Chapter 3
"J-James?" Remus croaked. "Is it really you?"
James Potter's forehead wrinkled in confusion. "Who the hell else would it be, you tosser? Anyway..." James leapt upon Remus's bed, apple in hand. "Get out of bed, you lazy lump of werewolf!"
Sirius shoved James, who dropped the apple, off of the bed playfully. "Now, now, Mr. Potter, Mr. Pettigrew, go to class, Mr. Lupin will be down in a moment." He winked at Remus, ushering James and Peter out of the door rapidly. As soon as the other boys were out of the room and Sirius had locked the door behind him, he turned back to Remus.
"Hello, Mr. Lupin." He leaned his forearms on the foot of the bed, preparing to ascend the bed. "Are you planning on attending class today?"
Remus visibly gulped. "Ye-yeah, I think so." He murmured, closing his eyes and wishing he could just kiss him. In a moment of braveness, Remus thought, now was the chance. They were alone. Remus heard Sirius chattering to him, but he discerned none of it. All he heard was his brain telling him to act and NOW. Remus interrupted the other boy. "Hey, Sirius-"
Sirius's eyebrows drew together in a frown, saying "Remus, are you alright? You're all... clammy," just as Remus said, "I want to kiss you."
Sirius blinked. "What?"
Remus stared, horrified. He thought, Sirius doesn't feel the same way. He was terrified. "Uh, nothing. Forget I mentioned anything."
Sirius leaned forward. "No, what did you say? I didn't hear a word."
Remus shook his head. "Nothing, it was nothing. Nothing important."
Sirius shrugged. "I'm sure it was something important, because your eyes got all serious and I could see the copper streaks in your eyes that come out when you're emotional about something. But if you don't want to tell me..." He snatched the abandoned apple. "Here. Eat this, you're too late for breakfast, Transfiguration already started." He grabbed Remus's hand and yanked him from the bed.
Remus yelped. "I'm not dressed, Sirius!"
Sirius stamped his foot. "Then hurry up, or we'll get a week's detention!" Remus loved his furrowed brow when he was impatient.
Remus hurriedly dressed, Sirius looking on. When Remus had finished, Sirius grabbed his hand yet again and pulled him along, running down the corridors and making a mad dash to Professor McGonagall's class. He shoved Remus in through the door first, and followed behind him.
Remus froze in front of the eyes of dozens of students and the glare of Professor McGonagall. "You're ten minutes late, Mr. Lupin, Mr. Black. Detention tomorrow night." The two seated themselves in the back of the room in the only two vacant seats. James and Peter were further up towards the front; Once McGonagall had returned to lecturing the class on switching spells, James turned around and mouthed at the two, "Detention!" and shook his head in a disappointed manner. Sirius turned to Remus and grinned. "We lucked out, huh, Moony? Old McGonagall only gave us one night's detention."
"No night's detention is better than one, though." Remus muttered.
"Oh, no, no, no, Moony, how wrong you are!" Sirius whispered. "Detention is very amusing, and very fun!" Sirius's blue eyes glittered with wildness behind them.
Remus stared into those seas of blue, too far gone. "I'm sure you're right, Padfoot," Remus smiled sadly. Fun was what got you killed, Remus thought bitterly.
"J-James?" Remus croaked. "Is it really you?"
James Potter's forehead wrinkled in confusion. "Who the hell else would it be, you tosser? Anyway..." James leapt upon Remus's bed, apple in hand. "Get out of bed, you lazy lump of werewolf!"
Sirius shoved James, who dropped the apple, off of the bed playfully. "Now, now, Mr. Potter, Mr. Pettigrew, go to class, Mr. Lupin will be down in a moment." He winked at Remus, ushering James and Peter out of the door rapidly. As soon as the other boys were out of the room and Sirius had locked the door behind him, he turned back to Remus.
"Hello, Mr. Lupin." He leaned his forearms on the foot of the bed, preparing to ascend the bed. "Are you planning on attending class today?"
Remus visibly gulped. "Ye-yeah, I think so." He murmured, closing his eyes and wishing he could just kiss him. In a moment of braveness, Remus thought, now was the chance. They were alone. Remus heard Sirius chattering to him, but he discerned none of it. All he heard was his brain telling him to act and NOW. Remus interrupted the other boy. "Hey, Sirius-"
Sirius's eyebrows drew together in a frown, saying "Remus, are you alright? You're all... clammy," just as Remus said, "I want to kiss you."
Sirius blinked. "What?"
Remus stared, horrified. He thought, Sirius doesn't feel the same way. He was terrified. "Uh, nothing. Forget I mentioned anything."
Sirius leaned forward. "No, what did you say? I didn't hear a word."
Remus shook his head. "Nothing, it was nothing. Nothing important."
Sirius shrugged. "I'm sure it was something important, because your eyes got all serious and I could see the copper streaks in your eyes that come out when you're emotional about something. But if you don't want to tell me..." He snatched the abandoned apple. "Here. Eat this, you're too late for breakfast, Transfiguration already started." He grabbed Remus's hand and yanked him from the bed.
Remus yelped. "I'm not dressed, Sirius!"
Sirius stamped his foot. "Then hurry up, or we'll get a week's detention!" Remus loved his furrowed brow when he was impatient.
Remus hurriedly dressed, Sirius looking on. When Remus had finished, Sirius grabbed his hand yet again and pulled him along, running down the corridors and making a mad dash to Professor McGonagall's class. He shoved Remus in through the door first, and followed behind him.
Remus froze in front of the eyes of dozens of students and the glare of Professor McGonagall. "You're ten minutes late, Mr. Lupin, Mr. Black. Detention tomorrow night." The two seated themselves in the back of the room in the only two vacant seats. James and Peter were further up towards the front; Once McGonagall had returned to lecturing the class on switching spells, James turned around and mouthed at the two, "Detention!" and shook his head in a disappointed manner. Sirius turned to Remus and grinned. "We lucked out, huh, Moony? Old McGonagall only gave us one night's detention."
"No night's detention is better than one, though." Remus muttered.
"Oh, no, no, no, Moony, how wrong you are!" Sirius whispered. "Detention is very amusing, and very fun!" Sirius's blue eyes glittered with wildness behind them.
Remus stared into those seas of blue, too far gone. "I'm sure you're right, Padfoot," Remus smiled sadly. Fun was what got you killed, Remus thought bitterly.