An Unlikely Story

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Sirius lounged in the Three Broomsticks, on a lazy afternoon, or once alone. James was off playing Quidditch, Remus was recovering from the previous nights romping through the school, (There was this thing with a mirror and a backfired spell) and Peter…well, he was probably following James around, like usual.

Sirius tipped his chair backwards, balancing on the legs. He blearily stared at a half empty bottle of Butterbeer, wondering why the damming liquid was starting to look amber. A beautiful, smooth honey amber that the young wizard wanted to drown in.

"Moony." Sirius murmured.  "My dear, dear Moony." They were other ways that he had wanted to spill out his heart to the young werewolf. The one that he had blurted…not among the best.

What he wanted to say:

Sirius: Moony, you're everything and anything that is good and great in the world, and I don't care that you're a werewolf. … I want you.

What he really said:

Sirius: Hey Moony.

Remus: Hi.

Sirius: How's it going?

Remus: Good.

Sirius: That's good. … Okay. Now don't freak out, but I kind of… well…like you.

Remus: *silence*

Sirius: I mean…like like you.

Remus: *silence*

Sirius: Okay?

Remus: Okay…

Sirius: Okay. I'll…see you later then.

Remus: Okay.

And it had all gone downhill from there. Sirius cut off the memory, falling forward so that his chair hit he floor with a thump. "Moony…" He sighed. "Remus…"

"Drunk and depressed, Sirius?" A pleasant voice asked. "How lovely."

Sirius rolled his eyes. "Imagine that. Only my fourth bottle and already I'm imagining annoying specters."

Lucius sneered at him as he and his companion came into sight. Tom Riddle inclined his head to Sirius, slightly. For some strange backwards reason, Sirius and Tom got along quite well. … Or as well as could be expected for a Slytherin and a Gryffindor.

"Might we join you?" Tom asked. Lucius made to protest, but he ignored him as Sirius waved to the seats.

"Something you want, Tom?" Sirius asked, signaling Mme Rosmerta for a round of butterbeer.

"Not really." Tom said. "Just here for a drink. I have other things to do tonight."

Sirius eyed Lucius, who was sitting at the table like it was a foreign idea to him. "I'm sure."

Tom grinned at the insinuation. "Indeed. Won't be drinking you under the table tonight, I'm afraid."

"Doubt you could." Sirius said casually.

The dark-haired Slytherin raised an eyebrow, rising to the challenge. "Oh, I don't know…" He said. "Lucius can hold quite a lot." He nudged the blonde.

Sirius snorted, eyes glimmering. "Yeah. Right."

Lucius totally missed the joke of the situation. "Is that a bet?"

"Taking it, blondie?" Sirius shot back.

Lucius glanced sideward at Tom, who only smiled and waited for the answer. He looked back to Sirius. "You're on."

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"Quit moving, will you! I'm trying to throw this bottle at your head!"

"Oh…sorry 'bout that… How's this?"

"Dammit, Lucy-ish, sit still!"

"You know what, Sirish, you sit still!"

"I am."

"Oh. Then maybe I should sit still."

"You do that."

"What were we talking about?"

"…"

"Sirish?"

"I dunno. Your hair is fuzzy."

"Shudup. Where'd Tom go?"

"I dunno. I should go."

"Ha…beat you.."

"Here. Have this last bottle. Winner's prize."

"Cool."

"And your hair's still fuzzy."

"Is not."

"Bye."

"Wimp."

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Sirius groaned into his pillow the next morning. Damn butterbeer…why does his have to be so good and yet so mean to you the next morning? He rolled over and flopped out of the bed. "Gyeah!!"

A pillow hit him in the shoulder. "People are trying to sleep here!"

"Bite me!"

Sirius untangled his legs from the sheets and scrambled around for a pair of pants. With a glance at a certain Gryffindor's bed, he tossed the pillow back at James and left the dorm. He was sitting in the Great Hall, nursing a cup of coffee when Lucius burst into the room.

"DAMMIT, SIRIUS! WHAT THE HELL IS IT WITH YOU AND MY HAIR!"

Sirius made a noise that suspiciously sounded like 'heehee,' and waved cheerfully at Lucius. "It's only for a month or two, Lucy!"

"DAMMIT!"

The Slytherin stomped up the isle between the tables, amist the laughter and snickering of the other tables. His long blond hair flowed out behind him, but the tips were randomly spelling out words in color like, "Sirius is my God" or "I wear a wig," or "yes, I do dye my hair."

Lucius lunged at him, but Sirius skipped backwards, knocking the cup of coffee onto the front of Lucius' robes.

Then there was some loud swearing.

And some fighting. Which caused some teachers to step in.

Which caused some detention.

Which still made Sirius laugh, because it was all worth it.

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As if Sirius would get drunk without a reason or motive behind it. … He was only going to have a few! …But then Lucius came along… It wasn't his fault, really.  

Lucius: Dammit. *pulls at his hair*

Sirius: I don't go 'heehee'

Me: Ya do now.