Disclaimer: Sadly I don't own Remus, Sirius, James, or Severus. Tough world, huh? None of them are mine...except in dreams. : P (peter I can do without...)
Author's note-Another update because I like writing! Tell me honestly if either was out of character and I'll edit, k guys?
THIS IS FROM Sirius Black's... point...of....view...
Honestly, I don't know why anyone thinks Snape is intelligent. From what I gathered during our conversation, he is by far the most moronic kid at this school besides Peter. I left without another word or look, my insides burning with more contempt than I thought I could ever feel. If Remus did decide he loved this---imbecile, I would be so awestruck I couldn't keep myself around any more.
But as it turned out, my feelings for Remus shouldn't have been a surprise to me. As my mind raced along all of our moments together, it only seemed natural I would wind up falling in love with him. For years now it seemed I had been unwittingly flirting with him, and I mean ferociously flirting. I'm shocked that he never was weirded out by my sitting in his lap and tell him things I never told anyone else, like when I thought I liked James. He was never offended by my strange outgoing behavior I really sort of saved for him.
But Remus was the most attractive boy I had ever seen. He seemed to be made of honey and gold, and it was astonishing that underneath all of his calmness and polite manner he was a werewolf. I savored the fact that his skin was so perfect when he wore his uniform, save for that one visible scar--but when he was shirtless it was a collage of scars and healing cuts. He had not one freckle, but pure white skin that even the scars couldn't marr. His hair fell in such messy grace that even I couldn't manage. How could I, underneath all my playful teasing and ignorance of his presence not acknowledge this for so many years?
A puzzle that, perhaps, I would never put together.
And as I approached the common room I saw Remus climbing the stairs, face immersed in a book as usual.
"Hey! Remus! Wait up...!" I called humbly, racing towards him. He turned around with that same forgiving expression and smiled slightly.
"'Elo, Sirius."
"Oh, just want to let you know that I was, in fact, listening to you during Transfiguration. So don't feel that I ignored you please--"
"Oh, about that---Say, Sirius, could we talk some where private?" He pointed to the portrait a flight above us, which when the correct password was given, led to a neat hallway. I nodded and we took a left, up to the picture of a thin child with flowers and red hair. "Lilac goldenfinches."
The girl swung aside to reveal the red corridor and Remus led me inside, closing the portrait behind me, then sitting down on the royal purple carpet facing one another. The close proximity to him was making me dizzy as I could smell lavender and sandalwood.
"Um--so, yeah, as I was saying, I understand what you mean and I think I acted a bit rashly. S-Snape wasn't doing a-anything wrong, I s- suppose and...." I stumbled.
"You realized that quickly and I'm thrilled, Sirius," he smiled.
"Yeah. S-So I had a talk with Sn-s-snape and we---er--worked out our differences. We formed a t-truce and..." Remus laughed. "What?"
" A truce? That's just so unlike you, Siri. I'm really proud. What motivated you to do this? It can't have been just for me," he mused.
The irony was mind boggling. "Well, actually, Remus, it was all for you. I think I should tell you now that..."
"Oh, before you do, Siri, I need to confide in you about something. Promise me you won't laugh."
"Remus, could I please just tell you and get it over with?"
"Well, Sirius, if you must, then---"
I didn't let him finish. I had enough temptation already without being this close to him and not doing anything about it. I was upon him, I pulled his shoulders so his lips met mine in the sweetest and most blindingly wonderful sensation I had ever felt before in my life. But before I could go any further he pulled back, eyes wide and mouth slightly open.
'S-Sirius....'
"I'm sorry, Remus. It's just that...." I stopped, my voice dying at that look of horror on his face.
"Sirius, what is this about?" he asked quietly.
"Remus, I'm going to give it to you straight...I really, really like you. Bordering on love here. Not even bordering--I fucking love you. Thinking that I might lose you was the worst feeling I ever had and it made me realize how important you really are," I muttered, barely audible I'm sure.
'Sirius....I...."
"I know, it's sudden, but if you think about it, we'd be perfect together and I'm sure James would be fine with us---"
"No, Sirius, you don't understand...I'm really sorry, but I think I like Severus."
If words we solid, that would have been a dagger and I would be dead by now. I could feel my lungs tighten and my stomach was in my feet, my heart taking place of my voicebox in my throat.
".............Oh."
"Sirius, I am really, really sorry. I'm not completely sure yet, I just am getting to know him and it may be a phase--please don't be upset," he told me softly, but that was no consolation.
I stood up and heavily walked to the portal, barely making it through without my feet giving way. I stepped downstairs and through the Fat Lady's door, through the common room, up the stairs, over the clothes and quidditch supplies to my bed, lay face down, grabbed a pillow, and cried.
.
Author's note-Another update because I like writing! Tell me honestly if either was out of character and I'll edit, k guys?
THIS IS FROM Sirius Black's... point...of....view...
Honestly, I don't know why anyone thinks Snape is intelligent. From what I gathered during our conversation, he is by far the most moronic kid at this school besides Peter. I left without another word or look, my insides burning with more contempt than I thought I could ever feel. If Remus did decide he loved this---imbecile, I would be so awestruck I couldn't keep myself around any more.
But as it turned out, my feelings for Remus shouldn't have been a surprise to me. As my mind raced along all of our moments together, it only seemed natural I would wind up falling in love with him. For years now it seemed I had been unwittingly flirting with him, and I mean ferociously flirting. I'm shocked that he never was weirded out by my sitting in his lap and tell him things I never told anyone else, like when I thought I liked James. He was never offended by my strange outgoing behavior I really sort of saved for him.
But Remus was the most attractive boy I had ever seen. He seemed to be made of honey and gold, and it was astonishing that underneath all of his calmness and polite manner he was a werewolf. I savored the fact that his skin was so perfect when he wore his uniform, save for that one visible scar--but when he was shirtless it was a collage of scars and healing cuts. He had not one freckle, but pure white skin that even the scars couldn't marr. His hair fell in such messy grace that even I couldn't manage. How could I, underneath all my playful teasing and ignorance of his presence not acknowledge this for so many years?
A puzzle that, perhaps, I would never put together.
And as I approached the common room I saw Remus climbing the stairs, face immersed in a book as usual.
"Hey! Remus! Wait up...!" I called humbly, racing towards him. He turned around with that same forgiving expression and smiled slightly.
"'Elo, Sirius."
"Oh, just want to let you know that I was, in fact, listening to you during Transfiguration. So don't feel that I ignored you please--"
"Oh, about that---Say, Sirius, could we talk some where private?" He pointed to the portrait a flight above us, which when the correct password was given, led to a neat hallway. I nodded and we took a left, up to the picture of a thin child with flowers and red hair. "Lilac goldenfinches."
The girl swung aside to reveal the red corridor and Remus led me inside, closing the portrait behind me, then sitting down on the royal purple carpet facing one another. The close proximity to him was making me dizzy as I could smell lavender and sandalwood.
"Um--so, yeah, as I was saying, I understand what you mean and I think I acted a bit rashly. S-Snape wasn't doing a-anything wrong, I s- suppose and...." I stumbled.
"You realized that quickly and I'm thrilled, Sirius," he smiled.
"Yeah. S-So I had a talk with Sn-s-snape and we---er--worked out our differences. We formed a t-truce and..." Remus laughed. "What?"
" A truce? That's just so unlike you, Siri. I'm really proud. What motivated you to do this? It can't have been just for me," he mused.
The irony was mind boggling. "Well, actually, Remus, it was all for you. I think I should tell you now that..."
"Oh, before you do, Siri, I need to confide in you about something. Promise me you won't laugh."
"Remus, could I please just tell you and get it over with?"
"Well, Sirius, if you must, then---"
I didn't let him finish. I had enough temptation already without being this close to him and not doing anything about it. I was upon him, I pulled his shoulders so his lips met mine in the sweetest and most blindingly wonderful sensation I had ever felt before in my life. But before I could go any further he pulled back, eyes wide and mouth slightly open.
'S-Sirius....'
"I'm sorry, Remus. It's just that...." I stopped, my voice dying at that look of horror on his face.
"Sirius, what is this about?" he asked quietly.
"Remus, I'm going to give it to you straight...I really, really like you. Bordering on love here. Not even bordering--I fucking love you. Thinking that I might lose you was the worst feeling I ever had and it made me realize how important you really are," I muttered, barely audible I'm sure.
'Sirius....I...."
"I know, it's sudden, but if you think about it, we'd be perfect together and I'm sure James would be fine with us---"
"No, Sirius, you don't understand...I'm really sorry, but I think I like Severus."
If words we solid, that would have been a dagger and I would be dead by now. I could feel my lungs tighten and my stomach was in my feet, my heart taking place of my voicebox in my throat.
".............Oh."
"Sirius, I am really, really sorry. I'm not completely sure yet, I just am getting to know him and it may be a phase--please don't be upset," he told me softly, but that was no consolation.
I stood up and heavily walked to the portal, barely making it through without my feet giving way. I stepped downstairs and through the Fat Lady's door, through the common room, up the stairs, over the clothes and quidditch supplies to my bed, lay face down, grabbed a pillow, and cried.
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