I'm deviating from my normal style of Harry Potter fanfiction writing (that is, slash) to bring you this (hopefully) mildly amusing one-shot hetero piece concerning everyone's favourite Remus and Sirius. Enjoy, comment, question, ignore, whatever you please.

Edit: I typed this in MS Word, and it asked me if I wanted to put Grimmauld Place in my address book. :) That's funny. Okay, on with the story.

Sitting in a comfortable, if very old, chair at Number 12, Grimmauld Place, Remus Lupin's reading was quite rudely interrupted. Interrupted by a peculiar scent… an odor that smelled suspiciously like…

"Why does it smell like wet dog?" Remus wondered aloud, setting his book aside. His question was soon answered by a tall, thin man, who, stepping into the room, revealed himself to be dripping wet and completely… naked!

"Oh dear lord," Remus hastily turned his head and covered his eyes. "Sirius, where the hell are your pants?"

"I was just about to ask you the same question, Moony." Sirius replied seriously (pun intended), looking around the room for what we'll assume are his pants. "You haven't seen them, then?"

"No, Sirius. No, I haven't. Please, put some robes on or something." Remus waved his free hand at Sirius, the other still performing the noble task of shielding his delicate, heterosexual eyes from Sirius' manly bits. Pouting, Sirius sauntered out of the room.

"Are you gone?" Remus asked loudly as Sirius' footsteps left the room. Remus opened his eyes again.

A moment later, Sirius returned, clad not in pants, but a pair of well-worn grey boxers, a plain button-down shirt he'd only put effort in buttoning halfway, and some casual black robes.

"Much better." Remus sighed happily. God knew he loved Padfoot, but there were some things he just didn't fancy seeing, his childhood friend sans trousers being one of them.

"So, what are we going to do tonight?"

End. Review if you like. Thanks for reading!