A/N: Had a sudden burst of inspiration! Enjoy, my little reviewers, and gracias for reviewing, Wolfstar, Miranda, Charlotte Lazarus, and Viosil Uab. Charlotte- Yes, I wouldn't mind if they were in my class either… ;) SO cute…
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By lunchtime, the fact that Remus Lupin had kissed Sirius Black was the hottest piece of gossip. It had spread like wildfire, half the school had known by an hour, and the rest were informed by noon. Except the tales seemed to get wilder and wilder. One seventh year was telling another that they were half-naked wearing leopard print spandex.
As Remus passed through the Great Hall, everyone turned to look at him. They shamelessly pointed and whispered, especially since he was walking right next to Sirius. They weren't talking though. They hadn't exchanged a word since Transfiguration. James, who was walking on the right of Remus, was trying to start up a conversation with appalling results.
"So, the Qudditch game against Slytherin is tonight! You guys are going to come watch me, right?" James asked, peering from one of his friends to another. He, too, wasn't saying a word about Transfiguration. It was slightly weird for him. Technically he didn't mind gay…ness… But his two best friends snogging in front of twenty kids and the Deputy Headmistress was a different situation entirely.
"Yeah…" Remus said reluctantly. He had been looking forward to locking himself in the library and pouring over his Charms notes until this entire day was washed from his memory.
"Sure, whatever you say." Sirius replied after a moment, totally lost in his own thoughts, nearly plowing over a first year in the process, who had stopped dead in his tracks when he saw him.
The three sat down at the long Gryffindor table silently. Remus gingerly took a sandwich and nibbled at it hopelessly as whispers churned around him like he was sitting in the ocean. He felt a million pairs of eyes boring into his skull, turning his ears red with embarrassment. Given the chance, he would have gone back and not kissed Sirius. They weren't talking anyways. It wouldn't have made much of a difference.
Unable to stand it anymore, Remus abandoned his attempt at eating and shouldered his back, gliding off without explanation. All he wanted to do was hide, hide from everyone's judgmental stares that slowly began to make him sick. His head ached and he felt like he was going to fall over from the sheer pressure of being in the Great Hall, so he scurried out as fast as he could, up the stairs, his feet clanging loudly on the steps, but there was no one around to hear.
Finally he made it to his room. He threw his bag away from himself and collapsed on his bed, burying his face into his pillow.
Remus lay there in complete silence and solitude. He didn't know how long it was. He wondered helplessly if he was going to be late for Herbology. It was directly after lunch- usually he just went straight to the greenhouses, not wanting to be late. Come to think of it, Remus had never been late in his life, let alone skipped class. Well, he could release himself from the terrifying hold of being academically perfect for one, afternoon, he supposed.
Finally he dragged himself into a sitting position, and got his bag. He unrolled a long piece of parchment, dipped his quill in ink, and began on the Charms essay that Flitwick had assigned.
By the time he had filled the foot long sheet, Herbology was over. Remus didn't have any more classes, which pretty much ruined his skiving-off-an-entire-afternoon-of-classes plan, but that was alright. He couldn't possibly stand missing another class, it was killing him already. He wondered dully if he had missed a very important class that would ruin his chances of passing the N.E.W.T. test. Hopefully James could fill him in. Peter was absolutely useless in Herbology- he wouldn't be much help, and Remus was deathly afraid of talking to Sirius.
Time ticked away. He heard voices talking in the Common Room, but he couldn't quite make them out. One of them sounded sort of like James. Yes, it was him, Remus decided. The voice was coming closer. He must be coming into the dormitory. But Remus made no attempt to move from where he lay listlessly on his bed. There wasn't enough energy in his body to fuel a flobberworm's motorcycle three inches.
James slowly entered the dormitory, staring strangely at Remus. "There you are! You weren't at the game, we missed you! We won, 340 to 100, thanks to me and Lynch… Honestly, it was like I was the only Chaser who could function properly. Have you been lying here since lunch? That was like… five hours ago. Its time for dinner, you silly mutt. And are you still not talking to Sirius? What was that all about in Transfiguration?" James said this all very quickly, so it flooded into Remus's brain before he could block it out.
"What happened in Herbology?" He asked hoarsely, ignoring his friends comments. James rolled his eyes.
"You can borrow my notes… Wow, Remus Lupin, prefect, skipping class. Anyways, they're in my bag, I'll give them to you later. Are you coming to dinner, then?" James asked as he replaced his Quidditch robes into his trunk.
Remus shook his head, staring intently at the ceiling. He heard James sigh and leave. And then there was blessed silence again. It only lasted a short time though. Someone burst into the room, the door slamming loudly against the wall. Remus didn't need to look to see who it was.
"Sirius." He said in the same hoarse tone he had used with James. He could feel the other student's confusion and anger, like poison in the air. This was not what Remus wanted to do, but it didn't look like he had a choice.
"Remus, what the hell is going on?" Sirius fell onto the bed, looking like he was about to beat up the young werewolf. Remus finally pulled himself up, resting his head on the mahogany headboard, his gaze sliding over his friend like he wasn't there.
"I don't know what you mean." He replied lethargically, feeling like he was about to collapse from the strain of even trying to think about what the hell was going on.
Sirius slid up next to him, grabbing his face roughly in his coarse hands. For a wild moment Remus thought that he was going to be kissed, but Sirius was holding him at a safe distance, his gray eyes boring into him.
Eventually Remus realized Sirius was waiting on him, and he spoke in the same limp tone. "It's too confusing, Sirius. You know, I like you, but you… You don't like me, so we can just forget about this whole thing. We can be trendsetters, because the rest of the school won't easily forget." He laughed bitterly, still not meeting his friends gaze.
Abruptly Sirius released his head, so it banged against the wooden frame of his bed. Remus didn't even flinch as he slid down so he was resting on the fluffy stolen pillow. He turned so he was on his side, watching Sirius ponder his own thoughts.
"You know what Remus? No." Sirius's voice was jubilantly defiant.
"No to what, you crazy dog?" Remus asked wearily.
"No to forgetting this. I won't. I won't forget this, because despite your best efforts, Mr. Lupin, I still like you." Again Remus felt his face being cradled in his friends grasp, and this time he was kissed, tenderly at first, and then slowly growing in passion.
Again Remus responded whole-heartedly. This time, he vowed, he wouldn't freak out. Or he could try.
He rolled so he was lying on top of Sirius, feeling his shirt being drawn off for the second time in less than twenty four hours. First fifteen years of his life, he got no action, and now, he had Hogwarts's pimp all over him.
Feeling brave, Remus peeled off Sirius's shirt, which was slightly sweaty from his run up to the dormitories from the Great Hall. He could feel Sirius's heart hammering, on the off-beat of his own as Sirius deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring his mouth. He felt Sirius's hands wander down his sides, to the button on his jeans.
"I told you, Pettigrew, Lily does not hate me for turning her friend's hair pink! I'll bet she thought it was funny… Oh. Oh!" James had wandered into the room, followed closely by the fourth Marauder, Peter.
Remus pulled himself away from Sirius so quickly he fell off the bed to the carpeted floor with a spine cracking bang. Sirius peered over the bed at him, apparently not distressed that there were two more people in the room. Remus was, however. He found his shirt and tugged it over to his head, his face a bright crimson.
"Oh, oh god. I'm going to go." He managed to stutter out, sprinting out of the room as fast as he could, once again leaving Sirius behin d.
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The next few days were torturous. Not only was the Great Hall still abuzz with rumors of a possible relationship between him and Sirius, but Remus couldn't even talk to his would-be boyfriend. Every chance he got Sirius was approaching him, trying to talk to him, but Remus would scuttle off in fear. Also, he had a sickening feeling that he wasn't doing too well academically, the only field he had truly excelled in. The only class that Remus didn't seem to be failing was Defense Against the Dark Arts, which he had fueled all his pent-up fury into.
Professor Slughorn sighed as he handed back Remus's potions essay, a spiky P written neatly in the corner. Remus let his head fall against the fragile wood of the table, the smell of parchment and ink shoved in his nose. It was the end of class, he could get out, use lunch and the free afterwards to pour himself into his studies, re-do his Transfiguration essay, practice the Aguamenti Charm, and read that book that Sprout had asked them to read. He might even be able to squeeze in his newest Potions assignment, one which looked easy to what Remus had done in the past.
As he gathered his things and began to head for the library, Remus had a strange feeling that he was forgetting something. And then he realized what it was- Sirius didn't try to talk to him. The werewolf looked around for his friend, a sickening feeling in his stomach, and saw him heading towards the Great Hall with Peter at his side. He watched Sirius turn, and meet his eyes with a cool rage. He murmured something to Peter, who stopped impatiently, and watched as the dog Animagus walked over to Remus, who was standing nervously, afraid to walk away like he would have done had this happened the day before.
"Lupin. I'd just thought I'd let you know that we are over. Friendship and anything more, doesn't exist anymore. You obviously don't care about us, so there won't be an us. Just thought you should know." Sirius's voice was blatantly loathing. The sickening feeling in Remus's stomach increased as he realized what he had done, staring blankly at Sirius's back as it retreated, returning to Peter's side.
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Remus finally left the library, a sense of accomplishment swelling his bruised ego. He had pushed Sirius out of his mind enough to finish the Transfiguration and Potions essays, perfect the Water Conjuring Charm, and read the entire book on Herbology. Madam Pince smiled at him as he left over her vulture-like nose. Remus was one of the only students she liked- he was quiet and didn't hurt the books.
The Fat Lady opened with a broad smile at the password ("Basket Case") and Remus clambered in, looking around happily for James or Peter when suddenly he saw something punctured his elated mood like someone had stepped on it.
Sirius was sitting in a huge armchair, his mouth turned into a wide grin. He wasn't alone. Perched on his lap was a girl. Not just a girl. The prettiest girl in Gryffindor- a seventh year named Loura Necavit, her perfect blond curls currently being playfully tugged on by Remus's favorite Animagus.
The werewolf felt his breathing grow shallow as Loura kissed Sirius flirtatiously on the nose, only to find his tongue down her throat in a matter of moments. Remus watched as the world around him began to spin crazily, colors becoming brighter, noises becoming louder.
Some was holding his arm and steering him into a chair, taking his bag and putting it down somewhere. Remus could no longer see, but he had a feeling it was James. Understanding James would know how he felt, how he thought he was going to faint. Just last week he had walked into the very same Common Room to see Lily snogging a handsome seventh year.
"Remus? Remus, drink some water. Its good I did my Charms homework, give me your wand, mine is upstairs with my homework. Aguamenti." Remus felt James push the cool liquid against his lips. The water seemed to ground him, and all of a sudden the colors relaxed and the world stopped spinning and noises returned to their correct volume.
"Thanks," Remus said, taking his wand back from James. Mindlessly he headed for the stairs to the dormitory, James on his tail, probably to make sure he didn't fall over, when he heard Sirius's voice ring out cruelly in the huge room.
"Wow, Lupin, going to bed at this hour? No wonder you only have two friends!"
James glowered at Sirius and shoved Remus up the remaining few stairs, as the werewolf had suddenly found that his legs didn't work. Eventually his friend managed to get him into his room, where he fell onto his bed without complaint, falling asleep immediately into a restless sleep.
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A/N: Oooer, Mean!Sirius. I promise I'll make him good again by at LEAST the chapter after next. :) I'm just very cruel. Please forgive me. And review, because it will save you fifteen percent or more on your car insurance. Also, I will love you :) Lily/James action definately in the next chapter. Yay!