Hey guys! I'm back again and with Chapter 5! OOOOO! *wonder*
*amazement*Anywho, here it is:
~disclaimer~:uh huh... You all now the drill, don't own it, never have, never will, all that jazz!
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Chapter Five
~Sirius' Journal (Narrative) October 4~
The next day, Remus didn't attend any classes, which definently caught James' attention. In Potions, he whispered to Sirius,
"Padfoot, whats wrong with Moony?"
Sirius didn't look him in the eyes. "Said something about a stomach ache." He was lying, of course. He hadn't spoke to Remus since Saturday, and prefered not to think about it (the thought of it nearly made him cry with embarassment). He reached for a vial of powdered skink scales.
James rolled his eyes. "Okay, we have been friends since our first year Sirius. I know you like the back of my hand. So don't try to lie to me." He moved the vial out of Sirius' reach. "Tell me the truth."
"I don't know, Prongs. I haven't spoken to or seen Moony since Saturday." Sirius reached for the skink scales. "Now give those to me!"
James held the vial away from him. "What were you guys talking about on Saturday? He seemed relly upset, and so do you!"
"If you know me like the back of your hand, then you should be able to tell me!" Sirius snapped. "Accio Vial!" The vial soared out of James' grasp, and Sirius added it angrily into his potion.
James looked seriously taken aback. "Sorry Padfoot. I didn't realize that it was your time of the month."
Snorting, Sirius focused on his potion. -Who does James think I am? Remus' keeper? Why doesn't he just worry about his precious Lily, seeing as that was all he really cared about. As soon as those thoughts ran through Sirius' head, he regretted them. Then he thought about how nosy James was and was angry again. -What is wrong with me?
The two finished thier potions in silence, completely ignoring each other. After class was dismissed, James hurried of to find Lily, leaving Sirius stuck with Peter, who was going on and on about how he knew he had botched up the potion.
"-and instead of adding three TEASPOONS of Stinksap, I added three tablespoons, and then I-"
"Wormtail, why don't you meet me in the library? I, er, left something in the Potions classroom," Sirus said, running towards the class.
When he reached the thrid floor corridor, he slowed to a walk, and mused on what was happeining with Remus, which resulted in him not watching where he was going, and that resulted in him running into somebody and falling flat on his backside.
"What the-? Oh! I'm so sorry," he exclaimed, jumping to his feet. "Here, lemme help you." He reached to help the boy up, and realized who it was. "Oh, Moony! we missed you in class today."
Remus, who was picking up his fallen books replied nonchalantly, "Hello Padfoot. Sorry, Professor McGonagall needed to talk to me."
"Sounds like fun..." -What are we doing?, Sirius thought. -Shooting the breeze like nothings wrong?"
"Listen, I need to talk to you-" both boys said at the same time.
Sirius grinned sheepishly. "You go first."
Remus sighed and looked at Sirius. "Sorry I ran on Saturday. Y-you kinda took me by surprise, you know?" He half laughed. "That was the first time I had been...well...you know..."
"Ah, well..." Sirius said, scratching his back, and looking slightly embarassed. "Same for me...the kissing part I mean...And I'm sorry about that. It was spur of the moment, y'know?"
"So there's no feelings?" Remus asked, watching Sirius carefully.
"Er...no, not really..." Sirius lied awkwardly, afraid to admit his feelings.
"Oh...good...that takes a load off my shoulders..." Remus smiled, but Sirius could have sworn he detected a tiny bit of disappointment in Remus' voice. He opened his mouth and was about to tell Remus the truth when James ran up and started telling them about Quidditch pratice, unaware of the turmoil going on between his best friends.
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~October 8
{Remus was in class today. It's so wierd, both of us are acting like theres nothing wrong at all, though I can sense the sadness eminating from him...Did I do the right thing, lying to him?}
Sirius sat in a poufy armchair in the common room, chewing on the tip of his quill, staring blankly at the page in front of him. The common room was unusually quiet for a Saturday. Most of the students were at Hogsmeade, spending thier pocket money, but since he was saving his for his new flat, he decided against wasting it on Dungbombs and Stinkpellets and other goodies like that. So instead he was writing poetry, which was odd for him.
"A penny for your thoughts," someone said softly. Sirius looked up to find Remus smiling over his shoulder.
"Just writing..."
Remus' eyes brightened up. "Can I read it?"
Sirius hesitiated, but looking at the excitment in Remus' eyes, relented. His scratchy handwriting covered the page.
"Watching you everyday,
Being so close
Yet so far away
Tears me up inside
Hearing your soft and flowing voice
Nearly makes me lose my mind
Never to touch you,
Only to watch you
Breaks my heart in so many ways.
Never to touch you,
Never to hold you
My only wish is that I may
Be with you forever
Always together,
Never hear never
Escape from your lips.
To feel your skin against me,
To have yor arms caress me
To have you always miss me
Whenever I depart for one moment.
But never shall my dream become
For you I am not the one.
I love what was never there
And I alone this dream will share
Never to hold you
Never to have you
Never to be the one you love.
Never to touch you
Never to kiss you
For I am not the one."
Remus' eyes grew wider and wider as he read the poem. When he finished reading, he looked at Sirius, who was playing nervously with a loose bit of fbric on the armchair(A/N: It's very nerve-racking having ones peers read ones poetry, I know! -.-") Remus' large honey eyes were filled with emotion, but Sirius couldn't place it.
"Wow, Padfoot. What girl is this about?"
"Its about yo- I mean, Yovanna.Thats it, Yovanna...I met her over the summer." Sirius lied (again). He avoided Remus' gaze.
"Really?" Remus smiled, eyebrows raised. "Tell me about her, she must be beautiful to have inspired you to write like that."
"Well, her eyes are the color of honey, and match perfectly to her sandy brown hair. So many shades of color make up her hair, when you stare at it, its like staring into waves of amber." Sirius said, reminiscing, quite forgetting himself. "And the smile! When you are a recipient of his smile, its enough to melt even the coldest heart, thats how warm it is. Oh, and his lips...I've never felt lips like his...they are so warm and inviting...and when they touch your own..."
Suddenly Sirius realized where he was and who he was talking to. So of couse, he improvised. "And her breasts-"
"You said 'his', Padfoot." Remus whispered.
"Er...no I didn't?"
Remus laughed. "You can lie so well to teachers, but you are horrible when it comes to lying to me! Who was the poem really about?"
Sirius looked embarassed. "Do I really have to say it?"
Remus nodded. "Yep." He wanted to hear it with his own ears, to make sure it was really true.
Sirius closed his eyes, and whispered. "You."
Remus blinked. "What?"
"It's about you, Moony." Sirius said, a pained expression on his face. He could feel his cheeks growing hot, so he turnd away from Remus, and started to write some more. Remus, who had sat in a stunned silence (Why did it shock him so much? He had an idea Sirius liked him...), couldn't believe what he was hearing. He reached down and pulled Sirius' face towards him, his fingers stroking the three tiny scars underneath Sirius' eye. then he kissed him, softly, gently, a little nervous. Sirius blinked, and pulled Remus down on top of him. Remus turned his face away.
"Sorry, Padfoot," he said, getting up off of Sirius' lap. "I can't...not here...how can this be..." He walked off, muttering under his breath, leaving Sirius alone in the common room.
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Wow, wasn't that great? really? Well tell me about in it your reviews! Oh, BTW, that poem up there is 100% original, written by yours truly at 9:23 PM last night. Good stuff huh? =^_^=
~disclaimer~:uh huh... You all now the drill, don't own it, never have, never will, all that jazz!
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Chapter Five
~Sirius' Journal (Narrative) October 4~
The next day, Remus didn't attend any classes, which definently caught James' attention. In Potions, he whispered to Sirius,
"Padfoot, whats wrong with Moony?"
Sirius didn't look him in the eyes. "Said something about a stomach ache." He was lying, of course. He hadn't spoke to Remus since Saturday, and prefered not to think about it (the thought of it nearly made him cry with embarassment). He reached for a vial of powdered skink scales.
James rolled his eyes. "Okay, we have been friends since our first year Sirius. I know you like the back of my hand. So don't try to lie to me." He moved the vial out of Sirius' reach. "Tell me the truth."
"I don't know, Prongs. I haven't spoken to or seen Moony since Saturday." Sirius reached for the skink scales. "Now give those to me!"
James held the vial away from him. "What were you guys talking about on Saturday? He seemed relly upset, and so do you!"
"If you know me like the back of your hand, then you should be able to tell me!" Sirius snapped. "Accio Vial!" The vial soared out of James' grasp, and Sirius added it angrily into his potion.
James looked seriously taken aback. "Sorry Padfoot. I didn't realize that it was your time of the month."
Snorting, Sirius focused on his potion. -Who does James think I am? Remus' keeper? Why doesn't he just worry about his precious Lily, seeing as that was all he really cared about. As soon as those thoughts ran through Sirius' head, he regretted them. Then he thought about how nosy James was and was angry again. -What is wrong with me?
The two finished thier potions in silence, completely ignoring each other. After class was dismissed, James hurried of to find Lily, leaving Sirius stuck with Peter, who was going on and on about how he knew he had botched up the potion.
"-and instead of adding three TEASPOONS of Stinksap, I added three tablespoons, and then I-"
"Wormtail, why don't you meet me in the library? I, er, left something in the Potions classroom," Sirus said, running towards the class.
When he reached the thrid floor corridor, he slowed to a walk, and mused on what was happeining with Remus, which resulted in him not watching where he was going, and that resulted in him running into somebody and falling flat on his backside.
"What the-? Oh! I'm so sorry," he exclaimed, jumping to his feet. "Here, lemme help you." He reached to help the boy up, and realized who it was. "Oh, Moony! we missed you in class today."
Remus, who was picking up his fallen books replied nonchalantly, "Hello Padfoot. Sorry, Professor McGonagall needed to talk to me."
"Sounds like fun..." -What are we doing?, Sirius thought. -Shooting the breeze like nothings wrong?"
"Listen, I need to talk to you-" both boys said at the same time.
Sirius grinned sheepishly. "You go first."
Remus sighed and looked at Sirius. "Sorry I ran on Saturday. Y-you kinda took me by surprise, you know?" He half laughed. "That was the first time I had been...well...you know..."
"Ah, well..." Sirius said, scratching his back, and looking slightly embarassed. "Same for me...the kissing part I mean...And I'm sorry about that. It was spur of the moment, y'know?"
"So there's no feelings?" Remus asked, watching Sirius carefully.
"Er...no, not really..." Sirius lied awkwardly, afraid to admit his feelings.
"Oh...good...that takes a load off my shoulders..." Remus smiled, but Sirius could have sworn he detected a tiny bit of disappointment in Remus' voice. He opened his mouth and was about to tell Remus the truth when James ran up and started telling them about Quidditch pratice, unaware of the turmoil going on between his best friends.
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~October 8
{Remus was in class today. It's so wierd, both of us are acting like theres nothing wrong at all, though I can sense the sadness eminating from him...Did I do the right thing, lying to him?}
Sirius sat in a poufy armchair in the common room, chewing on the tip of his quill, staring blankly at the page in front of him. The common room was unusually quiet for a Saturday. Most of the students were at Hogsmeade, spending thier pocket money, but since he was saving his for his new flat, he decided against wasting it on Dungbombs and Stinkpellets and other goodies like that. So instead he was writing poetry, which was odd for him.
"A penny for your thoughts," someone said softly. Sirius looked up to find Remus smiling over his shoulder.
"Just writing..."
Remus' eyes brightened up. "Can I read it?"
Sirius hesitiated, but looking at the excitment in Remus' eyes, relented. His scratchy handwriting covered the page.
"Watching you everyday,
Being so close
Yet so far away
Tears me up inside
Hearing your soft and flowing voice
Nearly makes me lose my mind
Never to touch you,
Only to watch you
Breaks my heart in so many ways.
Never to touch you,
Never to hold you
My only wish is that I may
Be with you forever
Always together,
Never hear never
Escape from your lips.
To feel your skin against me,
To have yor arms caress me
To have you always miss me
Whenever I depart for one moment.
But never shall my dream become
For you I am not the one.
I love what was never there
And I alone this dream will share
Never to hold you
Never to have you
Never to be the one you love.
Never to touch you
Never to kiss you
For I am not the one."
Remus' eyes grew wider and wider as he read the poem. When he finished reading, he looked at Sirius, who was playing nervously with a loose bit of fbric on the armchair(A/N: It's very nerve-racking having ones peers read ones poetry, I know! -.-") Remus' large honey eyes were filled with emotion, but Sirius couldn't place it.
"Wow, Padfoot. What girl is this about?"
"Its about yo- I mean, Yovanna.Thats it, Yovanna...I met her over the summer." Sirius lied (again). He avoided Remus' gaze.
"Really?" Remus smiled, eyebrows raised. "Tell me about her, she must be beautiful to have inspired you to write like that."
"Well, her eyes are the color of honey, and match perfectly to her sandy brown hair. So many shades of color make up her hair, when you stare at it, its like staring into waves of amber." Sirius said, reminiscing, quite forgetting himself. "And the smile! When you are a recipient of his smile, its enough to melt even the coldest heart, thats how warm it is. Oh, and his lips...I've never felt lips like his...they are so warm and inviting...and when they touch your own..."
Suddenly Sirius realized where he was and who he was talking to. So of couse, he improvised. "And her breasts-"
"You said 'his', Padfoot." Remus whispered.
"Er...no I didn't?"
Remus laughed. "You can lie so well to teachers, but you are horrible when it comes to lying to me! Who was the poem really about?"
Sirius looked embarassed. "Do I really have to say it?"
Remus nodded. "Yep." He wanted to hear it with his own ears, to make sure it was really true.
Sirius closed his eyes, and whispered. "You."
Remus blinked. "What?"
"It's about you, Moony." Sirius said, a pained expression on his face. He could feel his cheeks growing hot, so he turnd away from Remus, and started to write some more. Remus, who had sat in a stunned silence (Why did it shock him so much? He had an idea Sirius liked him...), couldn't believe what he was hearing. He reached down and pulled Sirius' face towards him, his fingers stroking the three tiny scars underneath Sirius' eye. then he kissed him, softly, gently, a little nervous. Sirius blinked, and pulled Remus down on top of him. Remus turned his face away.
"Sorry, Padfoot," he said, getting up off of Sirius' lap. "I can't...not here...how can this be..." He walked off, muttering under his breath, leaving Sirius alone in the common room.
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Wow, wasn't that great? really? Well tell me about in it your reviews! Oh, BTW, that poem up there is 100% original, written by yours truly at 9:23 PM last night. Good stuff huh? =^_^=