nonetheless. And I'm quite sorry about not all of them getting to the kitchens.
Any guesses as to what made Sirius so happy near the end?
Next chapter you will (probably) see: an embarassed Sirius, an embarassed Remus, another love letter, and detention. And a real kiss;- )
Review, please!
....Sirius likes the word 'damnit'