Title: Marauder's Summer Getaway
Marauder's Summer Getaway
Prolog:
Through the thick haze that had taken over Remus' senses a giddy, feminine voice rang clear; dispersing the feverish fog he had been so content with losing himself in. "Awww, an Azkaban escapee and a werewolf caught in a snogging session on the kitchen counter top….now I've seen everything." Remus felt his blood congeal realizing how careless he had been letting Sirius and himself get a little too carried away. 'Like old times...' Remus thought, letting a small smile grace his slightly swollen lips 'James and his little remarks whenever he interrupted something he wasn't suppose to…'Pulling his hands, in his normal graceful manner, from Sirius black hair, Remus gently shoved the older man back allowing himself space to clamber off the marble counter top. Sirius' hands fell to his sides before stuffing them into the pockets of his robes. His fingers brushing away and twirling around the lint that lay in the cloth depths. After being so rudely interrupted by the young woman Remus attempted to regain his composure by straightening out his robes.
"Well as long as that is over and done with I thought that you two might want to know that Harry's up and will be coming downstairs shortly." Tonks said flatly. Seeing the lightly flushed werewolf obsess nervously over a crease in the hem of his sleeve that could not be flattened, her lips contoured into a sly grin before she spoke once more. "Wouldn't want him being scared for life seeing his godfather and old Defense Against the Dark Arts professor snogging, now would we?" Tonks took another large bite out of the perfectly toasted bread as Remus looked up to retort to her comment.
"What are you doing, Tonks? That's for Harry." A sheepish grin played with Tonks' lips as her eyes shifted from Remus' worried, flushed face down to the piece of toast she held in her hand. Obviously irritated by the interruption Sirius had retreated to leaning against the drawers on the opposite side of the kitchen, arms now folded and foot tapping the floor impatiently, watching the subtle battle between his love and his relative. He smiled amusedly when Tonks opened her mouth to no avail to defend herself.
"Well it-it was just sitting there! It's not like his name was on it or anything." She said with an immature air lacing her voice; she sounded like a child trying to defend her actions after been caught eating cookies before dinner. Remus simply gave an exasperated sigh, Sirius knew that Remus normally avoided confrontation when possible and normally played the diplomat when Sirius would get into rows with Mrs. Weasley. Summoning a plate Remus turned to the discarded toast and picked it up and placed it softly on the plate as it descended onto the counter. Tonks saw Lupin's action as a dismissal and abrupt end to the conversation. Remus coolly picked up his teacup, keeping his eyes focused on the deep liquid, he heard Tonks make her way to the door, still eating the crunchy toast. The door shut softly behind her as Sirius pushed off from the drawers.
"Well…" Sirius trailed off wrapping his arms around the shorter man's shoulders, crossing his arms around the other man's neck lightly. Remus held his cup with both hands as Sirius continued. "I guess we should continue…" He cocked his head to the side and pressed his lips against the warm exposed skin on the back of Remus' neck. When he pulled away his lips making the faintest smacking noise, "later…" His voice dropped the playful tone and became somber. "We should see Harry off before he goes in front of the Ministry for his trial." Remus laid his head back against Sirius' broad shoulder looking up at his old friend.
"Yes, yes we should…" Remus could see the faint lines of worry crease at the edges of Sirius' mouth. "Don't worry thought Siri…" He paused unsure if his words would have the desired affect. "He's sure to be found innocent…it was a life or death situation…" Remus released the handle of his teacup, holding from the bottom with his opposite hand. He brought his hand up to the side of Sirius' face he could not see and stroked the skin there lightly. Pressing his hand against the other man's skin he turned Sirius' head towards him. His lips parted, as did Sirius', they didn't move, merely breathing in as one, lips a hair's width apart.
"Remus have you made t-t-t-t…" Mrs. Weasley began to stammer upon finding the two men in the kitchen; she had more luck then Tonks at least. She quickly averted her gaze as Remus and Sirius jumped apart. "Sorry…I-I-I." She broke off.
"For the love of Merlin!" Sirius muttered under his breath as he finally left the kitchen, annoyed. Remus chewed on his bottom lip as Sirius left. He moved his cup to his lips, holding his elbow with his free hand.
"Yes Molly?" He asked, an annoyed undertone evident, not as harsh as Sirius' tone had been as he passed Mrs. Weasley. She looked over her shoulder, her cheeks were as red as her children's hair and her eyes were wide with worry.
"I'm very sorry, Remus. I just wanted to ask you if you had made Harry's toast…. I heard him walking around his room a moment ago." Remus picked up the plate that had been waiting on the counter top and handed it to Molly. "Thank you."
"Not a problem, Molly." Remus' voice regained its kind composure as he walked to the swinging door to enter the dining room, followed by Mrs. Weasley. Upon sitting down next to Sirius, Remus heard the quiet creeks of the floorboards that made up the last landing before quick, sloppy, clunking noises erupted as the feet made there way down the last flight of stairs. The cacophony drowned out Tonks' sleepy voice as she tried to tell Lupin about Scrimgeour.
"He's gonna put his foot through one of those stairs." Sirius muttered under his breath to Remus as Harry walked into the room. His hair was its untamable self and he was dressed in a simple T-shirt and jeans. Mrs. Weasley began her normal fretting away at Harry, fussing with his shirt, asking him what he wanted…
'If she was going to ask him what he wanted why did she have me make him toast?' Remus thought sulkily, but cheered up when Harry selected toast, he glanced at Harry approvingly. He turned to Tonks and asked her what she had been telling him about Scrimgeour. Tonks began to tell him about her distrust of Scrimgeour, but he began to loose focus after hearing all the vital information.
Sirius on the other hand was watching Harry, trying to read his movements to see what was going through the young boys head. He saw Harry nod and pause unsure of what to say next.
"Don't loose your temper. Be polite and stick to the facts." Sirius said sternly. His mood had changed immensely upon remembering his godson's hearing was that morning, oh yeah and being found snogging, or about to snog, Remus twice in the wide span of five minutes. Remus looked over at the man next him, being jogged out of his daze by Sirius' strangely stern voice.
"The law's on your side…" He spoke quietly as he remembered what he had told Sirius in the kitchen when he had tried to soothe his worries. "Even underage wizards are allowed to use magic in a life-threatening situation." The next moment it seemed Mrs. Weasley was telling Harry that it was time to go, wanting to be early and all.
"Good luck," Remus spoke up after Tonks. "I'm sure it will be fine." He smiled hopefully at Harry as Sirius spoke up.
"And if it's not," he sounded so cold, the hardened edge Sirius had been given by Azkaban. "I'll see to Amelia Bones for you…." He trailed off as Harry offered him a feeble smile. With that Mr. Weasley and Harry left for the Ministry of Magic.
A quarter of an hour later Sirius sat in the now doxie-free drawing room. He sat on a moth eaten couch staring out the window framed by the velvet curtains, his mind on his grandson and his hearing. Small puffs of dust erupted from the carpet as Lupin walked in, still holding his nearly empty cup of now cold tea. He sat down next to Black and crossed his legs before finishing off his tea. Remus placed the cup down on the small coffee table before the sofa and looked over at his friend.
"Sirius, if you think to hard your hair will turn gray…" Sirius looked at the other grinning man. Remus leaned closer. "Why do you think I have premature gray hairs?" He smiled poking fun at his own misfortune, knowing perfectly well why he had silver flecks covering his hair.
"Remus…." Sirius said melancholy. "You always were the "intellectual" marauder…"
"Big word Siri." Remus teased as Sirius grabbed Remus around the neck. Remus was glad he had the power to get Sirius' mind off the more troubling matters and enjoy the life that had been wrongfully robbed from him.
"Shut it, smart arse." Black growled playfully applying the slightest bit of pressure making Lupin writhe. Attempting to pry Sirius arms from his neck Remus opened his mouth to speak.
"Oy, Siri I can't brea-" Remus broke off. 'Oy, Siri let the boy breath…' He stopped struggling as the resurfaced memory hit him for the second time that day. Sirius felt Remus give up and go limp, He let younger man go, staring at him with a perplexed look.
"What?" He asked concerned. Remus smiled weakly as he leaned his head on Sirius' shoulder closing his eyes. Shifting his body around Sirius embraced the smaller man. "Hey Remmie…"
"Yes, Padfoot?"
"What were you thinking about when I came into the kitchen this morning…?" He asked, the memory had hit him also…how could he forget the 'Marauder's Summer Getaway'…especially after being caught like that with Remus twice that morning.
"The "Marauder's Summer Getaway"…." Lupin said quietly, unsure of how Sirius would react to hearing him say those words that had been sewn together by James Potter himself. Sirius smiled nostalgically before craning his neck down to place a gentle kiss upon Remus' cheek. His breath tickling Remus skin.
"I remember that, Remmie….."
AN: Hey everybody, I'm back! I got such a sweet surprise from ya'll on my first fic that I thought I should try more Sirius and Remus fiction. So I have come to the decision to make a chaptered story that takes place during the "Marauder's Summer Getaway." A pretty weak-ass plot cause I'll be mostly fluff and well more fluff. (darlings I'm sorry but I'll start with my trademark angst writing later(I'm in a fluffy mood now))
Disclaimer: I don't own sexy Siri or randy Remmie….bad bad bad alliteration….I am gonna use a few quotes from the book so don't sue me….I don't own any of the characters that appear in this fic they are all Ms. Rowling's to kill off as she pleases….*grumbles about always fallin' for couples were the "guy" (come on Remmie is so the girl…when he's not all feral and stuff *mmmmm feral Remmie*) dies*
Summary: Continuation of Morning Games: Sirius and Remus reminisce about the good old summer that James so aptly named "Marauder's Summer Getaway." RL/SB Multi-chaptered fluff.
Guide: 'Thoughts' though the first italics isn't a flashback just Tonks' voice in Remmie's head.
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AN: Thank you all for reading…I hope this was as enjoyable as my first attempt, which would be Morning Games, was for those who read it…I suggest reading that first…Please review so I know I should continue. I'm sorry for any grammar or spelling problmes...*blushes*
Thank you!!! R&R