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A/N: Hey guys, sorry it's taken me so long to update. Have been suffering from writers block from this story and I've been so busy. But just when I thought nobody was reading this anymore I got a reply that inspired me to update. So thank you Jamie88, loves ya hun! MWAH!
And just so ya'll know this is their last couple of days at Hogwarts, I said it would be AU so there will be know Peter betrayal(no matter how much I'm tempted to write it and turn it round so I can push him off a cliff)
Chapter 4
Chocolate
He just lies there, holding my gaze. I find myself in the familiar situation where I am unable to stop looking into his eyes that captures my attention so expertly. He leans a bit closer so his nose is about an inch from mine, my eyes tear themselves away from his for a second to glance down at his lips as they slowly part. I feel his warm breath on my face and I become aware of one of my favourite smells, chocolate. Chocolate was Remus' favourite, along side Sirius of course. But chocolate and Sirius at once would surely send him over the edge.
"Did you save me some?" I struggle to say, not sure if sound escaped my mouth at all. But that question was soon answered by the harmonious sound of Sirius' laughter.
"Of course I did, but you'll have to wait for it."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Everything comes at a price my dear Rem." Typical, always wants to keep me guessing. He sits there smiling for a few seconds and then his tongue slips out to lick over his lower lip slowly. I think I'm going to explode, too much sexual tension for one person to handle. Once he's finished he moves back slightly and sighs. "Rem?"
"Yeah."
"Do you ever think about the future?" I shoot him a quizzical look; he's not usually one for serious chats. "After Hogwarts I mean." He looks genuine, so why am I so worried my answer would sound stupid. I decide to change what I was going to say to try and get more out of him.
"In what way?" Stupid thing to ask him but it would be the only way not to embarrass myself.
"Not career-wise. I mean like…us, me and you…and James and Peter… It wont be the same."
"Siri, how long have you been worrying about this?" I try to sound light-hearted with a tad of sympathy but I could never do it like he does.
"Since the start of the year." Now I think about it, this would be the first time he'd ever come to me for advice and it was strange, almost like a foreign language. He sighed and then continued, "James will run off into the sunset with Lily and fuck all day. And Peter isn't exactly company with how distant he has got recently… That just leaves you and me and that is why I'm asking you rather than anyone else. Maybe I'm afraid we'll loose contact and grow old despising each other."
"Now you know that would never happen. I wouldn't let it… You're going to be pulling those stupid pranks of yours for years to come and I will always be there to bail you out." He smiles at me, a single tear rolling down his cheek which he abruptly brushes away. I decide not to say anything about it and act as if I didn't notice.
"Now come on, let's get some sleep. We've got a big day tomorrow, and I'm sure you want to make your last full day here memorable." He nods and he gives me a small smile. I crawl under the bed covers and I pull them up, indicating for Sirius to get in. By the time I realise what I did, he was climbing in beside me only wearing his boxers.
"I almost forgot," he says and slips out behind the curtain. The room darkens and I here a whispered 'Lumos' and rustling from the direction of Sirius' own bed. Seconds later he was back, one hand holding his wand in front of him to see his way back into bed and the other behind his back. They were in darkness once more and there was about half a minute where neither moved or spoke.
"Open your mouth."
"What?" I blinked at him several times although it was pointless in this situation.
"Just do it." He didn't sound forceful, more like hesitant, scared even. So I did what I was told, wondering what was coming.
"Open?" I give no answer, "Good." Again there is nothing except silence until I feel his drop something onto my tongue. I mumble my thanks while I eat the chocolate. Once I'm done he drops another into my mouth, and another and yet another. "Last one," he states and I lay with my lips parted just waiting, but I'm kept waiting. These long lapses of silence are beginning to worry me, what is he doing. Merlin, I wish I had my wand.
The last of the chocolate was pushed past my lips and massaged against my tongue. But it was sweeter than any chocolate I have ever tasted. All rational thoughts left my mind.