A/N:
Here it is. The End. After a small (actually very LARGE) spider run-in last night, I once again deemed this room safe. I just hope my cat killed it, but won't rest safe until I see its body. (Are spiders allowed to be four inches round in Georgia?) Anyway, after I have somewhat recovered from what I call my Ron Weasley complex, I decided I should go ahead and finish the fic. Just because my old friend Autumn thought it would be fun for two nine year olds to watch Arachnophobia doesn't mean I should let my fear of some strange Amazon spider coming into my home and killing everyone slow my writing. This is how dedicated I am to you. Enjoy the LAST CHAPTER!
Cheers,
H.D.D.
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The afternoon dwindled away, and now three-fourths of the Marauders were sitting in the Great Hall eating dinner. Actually, one was eating, Peter was staring at his plate nervously, and Sirius was pushing the food around his plate. He sighed, looking up every now and then to see if Remus had appeared.
"Eat Sirius," commanded James from his left.
Sirius shook his head and leaned back, dropping his fork. "I can't."
"He's not coming to dinner."
"I know, but he'll be at class," Sirius mumbled, frowning at the thought.
Peter looked up. "Who are you guys talking about?"
"Sirius, what are you going to do?"
"I'm not going to go," he said.
"Just going to run away from all your problems then?"
Peter had a sour look on his face. "Well, if you aren't going to tell me, I'm going up to the common room."
"You make it sound as if I robbed Gringotts, James."
"Think how much that would hurt Remus."
Sirius avoided a stern look from James. "It's easier this way. It gives me some time to think."
James slowly nodded. "Okay. I'll cover for you."
"Thanks," he said, looking around and discovering Peter missing. "Where'd Pete go?"
James shrugged. "I don't know, but I better get going to class. She's making us come early to review our charts, remember?"
"Right. I think I'll go hide out in the kitchens. That way I'll avoid Remus and get all the desert I want."
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Remus stretched, looking around the empty dorm room. He had given Peter a flimsy excuse about being sick to tell the others. By now, they'd be in class, and it was safe to head to the kitchens. He grinned at the prospect of chocolate cake and an awkward-free conversation with the elves.
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"Hey Pete! Where'd you go at dinner?" James asked, taking a seat next to his friend.
"Up to the common room. You guys didn't seem to know I existed."
James frowned. "Sorry. Sirius was just-"
"Spare me the details James. It's okay, really," Peter snapped.
"Right..." He looked around the room. "Where's Remus?"
"Oh, found him in the dorm. He told me he wasn't feeling well. Said he'd go down to the kitchens later to get some food."
James grinned. "The kitchens?"
"Yeah."
"Perfect."
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Sirius stood in the kitchens surrounded by house-elves. After putting in an order for cheese and tomato sandwich and some cobbler, he took a seat in the corner, wondering what Remus was thinking right now. He mentally winced, hoping Remus wouldn't be too upset. He just needed some time to think. A house-elf popped up in front of him, holding out a tray. He picked up his sandwich, taking a big bite as someone stepped into the kitchens.
"Remus!" Sirius shouted, choking on his mouthful.
"Sirius... What are you doing here?"
"W-what am I doing here? What are you doing here?"
"Getting something to eat," Remus said.
"Me too."
"What can we get you, sir?" asked the cheerful elf who'd brought Sirius his sandwich.
"Actually, I'm not so sure I'll be having anything, but thank you," Remus replied kindly.
"No. There's no reason the two of us can't eat here," Sirius said, signaling to a nearby chair.
Remus smiled. "Alright, then. I'll have a piece of chocolate cake," he said, taking a seat in the chair.
"So..." Sirius said.
"Yeah?"
"This is awkward, isn't it?"
Remus nodded. "Very."
"We both skipped Astronomy to avoid this, didn't we?"
"Yes, I think so."
Sirius set his sandwich down as an elf brought Remus his cake. "Some service, huh?"
"Yeah... Sirius?"
"What?"
"Let's talk," Remus said, pushing his cake aside.
Sirius groaned. "Right now?"
"Are you upset?"
"No."
Remus gave a small smile. "Good."
"You thought I'd end our friendship over something as small as a kiss?" Sirius asked.
"Well, yes. I did. ...I mean, you don't, er, swing that way right? So I wouldn't call a kiss like that so... small."
Sirius coughed. "Actually, I do."
"You do what?"
Sirius took another bite of his sandwich, answering through a mouthful. "Ring hart fey."
Remus' eyes widened. "...No..."
He nodded, swallowing. "I do."
"Does James know?"
"Yes. Has a black eye to prove it."
Remus picked up a fork and took a bite of his chocolate cake. "This is odd. I'm gay. You're gay. And I kissed you-"
"Which made me realize I did swing that way."
"And you told James..."
Sirius nodded. "And now I wish I was kissing you instead of making lips with this sandwich."
Remus began to choke on his cake, while Sirius grinned. "What did you say?"
"Kiss me," Sirius said, leaning in close.
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Astronomy was over and now the Marauders minus two were heading back to Gryffindor tower.
"Where are you going, Peter? The tower is this way," James said, stopping as Peter took a wrong turn.
"I know, but I haven't eaten since lunch. I'm starving."
"Alright, then. See you back in the common room."
Peter waved, and headed towards the portrait of fruit. He tickled the pear and stepped in the the kitchen, unfortunately, stepping in upon two of his best mates kissing. There was a loud thud and Sirius and Remus looked over to find Peter out cold on the kitchen floor. They grinned and pulled apart.
"Guess I was wrong, Remus."
"About what?" Remus asked, taking another bite of cake.
"You do have feelings. You have all of them."
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Ah. The End. Hope you enjoyed my first slash fic (well, my first one opened to the public). Please review and boost my self-esteem as a writer or shoot it down. Either way, review please.
Here it is. The End. After a small (actually very LARGE) spider run-in last night, I once again deemed this room safe. I just hope my cat killed it, but won't rest safe until I see its body. (Are spiders allowed to be four inches round in Georgia?) Anyway, after I have somewhat recovered from what I call my Ron Weasley complex, I decided I should go ahead and finish the fic. Just because my old friend Autumn thought it would be fun for two nine year olds to watch Arachnophobia doesn't mean I should let my fear of some strange Amazon spider coming into my home and killing everyone slow my writing. This is how dedicated I am to you. Enjoy the LAST CHAPTER!
Cheers,
H.D.D.
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The afternoon dwindled away, and now three-fourths of the Marauders were sitting in the Great Hall eating dinner. Actually, one was eating, Peter was staring at his plate nervously, and Sirius was pushing the food around his plate. He sighed, looking up every now and then to see if Remus had appeared.
"Eat Sirius," commanded James from his left.
Sirius shook his head and leaned back, dropping his fork. "I can't."
"He's not coming to dinner."
"I know, but he'll be at class," Sirius mumbled, frowning at the thought.
Peter looked up. "Who are you guys talking about?"
"Sirius, what are you going to do?"
"I'm not going to go," he said.
"Just going to run away from all your problems then?"
Peter had a sour look on his face. "Well, if you aren't going to tell me, I'm going up to the common room."
"You make it sound as if I robbed Gringotts, James."
"Think how much that would hurt Remus."
Sirius avoided a stern look from James. "It's easier this way. It gives me some time to think."
James slowly nodded. "Okay. I'll cover for you."
"Thanks," he said, looking around and discovering Peter missing. "Where'd Pete go?"
James shrugged. "I don't know, but I better get going to class. She's making us come early to review our charts, remember?"
"Right. I think I'll go hide out in the kitchens. That way I'll avoid Remus and get all the desert I want."
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Remus stretched, looking around the empty dorm room. He had given Peter a flimsy excuse about being sick to tell the others. By now, they'd be in class, and it was safe to head to the kitchens. He grinned at the prospect of chocolate cake and an awkward-free conversation with the elves.
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"Hey Pete! Where'd you go at dinner?" James asked, taking a seat next to his friend.
"Up to the common room. You guys didn't seem to know I existed."
James frowned. "Sorry. Sirius was just-"
"Spare me the details James. It's okay, really," Peter snapped.
"Right..." He looked around the room. "Where's Remus?"
"Oh, found him in the dorm. He told me he wasn't feeling well. Said he'd go down to the kitchens later to get some food."
James grinned. "The kitchens?"
"Yeah."
"Perfect."
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Sirius stood in the kitchens surrounded by house-elves. After putting in an order for cheese and tomato sandwich and some cobbler, he took a seat in the corner, wondering what Remus was thinking right now. He mentally winced, hoping Remus wouldn't be too upset. He just needed some time to think. A house-elf popped up in front of him, holding out a tray. He picked up his sandwich, taking a big bite as someone stepped into the kitchens.
"Remus!" Sirius shouted, choking on his mouthful.
"Sirius... What are you doing here?"
"W-what am I doing here? What are you doing here?"
"Getting something to eat," Remus said.
"Me too."
"What can we get you, sir?" asked the cheerful elf who'd brought Sirius his sandwich.
"Actually, I'm not so sure I'll be having anything, but thank you," Remus replied kindly.
"No. There's no reason the two of us can't eat here," Sirius said, signaling to a nearby chair.
Remus smiled. "Alright, then. I'll have a piece of chocolate cake," he said, taking a seat in the chair.
"So..." Sirius said.
"Yeah?"
"This is awkward, isn't it?"
Remus nodded. "Very."
"We both skipped Astronomy to avoid this, didn't we?"
"Yes, I think so."
Sirius set his sandwich down as an elf brought Remus his cake. "Some service, huh?"
"Yeah... Sirius?"
"What?"
"Let's talk," Remus said, pushing his cake aside.
Sirius groaned. "Right now?"
"Are you upset?"
"No."
Remus gave a small smile. "Good."
"You thought I'd end our friendship over something as small as a kiss?" Sirius asked.
"Well, yes. I did. ...I mean, you don't, er, swing that way right? So I wouldn't call a kiss like that so... small."
Sirius coughed. "Actually, I do."
"You do what?"
Sirius took another bite of his sandwich, answering through a mouthful. "Ring hart fey."
Remus' eyes widened. "...No..."
He nodded, swallowing. "I do."
"Does James know?"
"Yes. Has a black eye to prove it."
Remus picked up a fork and took a bite of his chocolate cake. "This is odd. I'm gay. You're gay. And I kissed you-"
"Which made me realize I did swing that way."
"And you told James..."
Sirius nodded. "And now I wish I was kissing you instead of making lips with this sandwich."
Remus began to choke on his cake, while Sirius grinned. "What did you say?"
"Kiss me," Sirius said, leaning in close.
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Astronomy was over and now the Marauders minus two were heading back to Gryffindor tower.
"Where are you going, Peter? The tower is this way," James said, stopping as Peter took a wrong turn.
"I know, but I haven't eaten since lunch. I'm starving."
"Alright, then. See you back in the common room."
Peter waved, and headed towards the portrait of fruit. He tickled the pear and stepped in the the kitchen, unfortunately, stepping in upon two of his best mates kissing. There was a loud thud and Sirius and Remus looked over to find Peter out cold on the kitchen floor. They grinned and pulled apart.
"Guess I was wrong, Remus."
"About what?" Remus asked, taking another bite of cake.
"You do have feelings. You have all of them."
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Ah. The End. Hope you enjoyed my first slash fic (well, my first one opened to the public). Please review and boost my self-esteem as a writer or shoot it down. Either way, review please.