Title: Marauder's Summer Getaway
Present (OotP time) actually there won't be any in this chapter but for future and past reference I'm just gonna leave it.
Marauder's Summer Getaway
The soft, un-calloused pad of Remus' thumb traced small circles in the pale blue powder he held securely in his hand. Soft powder was beginning to stick in small clumps to his palm as the blue substance started to mingle with sweat. The dormant fireplace in the small living room of the Lupin's loomed before Remus, it was calling to him, tearing at his innards that were twisting every moment he stood still.
The week had gone agonizingly slow and now the day was finally here and Remus couldn't move to save his life. He was unsure of what would happen, a week out of school…no excuses to hide behind to get away from Sirius. He'd be stuck there without a way out. 'Well, the others, James and Peter, will be there too.' Remus reasoned as soft footsteps fell behind him.
"Rem what are you doin'? Go ahead, darling." Mrs. Lupin's voice broke into his solicitude. His head spun in her direction, she was standing in the doorway between the kitchen and the living room dressed in a witch's robe covered by a muggle-cooking apron. "I'll miss you." She paused attentively. "So will your father. You know, he really wishes he could see you off, but, well you know the Ministry, Rem." She smiled before crossing the room to her son. "My little boy is growing up." Mock sadness covered her expression as she continued to joke with her son, ruffling his hair in all different directions until Remus thought that it must closely resemble James'.
"Mom, you say that every year I go off to Hogwarts. This is a little different, it's only a week." Remus deadpanned. She ignored his impudent comment and gave him a quick hug before shoving him towards the fireplace.
"Go on, Ikle-Remmiekins." Remus stifled a visible shudder and took a step towards the fireplace attempting to flatten his hair in the process. "Incendio." Behind him his mother was placing her wand back into her pocket after it had expelled a jet of fire. The moth eaten suitcase he clutched dragged behind him as he turned around to wave a final goodbye to his mother. Remus let the powder in his hand fall into the fire, some sticking to the sweat. With a small crackle the flames burst into an emerald green that Remus found particularly enchanting. The flames licked at the souls of his shoes as he stepped into the fireplace. He took a deep breath before shouting his destination.
"The Potters." Everything began to swirl and before Remus knew it he landed clumsily on his arse with a quiet thud. His face and hands were covered in soot and his suitcase lay a few feet out of reach in the Potter's living room.
Sirius swerved in a graceful arch dodging a Bludger that went screaming past his left ear. "Is that all you got, Potter?" Sirius scoffed jokingly as he sent the Bludger back racing towards his friend.
"Sod off, you prat. I'm a Keeper, Black. You know that!" James screamed back in defense as he spun around attempting to hit the Bludger with the bristles of his broom…but all he succeeded in doing was breaking his broom beyond repair. He began to plummet to the ground at an astonishing speed as his broken broom fell out of his grasp. The ground was closely coming upon James as he crossed his arms waiting for his friend to react. Sirius, rolling his eyes, sighed in annoyance before diving after his friend. James felt his stomach threaten to jump up his throat just as his best friend grabbed his arm.
"Smart-arse." Sirius whispered as they landed. James ran to his fallen love (his broom darlings). Sirius followed him trying to suppress a devilish grin. "Nice move, Jam-"
"Darling, your friend Remus is here!" Mrs. Potter called from the back door of the Potter's large house. Sirius' arrogance vanished almost as quickly as James had blinked and even before the words had registered in his mind.
"Coming Mom!" He shouted back gathering up the remains of his broom. Sirius however didn't move a muscle nor bat an eyelash. He was stock-still.
'What…what should I do?' Sirius' mind began to reel as sudden scenarios flashed before his eyes. Some wonderful; Remus would run into his arms and strategically place butterfly kisses all over his face, while others were devastating; Remus wouldn't even look at him or he, Sirius Black, would some how fuck everything up by spilling his guts to Moony upon seeing him. Through the haze that had taken over Sirius' mind a sing song voice echoed somewhere in the background.
"Si-ri?" James stopped and turned around to find his friend still standing in the middle of the lush backyard. Sirius' eyes had glazed over with immense fear of some impending doom. James chewed on his lower lip for what seemed to him ages before speaking again. "Don't you wanna see Moony?" Potter asked choosing his words carefully. Sirius slowly parted his lips and let out a flat but anxious, "Yeah…"
"Hey, Moony!" James bellowed engulfing the smaller boy in an immense bear hug. Remus wheezed slightly as all the air in his lungs was suddenly expelled against its will from his mouth. Pulling back slightly James grinned down at Remus. The younger boy was looking around the room for the fourth member of the Marauders but the rat was no where to be seen.
"Where's Peter?"
"Wormtail is comin' later today around dinnertime, wanted to spend as much time as he could with his Mum…" Sirius who had, with arms folded over his chest and eyes downcast, been leaning with against the wooden doorframe between the living room and the porch snorted quietly to himself.
"Or her cooking." Remus and James suppressed laughs knowing Sirius' answer was probably the truest out of the two. James sighed knowing it was wrong to make fun of Peter decided to change he subject to something he knew Sirius would never maliciously make fun of, Remus and Remus activities.
"How's your summer been, Rem?"
"Not half as interesting as your all's I'm quite sure," Remus said glancing over James; shoulder at Sirius who had been uncharacteristically silent the entire time, save the comment about Peter, which was the only reason he had not run over to check Sirius forehead for any signs of fever. "Right, Padfoot?" James had moved to the side and was now watching Sirius' every move. Sirius' whole being had seemed to radiate a pure white glow upon hearing Remus address him so informally.
"Quite right, Mister Moony." Closing the distance between them Sirius enveloped Remus in his arms.
If anyone had seen the sight James was witnessing they would have known both sides harbored unspoken feelings for the opposite, but one cannot step outside of ones body to gain insight into another's thoughts. James watched the way Sirius cradled the shaggy sandy hair at the nape of Remus' neck and how Remus had slung both his arms around Sirius' neck as if to kiss…he'd hugged James with one arm around his neck and the other under his arm. You did not drink in the scent of the other boy's hair when hugging them as Remus was doing. When a boy held another boy they did not press the small of the others' back into their pelvis as Sirius was doing quiet apparently to Remus who seemed to only be too eager to oblige. A light blush began to dance over James' cheeks as he bit back a playful catcall and let an impatient cough pass through his lips to politely take its place.
The boys pulled away from each other but before an awkward moment could pass between them James shouted out that he and Sirius should show Remus his room. The three boys trudged up the several flights of stairs to the third floor of the Potter's house.
"Merlin, James! I had no idea your house was so big." Remus exclaimed stumbling over an uneven stair as he stared mesmerized by the flights of stairs that preceded the one he was standing on at the time.
"It's been in my Dad's family for years…I think he told me once my great grandfather built it or something." James said as he turned down a hall to the right at the top of the third flight of stairs. "You'll be staying in the guest bedroom with Sirius, my room is across the hall," he motioned to the large mahogany door that had his name embossed in swirling gold letters on it.
Sirius, who had offered to carry Remus' suite case for him, opened the door with his free hand and walked in first to place the bag on the second empty bed. The bed was covered in layers of dust that James must have forgotten about. The dust flew up into the air after Sirius threw the suite case on the bed and the trio began to cough sporadically.
"You expect me to sleep on that thing Prongs?" Remus asked in a quiet tone, as not to offend James, after all he was James' guest.
"Well…" James nervously scratched the back of his head biting his lower lip.
"Well unless you wanna sleep in my bed." Sirius said from behind Remus as he encircled his arms around the smaller boy's waist. His voice had been low and suggestive, which of course cause Remus' face to flush pink then deep red. James couldn't believe Sirius brazenness, he probably knew or at least thought Remus would take the comment as a joke.
"Sirius you should know I'm just not that kind of boy."
Lie.
AN: Grrr okee I've officially survived the first three weeks of high school! I like my classes but some of the teachers are uhh the only word I can think of is…mofo…Anyway here is the third installment in my lil fic.
Disclaimer: Hmm…I hate this part…I don't own a bloody thing.
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'
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Chapter Three: Summer Reunion
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AN: Thank you for reading, please don't forget to review so I know ya'll out there like it…I am once again truly pathetic…*sigh* Siri save me! Originally I hadn't planed to end this chapter there but I thought it was a cool place to end so hey! Plus the next chapter will be really coolies with 2 surprises…actually if you're a good reader you know what they are but Remus don't know either one.