Chapter 7 Sirius' Seduction
On his way to the classroom to meet Remus, Sirius felt so elated it was almost as if he could soar. Thoughts of Remus always affected him in this manner. Containing such joy was impossible for Sirius, therefore he began to skip, assuring himself it was a very manly skip, to the dungeons.
He really hated it. Not the skipping. He despised not knowing why Remus made him feel this way: So special. Maybe James has a point. Besides the one on the top of his head. Maybe my feelings for Remus could run a little deeper than most.
When he arrived at the classroom the vision that greeted his eyes was Remus and another boy lying on the stone floor laughing. He had a powerful impulse to shout, though the impulse to get far away from the scene that was causing him pain was stronger. He bolted in the direction from whence he'd come.
"James!" Sirius bounded into the dorm.
"What's the matter?" He looked sullen. He had lost his argument with Lily, but he was used to that and refused himself to wallow in self-pity when Sirius needed him.
"I saw Remus with his tutor," muttered Sirius unhappily. "It was horrible."
"Why? Oh, wait, I know!" The Lumos could literally be seen going off above James' untidy head. "His tutor was someone wretched, like a Slytherin?"
"Nah, worse; it's a bloke Remus seems fond of." He added, "At least now I know he swings that way."
"See, you're jealous. You want Remus, just admit it."
Despite his earlier contemplation, he was about to again protest he did not think of his fellow Marauder intimately when it dawned on him that the thought of anyone putting their hands on Remus in anything other than a friendly way did make his stomach boil with envy, however, the thought of himself touching Remus made him feel rather...Well, there was no other term for it: Aroused. "Oh, all right, I do want Remus...in more ways than one."
"You must be wrong," James confidently told him.
"What? But you said-"
"I meant about Remus liking this other chap."
"How do you know?"
"I figured out you fancied Remus, didn't I? Well, I know he fancies you too." I'm marvelous like that. Why Evans doesn't worship me, I'll never understand. Oh well, may as well get the trouble maker and the bookworm together first.
A smile brightened Sirius' attractive features. "That's great!" He paused. "Um, so what do I do now?"
The door opened before James could answer, revealing Remus Lupin.
James instructed Sirius simply, "Do whatever feels right." He exited the dorm, leaving his two comrades alone.
Remus glanced curiously between Sirius and the place where James had been standing. "What were you talking about?"
"Don't worry about it, Moony."
The lycanthrope raised his eyebrows. "Moony?"
"It's my new nickname for you. Do you like it?" Sirius crossed the room in four long strides so he was standing very near to Remus. Doing this to his sensible friend was risky, yet it was widely known that recklessness was Sirius Black's specialty. "Moony," he repeated, experimenting how the name would sound with a purr. The innocent blush he received from Remus for a response made the blood rush below his navel with desire. He leaned his face closer to Remus' so their noses almost touched and he could count all of the long eyelashes that framed Remus' intoxicating eyes. Sirius moved no closer; he had done enough. If Remus was truly compelled to be more than friends as James had claimed, then he would have to bridge the gap between them.