Disclaimer: You know the drill I own squat, other than Professor Simms and that's nothing to be proud of. I don't lay claim and all that jazz.
Notes: This is a slash fic, if male/male relations don't suit your fancy then leave, now. It's nothing graphic, at the moment its just odd thoughts on the parts of our puppies. There is a bit of my foul language shining through (sorry). Oh and this is 7th year for MWPP. Ah and the bit from the outer summary is in a later chappy. Italics mean thoughts, there won't be many. Names in bold with a dash(-) after them mean writing.
Summary: Sirius has a crush on Remus; someone finds out and uses it against him. Poor Padfoot is enslaved but finds out very interesting things about himself and those around him, things he never thought he could feel.
When Sirius slid into his seat the bell rang.
"Just in time Mr. Black," Professor Simms, the potions master drawled, he was a friend of the Black family who gave Sirius 'special' attention after he was disowned. "If you don't hurry up next time you'll be sitting detention."
"Yes sir."
Professor Simms now began his lecture. Sirius whipped out a piece of parchment and began scribbling furiously, then he handed it to James and the note passing began.
Mr. Padfoot- Moony is taking notes so we don't have to.
Mr. Prongs- Who made you decide you like guys?
Mr. Padfoot- Is this your cryptic way of asking who I like?
Mr. Prongs- No shit, now spill.
Mr. Padfoot- Guess, then maybe I'll tell.
Mr. Prongs- Moony?
Mr. Padfoot- Crap, you know me too well
Mr. Prongs- Ha ha, I won. So why?
Mr. Padfoot- Why what?
Mr. Prongs- Why Moony, not me or Wormtail.
Mr. Padfoot- Peter! Have you seen him? You, you're too short and strait. Moony just happened, I didn't want it to.
Mr. Prongs- Aww, how cute. I am not short.
Mr. Padfoot- Oh, but you are.
Mr. Moony- Pay attention, I'm not letting you two copy my notes.
Sirius quickly snatched up the note before Remus could read it, or write more. He looked lazily around the class, noticing that there were a few people who shared Lynn infatuation with Remus. Sirius decided to join them in the sport of bugging the werewolf.
Remus had the eerie feeling someone was starring at him, making the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. Why can't people learn to pay attention? He stole a glance behind him and two piercing steel-blue orbs locked with his amber ones.
"Moony, the teacher is talking, you should pay attention," Sirius, the eyes' owner, said grinning mischievously.
Remus glared at him but Sirius just smiled back. Then Remus would turn around and list to the lesson until the hairs on his neck stood up again and the cycle continued, the following times without words. This went on during the whole of Professor Simms' lecture.
"Now class, pick yourself a partner to work on the potion with. Chop-chop, we don't have all day," the professor said to his now buzzing class. The evil game of picking, choosing, and being left out had begun. Lily paired off with one of her friends so James picked Sirius as his partner; Peter didn't take potions anymore so Remus was left to his own devices, not that he minded. Sirius felt bad about leaving Remus but thought nothing of it until he saw who his friend's partner was: Severus Snape. Remus, unlike the other Marauders, was not on unfriendly terms with the Slytherin but they never openly admitted to friendship.
"Moony is partnered with Snivellus," Sirius hissed to James, inwardly admitting he was jealous.
"What?" The raven-haired boy swung his head to get a look at his best friend and his worst enemy working together. "Good Godric, I can't believe it. Snivelly must have put our Moony under the Imperious Curse."
"Potter, Black I will not have you two planning to use the Unforgivables on another student," Professor Simms growled at the boys.
"Snape has Remus under Imperious," James countered.
"Lupin and Snape are partners quite voluntarily I assure you. Now begin your potion." Simms trotted off to leer over some other poor, unsuspecting shoulder.
Grumbling, the boys did as they were told, realizing they didn't even know what potion they were making. "Can you read what Perkins has written on her paper?" Sirius asked, shoving James so the boy could look off the girl in front of them.
"Oooo, this isn't good," James said slowly, uncraning his neck and looking worriedly into his cauldron. "The potion has more than forty steps and is highly explosive." Sirius cringed, he had a knack for making things explode. Carefully as possible, and after borrowing Perkins' notes, they began work on their concoction. The process was slow with little progress being made.
"Leave your cauldrons out at the end of class; we'll finish them next time. Keep working until the bell," Professor Simms called loudly, fifteen minutes before said bell.
Sirius was busy chopping daisy roots when the sound of Remus' laughter distracted him. Not that it was loud, quite the contrary, but Sirius loved the sound so much he had learned to find it almost anywhere. He looked over to see Remus smiling broadly and Snape having trouble holding back his laughter, both looked to be having a good time. Sirius felt hid jealously rising, without realizing what he was doing, he sliced hard into his finger. The sudden surge of pain brought him back to reality, and in doing to he stumbled backwards knocking into James and in turn the cauldron. There was a low boom as the contents of the cauldron flew all around the room as people screamed, ducking for cover.
Simms' voice boomed over the noise, "Black, stay after!" He then used his wand to rid the class of the purple goop it was now covered in, the spell also emptied the remaining potions. "You will be starting over next class courtesy of misters Potter and Black." The class groaned in unison. "Dissmissed." The class filed out as fast as they could, not wanting to keep the professor from his pray, very soon it was only Sirius and Simms in the room. "Black, are you too stupid to follow directions or do you find them to pure?" He asked.
"Too stupid I guess." Sirius hoped this would satisfy the man's need for humiliation.
"I think its both. One more slip up and you are going to be removed from my class, permanently. You are dismissed." With that the professor walked off to his office, in a room connecting to the dungeon class. That made it final, if Sirius slipped up once more his dreams of becoming an auror would remain just dreams.
He would have to get his mind off Remus and on his work, that's all he could do, and maybe taking a few notes wouldn't hurt. Sirius started talking aloud to himself as he walked out the door, not noticing someone on Remus' table had forgotten their books.
"How can I stop thinking about Remus, I'm in love with him. Why is my life so complicated? Maybe I should tell Moony, I mean he bats for that team. It might ruin our friendship and nothing is worth that," Sirius muttered, not knowing he had an audience.
I know, a cliffy, bad me. Please don't hate me
