Disclaimer: I own no one in the story except Leon Lupin, Edward and some others later on. The rest belong to JK Rowling.

Pairings: Leon (OC)x Sirius, pre-slash James x Sirius, hints of Severus x Remus

Summary: MWPP. Set in their third year. Remus' cousin hated him and constantly annoying him. Sirius took that matter in his own hand and Leon wasn't to please about it.

Sparks and Electricity

By Misaki Sakura

Chapter Three

Sirius drummed his fingers on the desk, annoyed. History of Magic had never been one of his favourite subjects, but with James beside him, prattling endlessly about the prettiest girl he'd ever seen (aka Lily Evans), suddenly he saw Professor Binns in a new light.

"I'm sure she was smiling at me. She was smiling at me, wasn't she, Siri? I think she-"

"James," he finally lost the last bit of his patience, if there was any. "I don't care if she smiled at you! I don't give a damn care!"

The whole class stopped anything they're doing (most of them were sleeping) and stared at them. Professor Binns coughed and continued his lesson as Sirius sank back to his chair. All through the class they didn't utter a word to each other.

Things couldn't get worse than that, they always said. But somehow, it seemed like a charm to show us that's it could go worse, far worse than before. Let's take a look at Sirius for example.

After that incident in the History of Magic class, they went separate ways. James to the direction of the pitch and Sirius to the dorm. Remus decided to talk to Sirius first before he went talking to James.

"Why did you do that?"

"Do what?"

"The snapping thing. I know James can be quite … annoying …"

"Annoying! He's …! … I …" Sirius shook his head and buried his face in his pillow. "I don't know why I did that."

Remus gave him a smile. To be frank, he knew what's happening. Sirius was jealous. The most obvious thing … in his eyes, that was. Werewolf's instincts? It might be but it's still obvious. Not that he'd tell Sirius though.

James dropped himself on the bench and sighed. That was the first time Sirius lashed out at him since they met. Sure, there were always fighting but it wasn't too serious. That time, he could sense the tension between them more than before. 'Okay, maybe I was wrong to talk about Lily over and over again. If I were him I'd bang my head on the wall. I should apologize …'

He was walking down the hallway when he heard some voices and recognized it as Leon's voice. Upon hearing the sound of his footsteps, Leon had stopped whatever he was talking about with Edward but James could tell that it was something bad and that made him worry.

By the time Sirius and Remus stepped into the Great Hall, James was already sitting beside Peter, so they took the seat in front of them. No words were exchanged during the meal regardless any attempt Peter made to start a conversation. Trust Peter not to see the obvious.

"Hello."

Sirius turned his head and saw Leon sneered at him. Unfortunately for him, he had no energy to pick up a fight with the fifth year, not when he's still fighting with James. So, saying nothing, he turned his attention back at his food and ignored him.

Perhaps he had to feel suspicious when Leon didn't make any kind of nasty remarks at them and just strode to his seat, but Remus thought his cousin had taken his lesson from the scene almost a week before. How wrong he was!

James was the only one who felt something's wrong with the situation. The way Leon walked past their seats was somewhat … weird in its own way. His eyes didn't leave the prefect's retreating back, but he missed it when Leon slipped the potion into Sirius' and Remus' glasses. That was when he heard the choking sound that came from the boys in front of him.

Sirius was holding his throat and coughing loudly, while Remus was holding the table for support just before they both fell to the floor. The last thing Sirius heard before passing out was James' voice calling his name frantically.

They were taken to the Hospital Wing by the teachers as soon as possible, James and Peter followed behind them while the other teachers tried to calm the students in the Great Hall. Madam Pomfrey couldn't quite make out what happened but when she examined the juice James had given her, the one that both Sirius and Remus drank from their glasses before they fainted, she shook her head.

"I think I know what the potion is."

James, who was sitting on the chair between Sirius' and Remus' beds, lifted his eyes. "What is it then?"

"It's difficult to tell. I am not certain but this is not a dangerous potion … though it's a bit painful."

"What's that potion?"

"I've told you, I'm not certain of the effects yet, but I have my suspicion. This kind of potion is supposed to be kept in a locked place."

"You said it's not dangerous!" James nearly rose from his seat.

"It's not, but it doesn't mean it can be used carelessly." Sighing, she added, "I suggest you to go back to your class, both of you, Mr. Potter, Mr. Pettigrew."

Peter had risen from his seat near Remus' bed, but James didn't move. "Mr. Potter?"

Hesitantly, he rose. "I'll be back after class."

Madam Pomfrey was about to enter her office when she heard the door was being opened again. She opened her mouth to tell the person whom she thought as a certain James Potter to go back to class, but quickly closed it when she saw that the boy was not James Potter. It was Severus Snape.

She hid her shock and hoped her voice didn't convey her feelings right now. "Is there something you want, Mr. Snape?"

"No, it's just …" the Slytherin stole a glance at the unconscious werewolf.

Madam Pomfrey smiled. "I'll be in my office if you need me, then."

After he's sure Madam Pomfrey had left, he slowly took a seat beside Remus' bed. He didn't know what had made him visit the Gryffindor. The lie he made was quite good, Malfoy wouldn't suspect him. Back then in the Great Hall when he saw Remus passed out, he nearly jumped up and rushed to his side if it's not for the realization that he was in the middle of the Slytherin table.

He didn't like the attraction he was feeling. Yes, the attraction. He had never cared about emotion before. His attention was for the Dark Arts, others were nothing. The feelings the werewolf had made him feel was new and it had made his interest alter. No, he didn't like the feeling of yearning every time he saw the amber-eyed boy, but he didn't want it to disappear. And now, it had taken him to said boy's side.

He smiled, despite the worry he felt. "You're going to pay for making me like this, Remus."

Sirius groaned as he woke up on the Infirmary's bed. The juice ... something wasn't right. He glanced at the bed beside him and saw Remus was still asleep … knocked out … unconscious … whatever.

"Finally you're awake, Mr. Bl-!" Madam Pomfrey who had just come out of her office, gasped and closed her mouth with her hand when he saw Sirius. She quickly grabbed her wand and muttered some spells that he couldn't quite make them out.

"Merlin …"

"Care to enlight-" he stopped when he realized something was wrong. His voice … it's sort of high-pitched and … girl like.

Madam Pomfrey shook her head and handed him a mirror then she closed her ears for the predictable reaction.

"What the HELL!"

TBC

A/N : Hi! It took me quite a long time to update, but the story is progressing. I think you can guess what will happen in the next chapter. Hope you like this one though it's kinda short. Review please!