This is probably the next to last chapter. All words in CAPS are
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I own nothing but the plot.
I hope you enjoy this chapter.
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'Picture' was the first word that Sirius thought of when he woke up. He frantically jumped out of bed, and started rummaging around.
"What're you doing? 'S six in the morning!"
"Looking for something," Sirius replied to James' sleepy mumble. "Go back to sleep."
"Mmh."
Soon James' breathing slowed, and Sirius crept over to Remus' bed and peered over the edge. The werewolf was curled up on his side, watching Sirius, a lazy smile playing over his face.
"What ARE you doing, Padfoot?" he whispered.
Sirius blinked in surprise.
"Looking for something and being bored."
Remus sat up and stretched.
"Can I help look?" he asked.
"No! I mean, it's nothing important, I'll find it later. Why up so early?" Sirius quickly changed the subject of conversation.
"I always get up before the rest of you, Siri..us."
"What'd you call me?"
"Sirius."
But Sirius was sure that Remus had almost said something else. He shrugged and, figuring that he had been up for long enough, decided to get dressed.
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The next few weeks passed without any more games of Truth or Dare (or any variants thereof), and the picture had apparently been lost forever. It was soon February first, and Sirius realized with a growing sense of dread that Valentine's Day was fast approaching.
"Er, James? I need help."
James pretended to faint onto his bed.
"The great, all-knowing Sirius Black needs actual HELP? The world must be coming to an end!"
"Can't you be serious?"
"I can try. What do you need?"
"There's this person I like, and I'm almost sure they don't feel the same way. But I want to send something for Valentine's."
"Who?"
"Someone... I don't really want anyone to know who. Yet."
"Well," James asked, considering this information for a moment, "how much do you like them?"
"A lot. More than a lot. I don't know. I think I might love...." He trailed off, voice uncertain.
"All right. Send her a poem?"
Sirius almost visibly blanched at the word 'her.'
"Don't you mean hi- uh, I mean...yeah..."
James gave him an odd look.
"What?"
"Nothing. I think a poem would be good. Or maybe another letter," Sirius said.
"ANOTHER love letter? You mean you've sent one before?" James asked.
Sirius swore.
"That's a yes. How long ago?"
"Couple of months."
James' eyes suddenly widened.
"You like a GUY, don't you?"
Sirius stiffened.
"Wh-what makes you say that?" he asked, his voice nervous.
"You do!" James' voice was triumphant. "Waitwaitwait! You said at Christmas break that is was Gryffindor, and a 5th year. It's me, Wormtail, or Moony, right?"
Sirius sat sullenly on the bed.
"I just can't see you liking Peter. And you're my best friend and all, but you don't act weird or anything around me. So it must be Remus," James said, narrowing down the options.
"I like him as a friend."
"Do you maybe like him as MORE than a friend?"
"Damnit!"
James' face lit up.
"You are a sadistic bastard, do you know that?" Sirius asked.
James nodded happily.
"That's so sweet," he said.
"James, I'm warning you..."
James leapt up and danced around the room.
"Sirius and Remus sittin' in a tree, S-N-O-G-I-N-G..."
"James, snogging has two Gs in the middle."
"It sounds better with one. As I was saying, first comes loooooove-" he stopped, batted his eyelashes, and made a kissy face at Sirius- "then comes marriage-"he bent down on one knee- "then comes a baby in a baby carriage! Course, you two'll have to adopt, I expect."
"James Potter!"
Sirius ran at James, who dodged behind a bed.
"Yes?" the bespectacled boy asked with a not so innocent look on his face.
"If you say ONE MORE WORD about it I will strangle you!"
"What is going on?" Remus asked, walking into the room with an amused smile appearing on his face as he saw Sirius mock glaring at James, who was starting to laugh.
"Sirius was just saying- mmph!" James' words were cut off as Sirius' hands were slapped over his mouth. He then removed one of his hands and took out his wand, and pointed it at James. Then he removed his other hand.
"Sirius?"
"Yes?"
"Don't murder me. Please."
"I couldn't do that! But can do this: QUIETUS."
James moved his mouth, but no sound came out. He glared at Sirius and flung himself onto his bed.
"Sirius, I hardly think that's necessary. SONORUS."
James nodded his thanks to Remus.
"As I was saying before I was so rudely cut off, Sirius is madly in love with SEVERUS SNAPE!"
"Oh, so I have competition?" Remus asked, remembering the Christmas vacation game of Truth or Dare.
Sirius nodded solemnly.
"Yes, you do. I fear, however that Sniv- sorry, SEVERUS does not return our love."
He wiped an imaginary tear away.
"Therefore, my dear Remus, we will have to suffer the hurt of rejection from the Slytherin."
"How tragic. What shall we do to survive the pain and anguish that this refusal has caused?"
"Maybe celebrate?" James cut in.
"James, you're ruining the moment."
"Sorry Sirius. I think I'll leave you two to be alone in your misery now." He winked at Sirius and walked out of the dormitory, whistling.
"So," Sirius said once he and Remus were alone together.
"So who do you like?"
"Snivvelus Snape, of course!"
"Seriously, who do you like?"
"It's Sirius Orion. Not Sirius Lee."
"Stop avoiding the subject."
"As you wish."
"I don't wish that. I wish you'd tell me who you like."
"Can't do that, mate. Sorry."
"Give me a hint?"
"I've given you enough already. However, if you really want one more....?"
"Yes, please."
Sirius stood up, walked over to Remus, and said, "Here's your hint. Last one I'm giving you. Honestly, you should be able to guess by now."
Then he leaned down, and gently pressed his lips to the other's. then he silently walked out of the dormitory. Remus was still sitting on the bed, looking wordlessly after him.
Then- "What?"
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You like? Sorry it took 2 days for to update. Also sorry about the lack of detention and love letter in this chapter. I mentioned a love letter, though, yepyep! (I'm giddy from writing that last bit)
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'Picture' was the first word that Sirius thought of when he woke up. He frantically jumped out of bed, and started rummaging around.
"What're you doing? 'S six in the morning!"
"Looking for something," Sirius replied to James' sleepy mumble. "Go back to sleep."
"Mmh."
Soon James' breathing slowed, and Sirius crept over to Remus' bed and peered over the edge. The werewolf was curled up on his side, watching Sirius, a lazy smile playing over his face.
"What ARE you doing, Padfoot?" he whispered.
Sirius blinked in surprise.
"Looking for something and being bored."
Remus sat up and stretched.
"Can I help look?" he asked.
"No! I mean, it's nothing important, I'll find it later. Why up so early?" Sirius quickly changed the subject of conversation.
"I always get up before the rest of you, Siri..us."
"What'd you call me?"
"Sirius."
But Sirius was sure that Remus had almost said something else. He shrugged and, figuring that he had been up for long enough, decided to get dressed.
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The next few weeks passed without any more games of Truth or Dare (or any variants thereof), and the picture had apparently been lost forever. It was soon February first, and Sirius realized with a growing sense of dread that Valentine's Day was fast approaching.
"Er, James? I need help."
James pretended to faint onto his bed.
"The great, all-knowing Sirius Black needs actual HELP? The world must be coming to an end!"
"Can't you be serious?"
"I can try. What do you need?"
"There's this person I like, and I'm almost sure they don't feel the same way. But I want to send something for Valentine's."
"Who?"
"Someone... I don't really want anyone to know who. Yet."
"Well," James asked, considering this information for a moment, "how much do you like them?"
"A lot. More than a lot. I don't know. I think I might love...." He trailed off, voice uncertain.
"All right. Send her a poem?"
Sirius almost visibly blanched at the word 'her.'
"Don't you mean hi- uh, I mean...yeah..."
James gave him an odd look.
"What?"
"Nothing. I think a poem would be good. Or maybe another letter," Sirius said.
"ANOTHER love letter? You mean you've sent one before?" James asked.
Sirius swore.
"That's a yes. How long ago?"
"Couple of months."
James' eyes suddenly widened.
"You like a GUY, don't you?"
Sirius stiffened.
"Wh-what makes you say that?" he asked, his voice nervous.
"You do!" James' voice was triumphant. "Waitwaitwait! You said at Christmas break that is was Gryffindor, and a 5th year. It's me, Wormtail, or Moony, right?"
Sirius sat sullenly on the bed.
"I just can't see you liking Peter. And you're my best friend and all, but you don't act weird or anything around me. So it must be Remus," James said, narrowing down the options.
"I like him as a friend."
"Do you maybe like him as MORE than a friend?"
"Damnit!"
James' face lit up.
"You are a sadistic bastard, do you know that?" Sirius asked.
James nodded happily.
"That's so sweet," he said.
"James, I'm warning you..."
James leapt up and danced around the room.
"Sirius and Remus sittin' in a tree, S-N-O-G-I-N-G..."
"James, snogging has two Gs in the middle."
"It sounds better with one. As I was saying, first comes loooooove-" he stopped, batted his eyelashes, and made a kissy face at Sirius- "then comes marriage-"he bent down on one knee- "then comes a baby in a baby carriage! Course, you two'll have to adopt, I expect."
"James Potter!"
Sirius ran at James, who dodged behind a bed.
"Yes?" the bespectacled boy asked with a not so innocent look on his face.
"If you say ONE MORE WORD about it I will strangle you!"
"What is going on?" Remus asked, walking into the room with an amused smile appearing on his face as he saw Sirius mock glaring at James, who was starting to laugh.
"Sirius was just saying- mmph!" James' words were cut off as Sirius' hands were slapped over his mouth. He then removed one of his hands and took out his wand, and pointed it at James. Then he removed his other hand.
"Sirius?"
"Yes?"
"Don't murder me. Please."
"I couldn't do that! But can do this: QUIETUS."
James moved his mouth, but no sound came out. He glared at Sirius and flung himself onto his bed.
"Sirius, I hardly think that's necessary. SONORUS."
James nodded his thanks to Remus.
"As I was saying before I was so rudely cut off, Sirius is madly in love with SEVERUS SNAPE!"
"Oh, so I have competition?" Remus asked, remembering the Christmas vacation game of Truth or Dare.
Sirius nodded solemnly.
"Yes, you do. I fear, however that Sniv- sorry, SEVERUS does not return our love."
He wiped an imaginary tear away.
"Therefore, my dear Remus, we will have to suffer the hurt of rejection from the Slytherin."
"How tragic. What shall we do to survive the pain and anguish that this refusal has caused?"
"Maybe celebrate?" James cut in.
"James, you're ruining the moment."
"Sorry Sirius. I think I'll leave you two to be alone in your misery now." He winked at Sirius and walked out of the dormitory, whistling.
"So," Sirius said once he and Remus were alone together.
"So who do you like?"
"Snivvelus Snape, of course!"
"Seriously, who do you like?"
"It's Sirius Orion. Not Sirius Lee."
"Stop avoiding the subject."
"As you wish."
"I don't wish that. I wish you'd tell me who you like."
"Can't do that, mate. Sorry."
"Give me a hint?"
"I've given you enough already. However, if you really want one more....?"
"Yes, please."
Sirius stood up, walked over to Remus, and said, "Here's your hint. Last one I'm giving you. Honestly, you should be able to guess by now."
Then he leaned down, and gently pressed his lips to the other's. then he silently walked out of the dormitory. Remus was still sitting on the bed, looking wordlessly after him.
Then- "What?"
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You like? Sorry it took 2 days for to update. Also sorry about the lack of detention and love letter in this chapter. I mentioned a love letter, though, yepyep! (I'm giddy from writing that last bit)