Hey gang! This is my first fanfic /gasp/ ever! So please give me lots of feedback and suggestions, because I wish only to improve. I'm already casting a slightly dissaffected eye at this poor glimpse of a first chapter already.
And, as usual -- the disclaimers. If I owned Harry Potter or any of its characters thereof, I wouldn't be sitting here writing my interpretation of my own book. And yes, this is slash, so there's gay/bisexual guys in here doing gay/bisexual things. If you no like, turn back and don't flame me. Because I have lesbian wrath, yes I do.
Remus walked out to the grounds to sit with his best friends – Sirius, James, and Peter – under a tree by the lake, setting himself down beside Sirius and opening a book. James was showing off for a nearby gaggle of giggling girls with a bunch of little sparrows he conjured, occasionally making one fly over to the girls and tweet an irritatingly sweet song. Peter was watching him with his usual dazed awe, which Sirius had described to Remus once as "worse than a million of those insipid girls."
Laying his head comfortably on Sirius's shoulder, Remus read his book thoroughly. Since it was a favor of Dumbledore to set everything up for him and let him stay there, Remus found it the least he could do to promise near-top marks. A couple of girls nearby shouted "aww!" as he leaned against Sirius – the four of them were sometimes called "The Notorious Bisexuals." Sirius was a tall and handsome heartthrob, his square jaw and messy black hair making him one of the top picks for all of the girls in school – and any guy of that persuasion. Remus, a tired and waifish werewolf with high cheekbones and long, ratty curls of yellow-brown hair tucked in a loose ponytail, had simply learned in his difficult life to take affection where he could get it. He never turned anyone down, although in the shadow of his more masculine friends he was not often chased by girls. James Potter, the bespectacled quidditch star with dashing good looks, only fooled around with the two of them for attention as far as Remus knew. If there was one good way to make girls drop their jaws, it was giving a male friend a good quick snog in the hallways before class. Speaking of which….
Sirius smirked in his cocky way and gave Remus a gentle, short kiss that was reciprocated almost dutifully. James got the idea and made the birds vanish in an instant, snuggling up against Remus and nuzzling his cheek with the same sort of smirk on his face. Remus gave him a grateful smile, despite the fact that girls were now screaming with delight and Peter looked like he was about to wet himself, and nestled happily between them, squashing a slight used feeling that crept up inside him. These are the best friends you have, he told himself, look what all they've done for you! Be grateful.
James suddenly began teasing him. "Moony, dear, is that a gray hair I see on you? You're aging too fast for us!"
"With all your hi-jinks I expect I'll have whole streaks of it by the time I'm twenty."
"You really need to relax more, mate… Speaking of which, when is the next full moon? I've been itching to see Hogsmeade in the night again."
"Easy for you to say…. It's next Tuesday." Remus's left thigh was still in the process of healing from the last full moon – a werewolf's bite can't be fixed by easy magic, and he was not allowed to see Madame Pomfrey about it, in case word should get out about him.
"You know," Sirius's gruff voice interrupted, "You and I should try having mad gay canine sex during a full moon sometime. It could keep your mind off sawing yourself to pieces."
Remus yawned sleepily and nuzzled up against Sirius, no longer interested in his potions book. "Figure out the mechanics of that operation and get back to me on it."
"Evans at 11 O'clock, James. Make sure she doesn't catch you staring at the front of her robes again." Sirius and Remus both found James's obsession with the one girl that loathed him the funniest thing next to Severus Snape falling flat on his face, and exploited it for jokes whenever possible.
"Shut up. You know she secretly wants me."
"Yeah. Just as much as Snively does, I reckon." Remus thought he caught a flash in James's eyes when he made the joke, but didn't bring it to anyone's attention.
Snape was not only a slimy purebloodophilic bugger, but a nasty homophobe as well. As Remus pondered this he noticed that Sirius often gave Remus a good kiss when Severus walked by just to disgust him. He likes you. He's not just using you. Do you really deserve to be treated better, anyway? Of course not. You're a werewolf. Take what you can get, Remus.