Summary: When the marauders take a class trip to the exotic, sensual land of France, Sirius thinks it's the perfect opportunity to confess his love for everyone's favorite werewolf, trouble is, it doesn't look like Sirius is the only one who wants Remus. And how does the mysterious night club, the Moulin Rouge play into it all?
Warnings: Slash, multiple pairings, uh….Remus torture yay!. I don't own Moulin Rouge or Harry potter, the plot is loosely Moulin Rouge inspired by the way. Uh….I can say naught other then this, so enjoy!
"What's everyone so happy about?" Remus asked with a loud yawn. Everyone's favorite closet werewolf wasn't a morning person by any standard. Heavy lidded amber eyes darted around. It seemed like half of Hogwarts was crowded around the message board, clawing and screaming at each other so they could look at it.
The shrieks of pubescent girls were driving the half asleep Remus insane. He brushed wavy golden locks out of his eye angrily.
"Not sure." Sirius shrugged. Sirius Black towered over Remus at 5'9" and Remus glared up at his friend who promptly slumped over so Remus felt taller. Sirius' long dark hair hung freely down his back in choppy layers. His friends' electric blue eyes made every girl in the hall swoon. "Jamesy can you see any thing?"
"No!" Their other friend called back. James was desperately shoving people aside in an attempt to catch a glimpse of the board. The humorous aspect of this was how James tried to be tough and violent while trying not to have his glasses torn off. He finally withdrew from the crowd to the edge of the hall where Sirius and Remus were standing nonchalantly. "It's a zoo!" He panted.
Sirius sighed dramatically, "Well if you want something done right, you have to do it yourself." He pushed up his sleeves and drew in a deep breath. "Excuse me! Resident sex god of Gryffindor coming through! I'm not wearing a shirt!"
The females in the hall shrieked and cleared a path for Sirius, shoving any offending males away and attacking them. Nobody denied Sirius anything. Remus winced and rubbed his ears. "Lord Sirius, could you possibly cause them to shriek any louder!"
Sirius shot his friend the mischievous grin he was so well known for. He unbuttoned his robes, flashing a dark blue tank top and black low rise jeans. The females shrieked louder and pawed frantically at Sirius.
Remus rolled his eyes. "I knew I shouldn't have asked."
Sirius suddenly grabbed Remus and pushed the smaller boy under one arm and with his other arm he grabbed James. "Aw, Remy, don't feel left out! Jamesy, smile!"
"Stop calling me Jamsey!" James protested as he was dragged through the path of howling females. "You make it sound like I'm your gay lover."
"Oh baby, it's time we came out of the closet!" Sirius teased.
"Well, well, it's the Gryffindorks." A cruel voice snaked from the crowd. The ladies had parted another path to admit Lucius Malfoy, the resident Slytherin sex god. He was accompanied by Daniel Zabinni and Severus Snape.
Sirius sniggered. "My bitches are prettier then yours."
Malfoy stood there, completely stunned. He looked at his bitches. Severus was…alright looking, a little greasy as he hadn't showered today…maybe to pale, a little skinny. Daniel was good-looking with a shock of curly brown locks and pale blue eyes…but Daniel was a little tall to be a good bitch, in fact he was taller then Lucius. Well James was taller then Sirius…But still…
James vs. Daniel…Lucius cursed mentally. James was fitter then Daniel, a.k.a. James had killer abs and the cute glasses were a major plus. Severus vs. Remus….Damn it! Severus was slumping, he looked bored, and his hair was un-styled and un-high lighted. Remus' light golden waves were styled so they constantly flopped in the most adorable way into one eye and shimmered with blood red highlights in the light. His eyes were the deepest, pools of amber…Remus had the prettiest eyes….Lucius snapped himself out of his beauty induced coma. Oh and that blush! He gushed mentally. "Damn it!" Lucius snarled. "Come bitches, we got served."
The ladies cheered louder and Remus scowled, despite his blush. "Sirius I am not your bitch!" Remus growled.
"Aw, come on Remy, don't growl at me! I'm sorry…" Sirius pouted.
"Fine." Remus said tersely. He could tell his sharp tone hurt Sirius' feelings a little, but he couldn't help it.
"Oh praise god!" James cried, pointing at the board.
Sirius darted forward and read the message. "This year as part of muggle and magical social studies, all Hogwarts Years will be taking a special trip to a foreign country to aid in their magical and social development!"
"We're going to miss school!" James cried. "Read on, oh prophet of Gryffindor!"
"The first years will be traveling to…Liverpool?"
"So exotic." Remus cackled.
Sirius grinned at Remus and continued reading. "Second years will be visiting… Ireland! Third years, Germany, Fourth years, Norway, Fifth years, Spain, Sixth years, France!"
"We're going to France!" James shrieked.
"France! The books, the museums! The history! The-" Remus cried joyously.
"Nude beaches!" Sirius interrupted. "Night clubs, hotels, hot Europeans!"
"Amen to that!"
James gave Sirius a high five.
"Uncultured dolts." Remus
muttered darkly.
"Hm…" Sirius said jokingly. "Well Remus we'll go to one museum, one!"
"Yeah, the porn museum!" James whispered loudly. Sirius broke into hysterical laughter.
Remus huffed and shook his head. "Well I'm going to go find someone interesting to talk to." He walked casually out of the hall.
"ha….Ha….Ha…." Sirius glanced nervously after Remus. "hah?"
"You killed it." James sighed. "Jes Sirius, what's up with you?"
"Nothing." Sirius lied easily. He looked back at the path Remus had walked out. Damn it! How can I like Remus! He's one of my best friends!
"Sirius you were flirting more then usual." James argued he started to walk instinctively to the marauders 'place', under the large willow tree near the lake. It wasn't the weeping willow, it was the willow. Many students were milling about, talking excitedly about the trips.
Sirius stuffed his hands in his pockets and sighed. It was a crisp fall day, the trees were all brilliant shades of red and gold. Sirius liked the cool wind, he didn't get cold easily. In fact, according to Remus, he was an anorexic polar bear. "Yeah….I guess I was a little over the top."
"A little!" James exclaimed. "Spill, dude."
"Uh…Look…James you're my best friend…and I trust you," Sirius murmured. "Honestly! But I feel…er….uncomfortable about the person whom I am currently in liking with…"
James nodded sympathetically. Few people could express their emotions as well as Sirius, he could warp the English language so well it was scary. He was also outright and forward with his feelings. Sirius hated liars, even though he, himself, could tell a very pretty tale. "Alright." James sat down and leaned against the trunk of the tree.
Sirius sat down and fidgeted nervously for a moment before bending his knees and resting his arms on them. "I…I'm not really sure what to say…or do…."
This took James by surprise. "You? Sirius Black! Not know what to say to a crush…well now I've seen everything!"
Sirius blushed lightly and softly said, "It's different…I'm honestly not sure how I feel…I've known this person for so long. I get butterflies in my stomach every time they're around and I just get so giddy whenever I touch them…"
"Sounds like love." James commented with a sly grin. "Do you talk to them often?"
"Well…erm…" Sirius went bright red. "Yeah."
James hadn't seen Sirius talking with many girls lately…in fact he hardly talked to girls…just shagged them. "So whose the lucky fox?"
"I-uh…" Sirius buried his face in his arms. "It's more a wolf." He mumbled.
"Who?"
"It's more a wolf then a fox." Sirius said a little louder. He knew James was in complete shock now and he was right. James Potter, honestly was to shocked to say anything…even laugh. Sirius turned an even brighter shade of red.
"Are you pulling my leg?" James asked suspiciously. He glanced over at the said werewolf who was talking animatedly to a group of seventh year Ravenclaws. Sure Remus was…well James guessed Remus was good looking. The more James looked at him the more he noticed how Remus had grown from a pale, shy little kid with big bushy hair and a ready blush. To this. His thick waves now fit the shape of his head, sure Remus was only 5'7, but he was….cute.
"No…" Sirius sighed. "I wish I was."
"So you regret liking him?" James muttered.
"No!" Sirius snapped angrily. "I don't regret liking him, I'm just saying…It makes things more complicated."
"Well you know he's also a guy, he's a complete airhead when it comes to people liking him, he's almost your complete opposite," James smiled at Sirius' horrified expression, "Oh yes my friend, the list goes on and on."
"But…." Sirius protested. He looked back at his love interest and sighed longingly. "I can make it work…"
"Siri he thinks your straight." James said pointedly.
"Bloody jealous pervert." Sirius muttered darkly.
"Sirius I'm not trying to discourage your little romance here." James said sharply. He noticed Sirius crestfallen look and said tenderly. "I'm just trying to be realistic. I don't want you to get your heart broken…and I don't you to break his."
Sirius looked back at his friend miserably. "I think I love him."
James sighed. "Sirius you're a player. How the hell would you know what love is?"
"You just do James…." Sirius sighed. "You'll know someday."
"Oh lord." James said exasperatedly. "Either you've been drugged, or you really are in love."
"I think its love." Sirius snickered.
"Oh sweet Jesus," James moaned. He fell back against the trunk of the tree, one hand dramatically covering his eyes. "This'll be some trip."
