Disclaimers: Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling, etc. Starman is owned by David Bowie.
Notes: I think I jumped from Space Oddity to this rather quickly but…just assume whatever you want. And there seemed to be confusion about Remus and Harry's relationship. Theirs is a father/son relationship. I thought I had made it clear but I'll try to make it more so in later chapters.
PAST
"Remus!" Sirius cried gleefully, "Come here, you have got to hear this Bowie song."
"I don't have to do anything, Sirius," Remus replied, feigning an exasperated sigh. He still went over to the stereo though. In truth he was quite curious about what could have Sirius so excited. It didn't take much to get him wound up but the things that did were usually worth hearing.
Didn't know what time it was and the lights were low
I leaned back on my radio
Some cat was layin' down some rock 'n' roll 'lotta soul, he said
Then the loud sound did seem to fade
Came back like a slow voice on a wave of phase
That weren't no D.J. that was hazy cosmic jive
"Wait, this is my favorite part," Sirius grinned.
There's a starman waiting in the sky
He'd like to come and meet us
But he thinks he'd blow our minds
There's a starman waiting in the sky
He's told us not to blow it
'Cause he knows it's all worthwhile
He told me:
Let the children lose it
Let the children use it
Let all the children boogie
Remus rolled his eyes and said, "What is it with you and choruses?"
"Oh, you know you love it," Sirius replied.
Truthfully, Remus did, mostly because they always got Sirius dancing and it was a lovely sight. With his tight fitting shirts always riding up, he looked wonderful. The teachers had long ago given up trying to force him into the uniforms. He would never comply. Remus was quite glad of it, especially today. He had on a tight red shirt that almost glittered in the lights and his tight fitting jeans that flared out a little on the bottom, to show off his platform boots. Remus had no idea how he could walk in those every day.
Today, even his face had more makeup than usual. He had on a red and, of course, sparkly lip gloss and eyeliner. Usually he only had eyeliner. The only time he ever went with the gloss was when he had found a particularly wonderful song. When these times came everyone had to listen to David Bowie or any of the other glam rockers there were out there...not that many people minded.
"Remus, go get my eyeliner. We've got to get some on you," Sirius said playfully.
"As long as I don't have to dance," Remus said, going up to the dormitories. He loved it when Sirius put eyeliner on him. He had never learned how to apply it properly so that Sirius was "forced" to put it on him whenever he wanted Remus in it.
As Remus came down, Sirius retorted, "Of course you have to dance…and in front of everyone here."
People had just started coming in…and some went right back out the door. Sometimes the dancing got a little out of hand once Remus finally gave in. The rest stayed, including the other two Marauders because it was always great fun to see them so caught up in each other. When they danced they only paid attention to one another and the music. Soon even the music would be far from their minds.
Of course, first Sirius had to persuade Remus and it was always fun to watch. "Remus, hurry up," Sirius whined.
Once Remus got to him, Sirius put the eyeliner on him and the whole time Remus grumbled incoherently. It sounded something like "insane…obsessed…but oh so hot."
Sirius just grinned at him and pulled him into the middle of the common room. Remus just shook his head at him and crossed his arms over his chest. Sirius immediately grabbed him by the waist and started twisting him around. Remus let him do it but he gave no other encouragement.
"I am not dancing, Sirius. Not this time," Remus said exasperatedly.
Sirius rolled his eyes and said, "Of course you are. You know the defeat is just gonna be more painful with you acting this way."
"I doubt that," Remus muttered, as he finally started dancing. The other Gryffindors all grinned and shook their heads. It hadn't taken nearly as long as usual for him to give in. They figured he must be loving Sirius particularly well that day.
As they twisted together and eventually started rubbing against each other, James started the catcalls. Remus rolled his eyes and said, "When does the song end, Sirius?"
Sirius grinned at him mischievously, and said, "I charmed the record to repeat."
Remus shook his head slightly but they kept on dancing. Eventually it started to affect them both significantly and they started kissing. Instead of the subdued kiss they normally did in front of people, it was involved and, even to the boys in the common room, very intriguing.
I had to phone someone so I picked on you
Hey, that's far out so you heard him too!
Switch on the TV we may pick him up on channel two
Look out your window I can see his light
If we can sparkle he may land tonight
Don't tell your poppa or he'll get us locked up in fright
You could probably see their tongues tangling from a mile away. Only Remus and Sirius got to feel the sublime pleasure though. They were tasting each other as they had many times before. They never got tired of it however. Not every time seemed new but every time felt like coming home after a long day of glam rocking.
After they almost suffocated they finally pulled away. Sirius saw Remus looking at the other Gryffindors and said, "Fuck them."
Remus grinned slightly, walking right into the pun, "I'd rather fuck you, actually." He then proceeded to start kissing Sirius again. This went on until they were interrupted.
First they just heard James mutter, "Oh, God no." James then proceeded to conjure all the pillows he could and started volleying them at Remus and Sirius…
PRESENT
Harry was laughing by the time Remus had finished the story. Remus was smiling wistfully but this time he hadn't cried. He had cried enough that morning when he had figured out what he was talking about last night. He was just glad Harry had forced him into talking and remembering. He would never get over Sirius's death but hopefully with time he would think back on it and only remember the good times. He would have to wait and see…
