Disclaimer: How I wish Sirius with his long, black hair and rock-hard abs and—er, yes, well, I wish he was mine but he isn't.
"Hey, Remmie. Want to go to Hogsmeade with us?" James Potter looked down at one of his best friends in the world worriedly. Lily Evans, his new (and LONG sought for girlfriend) hovered behind him, watching anxiously).
Remus looked up from his book, his eyes flicking from face to face. "N thanks, James. I'm feeling ill." And he wasn't lying, either. The next night was a full moon.
James nodded uncertainly. "Yeah—yeah, sure. Maybe next time, then?" Remus nodded noncommittally, but James gripped his shoulder.
"Promise me, Remus." The brown-haired boy looked coolly up at his friend. "I'll try, James. But I can't promise you much."
Defeated, James walked out of the Common Room, Lily close behind him. She cast an anxious glance at the boy, all alone in the room, before she shut the portrait hole.
Remus sighed, closed his book and leaned back against the chair he was sitting on. He didn't dare venture outside, or to Hogsmeade. He, unlike Sirius and James, was unaccustomed to the horde of students throwing themselves at him in an attempt to have his godliness rub off on them.
He snorted lightly as he remembered how a Hufflepuff third year had actually tried to seduce him, to make her ex jealous.
The portrait hole suddenly swung open, and someone clambered in, cursing under their breath. Sirius turned around and started as he saw someone lying on the chair in front of the fireplace. He relaxed as he recognized the person, though.
"Re? Thank the Gods it's only you." Remus inclined his head slightly, as if to say maybe, just maybe, it would have been better if it hadn't only been him. "What are you reading?"
Remus glanced down at the book in his lap, but he couldn't make out the title. Sirius was already next to him, though, and he had stooped down to read it. An eyebrow quirked up. "Battlefields Old and Ancient? Gods, Moony, read something a bit less dreary, why don't you."
Remus doesn't say anything, but he looks down at his hands. If he looks up, he'll find himself tracing the soft curves of Sirius's lips, and his eyebrows and eyes and nose and cheeks and—
"Remmie?"
The werewolf flinches. He wasn't listening again. "Yeah?" His voice is soft, and slightly husky. Had he been looking up, he would have seen Sirius' body stiffen and his dark eyes waver.
"Why aren't you in Hogsmeade? I've just been kicked off for about two weeks. Snape snitched me out; about the Chizpurfles in the owlery, you know?"
Remus nods, but he still doesn't look up. The chair depresses next to him, and there's Sirius, looking worried as he sinks down. He lifts his friend's chin up with a hand. "What's wrong, Remus?"
Remus stands up, and his eyes are hard and blazing. "What's wrong is that you kissed me and left me! What's wrong is that you left your memory in my head, and the imprint of your lips on mine! What's wrong is that you gave me courage and took it away! What's wrong? What's wrong? You're wrong, Sirius."
"Remus?"
The brown-haired boy's eyes clear, startled. He hadn't said anything. Of course. He never says anything. "It's nothing. Just—full moon tomorrow, you know?"
Sirius nods, but there is a glimmer of unhappiness in his eyes. "Yeah. I know. But chin up, ok, Moony? It can only go uphill from here! I'm going to go find some cards. You wanna play Exploding Snaps?"
Remus nods and waits until Sirius has gone up to the boy's dorms before he lets the one tear run down his face. He wipes it away quickly, though, and drops the book onto the pillows. He can't show Sirius he cares.
He just can't.
Wow. Angst-o-rama. But I like it, even though it's short. Next chapter, we pick up with the full moon…but guess who doesn't take their potion?