Disclaimer: No, I dont own Harry Potter, though I wish I did... I dont even own Izzy, she belongs to my mate.
It seemed innocent at first sight. Three boys, sitting in their dorms, chatting animatedly, and drinking copious amounts of stolen mulled mead. Another boy, Frank was his name, was sitting on his bed reading, and shooting filthy looks at the trio getting steadily more and more drunk. Remus would have been in that position, the strict bookworm, had he not been marvelously intoxicated on the mead, stolen from the Hogwarts kitchens.
Another boy was sitting on his own, and that was the young Peter Pettigrew. Sure, he was friends with the mischief makers, they always kept him out of trouble (From the Slytherins and other notorious school bullies) But also got him into Much more trouble (With Teachers, Headmasters, Prefects and the like). And anyways, he really wasn't part of the group. He seemed.. out of place when he was with the other three Marauders.
"Sirius!" Remus rumbled out very loudly, his face flushed, and honey eyes oddly bright. "There something I've been wanting to say to you for years!" His words slurred slightly, as did the indignant Sirius, who replied stoutly with a:
"Well, hurry up and spit it out, Moony!" He said, frowning slightly, before raising his thirteenth bottle of the alcohol to his lips.
Remus leaned forward, and poked a finger at his chest. "You mister, are shallow, stuck-up, braggy, and egostacical-egoticasal-egostictical-egocas-Shallow! Espshially shallow!"
Sirius squinted one eye at him. "What do you mean?" he said, swaying slightly.
"I mean," Remus said, getting slightly angry. 'Its not fair! You can pull in any girl you like, with one wink, and you only go out with girls if they're pretty, even if they're absolute toads on the inside!"
James, who was having a current bout of the hiccups, was watching this intently, getting interested. It was hard to pick who would win this one.
"That's not true!" Sirius retorted, stumbling over his words. "I just don't date FREAKS like you do!'
Remus bristled. "Isabelle Is not a freak!" He yelled back. "Shes a little odd, maybe, but that's all!"
Sirius snorted. "Whatever," he said sarcastically, looking away.
"Fine!' Remus said. You think were above that? Frank, come here."
Frank tottered over. 'Y-yes Remus?" he said, trembling slightly in fear and anxiety.
"Get out a quill and parchment. You're the only one who can write legibly right now."
"Ha!" James said. 'Remus, you can write tidily sober!"
Remus raised an eyebrow. "uhh, James , that's Peter."
The Bespectacled boy frowned, puzzled, scratching his head. 'So it is!" He said, valiantly trying to keep his little shred of pride and dignity left. "Ahh, no matter. Frank write the bloody contract."
"This parchment states," Remus dictated. "That Sirius is under sworn oath to… to date anyone That he has ever deemed a "Freak", "Loser", Or "Nerd", and take them to Hogwarts on the fourteenth of February, which is currently in nine days time. If he does not, then he must…"
"Go around with pink hair, and wear a sign, saying. "Severus Snape is the best in the world!" James filled in.
"And If he does… He can challenge me to a dare." Remus finished.
"Got it," Frank said. "I need you two to sign here."
Sirius nodded. "Sure!" He bellowed, grabbing the pen, and scrawling "S Blakc" at the bottom. Franks eyes widened, and Remus raised an eyebrow.
"You misspelled that Padfoot!' He yelled, and grasped the quil, upsetting the inkpot as he tidily wrote "R J Lupin" and signed with a flourish. Sirius scowled.
"You better hold your bet," Remus said smirking, and knocking back the rest of his bottle. 'Id hate to think how ugly you're hair looked if it was pink!"
"Shaddup" was the reply.
"My head…." Sirius moaned, as she struggled to sit up in bed. His stunning blue eyes were bleary from a lack of sleep, and a huge hangover.
"Hahahahahahahaha!" A maniacal laughter resounded through the Handsome boys pounding headache. He struggled his eyes open to see Remus gleefully bouncing around the room, brandishing a piece of paper.
"You're going down, Padfoot!' he yelled, prancing onto the boys bed, shoving a piece pf parchment right under his nose. "See? You're DEAD!"
Sirius snatched it, and began to read, as he did, his eyes grew larger and larger. 'Oh, no…." He moaned. "Please say this isn't real…"
"It is!" Remus crowed, jumping off of his bed and onto James' "Look at this, James!" Sirius could hear him explain. Sirius moaned, replacing himself under the bedcovers.
"Ow!" Remus was firmly whacked over the head with James's feather pillow. "Come on, guys, we have classes in half an hour, you have to get up! Don't tell me you're hungover?" A small, mischievous grin – very out of place on Remus's usually innocent facial features- was slowly working its way across his face.
"Why are you so cheerful?" Sirius moaned, dragging his messy black head out of the feather duvet to glare at Remus, who was looking immaculate. "Why aint you hungover too?" Remus grinned, looking satisfied and smug, if that was possible.
"My whole system is basically better than yours, Black." Remus shot back. "If I can eat great big chunks of raw animal meat, I can hold a little alcohol." The young boy marched over, tugging the blankets off Sirius's bead. The attractive boy yelped, struggling to pull his sheets back up over his limbs, but Remus dragged it along behind him, before doing the same to James. Sirius could help but grin as he heard a yelp similar to his own emit from James portion of the Dorm.
"Ill see you at the Gryffindor table in Twenty minutes!' Remus announced, before happily skipping out of the room, still trailing both of the raven-haired boy's quilts along with him.
As Remus was cheerfully munching his kippers, a pair of delicate hands grasped his shoulders, yelling "SURPRISE!" right in his ear.
Remus choked on his kippers, as Isabelle Smith sat down next to him. He felt his eyes burn an angry yellow for a few moments, before settling back to their warm colour of honey. "Izzy…" He said, struggling to keep his erratic breathing even. "I told you not do that, remember?" He looked at her light grey eyes steadily. She shrugged and smiled, tucking her deep indigo hair behind her ears.
"Ooh, what's going to happen if you get a little fright?" She teased. "You'll wet yourself?" Remus rolled his eyes, turning back to his breakfast.
"You didn't happen to see Sirius or James on your way down, did you?" He inquired, spitting out a few random fish scales. Isabelle shook her head, stealing the scales off of his plate, and proceeded to spit them out at the Slytherins passing their table to get to breakfast.
Sirius and James finally showed halfway through their History Of Magic class. Professor Binns, oblivious to their arrival as he left the doors open, continued to drone on and on about Goblin Rebellions. The destructive Duo began to noisily shuffle towards their seats, trying -and failing- to be quiet. Both had vacant, unfocused eyes, and very messy hair. James was the one to spot Remus, intently taking notes.
"Moony!" He whispered, as he began to loudly tiptoe toward him.
Remus looked up from the notes he was writing and winced. I wondered when they were going to show up, He wrote on a piece of parchment he found, and casually slid it over to Isabelle, who was at the desk on his right. Isabelle opened the note, and bit back a giggle as she began scrawl something in reply.
A loud THWACK, followed by a string of curses was heard from the front of the room. The class snapped out of its stupor to see James with his head in his hands, and Sirius nursing a very sore toe. Professor Binns looked up from his lectures, startled.
"What is going on?" he asked severely. "Perkins, Blunk, what are you doing out of your seats?"
James, always the good liar smoothly replied with, "Oh, professor, we were just on our way up to speak with you. Sirius here needed to go to the bathroom, and as he was leaving, I realized he had my Quill, so I caught up to get it back so I could continue my notes."
The sharp teacher raised his eyebrow. "May I see your notes then, Perkins?" James' eyes widened, as the gears turned in his head.
"Uh…. Yeah.." he said, as he began to walk towards Remus' Desk, mouthing to the young werewolf. "Duck, duck please!" Remus' rolled his eyes, as he crouched behind his desks.
James grabbed the pile of papers, and walked to the front of the class, handing them to Binns. Binns shuffled though them, his frown getting Darker and darker.
"Perkins, these are nothing but mindless love letters and sketches of a girl, these are no notes."
"Remus!" He yelled desperately to the honey-eyed boy at the back of the class. "You were supposed to write Notes!"
"They're right here!" He retorted, waving a few sheets of paper with writing on them. "that was my-" He broke off, blushing slightly. Most of the class was stunned. Remus Lupin, writing love letters? Isabelle was the colour of a traffic light, as she buried her head in her arms.
"Ill see you three after class." Binns looked at the trio over his ghostly glasses severely.
God, Remus hated detention. Sitting in the Charms classroom, writing endless lines was no ones idea of fun, Especially his. Of course James and Sirius endlessly teasing him about his 'love' was no help either.
"Hehe.." James was laughing softly to himself, as he continued to scrawl, "I will not disrupt the class over and over again. Just two hundred more lines, and he was done. Easy.
"Shut up," Remus said, as he repeatedly wrote, "I will take my notes regularly." "Its not like you've never written a love letter before"
"Yeah, but.." he trailed off, still chuckling to himself. Remus snorted, and threw down his quill.
"There!" he said. "Done! And If you excuse me, I have homework to complete." With that, he stalked angrily out of the room.
'Damn Moony," Sirius muttered. "Must be that time of the month again." James burst out laughing, and it took a couple of seconds for Sirius to recognise the funny part of it.
"Prongs, It isnt that funny," Sirius said, as he watched his companion roll around the floor in laughter.
"You must still be drunk…"
"Uh, Padfoot, have you asked someone out to Hogsmeade tomorrow?" Remus asked, the next Friday, as the trio was sprawled out across five or six chairs around the fire, The young werewolf occasionally hassling the others to do their homework, which the ebony-haired teens naturally ignored.
"Come on, Moony, Ill ask someone in the morning," Sirius mumbled, his light blue eyes fluttering closed.
"Nope," Remus said, standing up, and with superhuman –Literally- Strength, hoisted Sirius off of his seat.
"Now, you go down and find a date for tomorrow, or you'll be spending Sunday praising Snape, with pink hair."
The raven-haired teens eyes widened, and he scurried out of the portrait hole, to begin his quest to find a date.
God, Remus could really be scary when he wanted to be…