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Remus' POV
Not surprisingly, James and Sirius are not speaking to each other. Actually, James is pretending that Sirius does not exist while Sirius tries to get James to acknowledge his presence. I'm not worried though. Things like this happen roughly once a week. It'll be sorted out by the time we have to go to Charms.
I love Charms. It's my favorite class besides Defense Against the Dark Arts. It's also my best. Sirius once said that my worst nightmare was getting a question wrong in Charms. I told him to stuff it, but I privately thought that there was a bit of truth in the statement; I hate being wrong, especially when I'm particularly good at what I'm wrong in.
As predicted, breakfast was accompanied with apologies; or as good of a one that you'll get from a Marauder. The only real apology that I can think of was after the Shrieking Incident. Anyway, some Slytherins came into the room, chaos ensued and in the midst of it all their friendship was renewed. In other words, it was a typical morning. I don't think that they ever really fight, just disagree or make the other angry. I like that about them.
Miraculously no one got detention. I think that it was the fact that so many people had become involved that none of the teachers could pin it on anyone, so we all got away with a warning. Sirius thinks that it's because he winked at one of the female teachers. Sometimes I think that his ego is just a little too big, although I will admit that he is incredibly handsome.
We made it to Charms without further insult or injury: another miracle. James and Sirius talked about Quidditch or something. I wasn't really listening. We sit in our normal order behind our normal table. Peter, James, me, and finally Sirius. This is how we sit every lesson. The reason for my being between James and Sirius is simple: if someone does not sit between them they will talk the entire lesson. We made this arrangement years ago with Professor Flitwick. He agreed that we could sit at the same table on one condition: James and Sirius could not sit next to each other. So we sat like this and have ever since.
We set our bags down and get out parchment and quills for notes. Well at least I do. Finally they do too although the amount of persuasion that it takes is rather staggering. The lesson begins with a laugh as the Professor topples off his pile of books.
About halfway through the lesson something quite unexpected happens. I feel a foot on my leg. It rubs up my pant leg and then slowly back down. Up and down: a tantalizing sensation.
It can only be one person: Sirius. I'm confused and yet happy. Why is he doing this to me? Has he found out my secret? Is he teasing me? Why is he doing this to me? I want answers.
"Mr. Lupin," a stern voice interrupts my thoughts. I look around, startled out of my thoughts. "Now that you are with us Mr. Lupin, would you mind answering my question?"
Sirius smirks a bit as I stutter out my reply, "I…I don't know sir." I say this quietly, my face turning bright red. The professor looks at me strangely then moves on with his lesson, calling on someone who does know the answer. I feel a hand on my shoulder and Sirius whispers in my ear, "There's a first time for everything Moony." Then as suddenly as the hand came it went.
As much as I enjoyed his touch and closeness, I still feel a bit angry at him. So, was it to distract me then? Had it been a prank? A small part of my brain says that it wasn't, but majority wins. Then it comes to me, the perfect plan. 'Two can play this game my dear Padfoot,' I think and I allow a small smile to play on my lips.
Sirius' POV
I'm scared. Ever since Charms when I succumbed to my impulses and let my foot slide up Remus' leg I've been scared. The look on his face was one that I have seen before. It was the look he gets when he gets an idea for a prank, or revenge. In this case I fear that it may be both and even worse that they'll be directed at me.
I know that I shouldn't have done it, but the urge was just too much to resist. He was just sitting there looking so beautiful that I had to do it. I was also curious as to what his reaction would be. To be honest I found the results rather funny. It appears that Remus did not.
Transfiguration went by without a problem. Remus wasn't not speaking to me, but whenever he did his answers seemed a bit short and almost cold. It is impossible for Remus to be cold though, he's just too nice of a person.
It's lunchtime now, (chicken stew) I'm really getting nervous. What is Remus planning? I have been a part of his schemes before (normally one's that James and I guilt him into coming up with) and would never want to be on the receiving end. It's almost time for Potions now.
I have mixed feelings about Potions. It's the one class that I really try in, mostly because I don't really have to or don't care about the other ones. It's also Snape's best class. I therefore have to do as good as or better than him. Thankfully we only have single Potions today, double would be more than I could stand right now. Just because I try in the class doesn't mean that I like it.
We walk down to the dungeons talking about mundane things. I can feel the air temperature slowly dropping as we descend into the depths of the castle. I hate the cold, but it appears that our Potions Master does not agree. I sigh as I slip into my seat. Remus sits next to me. It is the same arrangement in this class as in Charms, James and I are forbidden to sit with each other so I sit with Remus; not that I mind. James and Peter slip into the seats ahead of us.
"Just notes today class," says the professor. I sigh inwardly with relief, exploding caldrons are out then. There is a shuffle of papers as the class gets out their quills and parchment. Maybe the revenge that I'm expecting won't happen after all.
Half way through the lesson I am proven terribly wrong. I feel a hand on my knee. It inches forward then moves back down. It starts to move upward again, a few inches higher this time, before it inches back down. Up and down the hand travels, higher each time.
It is almost all the way up my leg when I hear, "Mr. Black!" I jump rather high and the hand moves away. "Speak when spoken to. Five points from Gryffindor for your inability to pay attention!" Then, "Mr. Snape, perhaps you could answer my question?" He of course gives the answer to the question that I had not heard. The bastard.
It was so simple that I didn't even think of it before; fight me with my own methods. Why did I have to start this? Not that I didn't enjoy it immensely, but I hate having him do things like that without really having him at all. It hurts so much.
The hand descends into my lap yet again but it only stays for a moment. I chance a look down and see a slip of parchment there. As inconspicuously as I can I open the note and read it…
Padfoot,
A Marauder always gets revenge. I believe that you came up with that rule Padfoot. -Moony
I must end this. Class is over and I turn to him. "Truce Moony?" I say with my hand outstretched.
"Of course Padfoot," he says taking my hand in his and shaking it. Oh how I wish it would come back when it leaves.
"You two had a fight?" questions Peter.
"Oh sorts," answers Remus calmly yet I see a faint blush tinting his cheeks. We all head out of the dark, dank, cold dungeons to the nicer areas of the school.
"See you later," says James as he and Peter head towards the front door. "Bye," Remus replies. We head on up the stairs to Muggle Studies. James and Peter take Care of Magical Creatures at this time. I like this one class that I have alone with Remus. I know why he takes it, so do the rest of us. He wants to be able to survive in the Muggle world if he can't get a job in the wizarding one. I hate whoever made it so that he has to think like this. My sweet and loving Remus wouldn't hurt a fly, but once a month the beast takes over. There's nothing that he can do about this so why do people hate him?
These thoughts make me want to hold him, but my impulses have gotten me into enough trouble today. Muggle Studies is rather boring today. We're talking about something called 'electricity.' Muggles come up with some pretty weird things!
At dinner we meet up with James and Peter again. It seems that they have both landed themselves in detention on Friday of next week for blowing something up. I laugh at the story that Peter is enthusiastically telling. I'm really more interested in watching Remus laugh; the highlights of his soft hair sparkling in the candle light.
After dinner it's really like any other night; homework, prank planning then bed. And at midnight he comes and as I drift towards the shores of sleep I feel that everything is again okay between us.
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