Queen Of The World
A dedication to the uncanny relation between the writing creations of Enelya & me.
(and posted so that I may have goats and an asparagus raft)
"It's true what young Snivellus is saying, Professors." Sirius said loudly, standing up and addressing as much of the Great Hall as possible. "Last night an expedition was undertaken to exit this place of education, this fine facility known as Hogwarts. It was, as per usual for us, completely successful."
"And now you idiots will be in detention for the rest of your schooling life." Snape said with a triumphant glare (if such a thing is, indeed, possible).
"You mean to say 'lives', dear Snivellus, and no, I don't believe we will. You see, my friends," addressing the entire Gryffindor table, "I am in love."
"Oh, no." Remus muttered, burying his head in his arms. "Oh, please no."
"Yes, indeed, my good people," Sirius went on. "I am a man in love! And will you, Professor, truly condemn a man in love?" He asked, turning to the first Professor he found. A very sceptical looking Professor Vestry raised an eyebrow at him. Sirius, undaunted, turned to the next Professor, Horace Slughorn, who chuckled to himself. Sirius turned to Professor McGonagall with a pleading expression mixed with his most charming of smiles.
"Of course, you wouldn't!" Sirius cried. "For I am a man in love, and that is something far beyond condemnation! Last night was an Adventure!" Sirius yelled, striking a manly, heroic pose, one leg up on the table, the other on the bench.
"Sirius!" Peter yelled. "Your foot is in my porridge!"
"It's ok," Sirius whispered back. "These are new shoes."
"Mr Black." Said a calm voice from behind. Sirius whipped around to see Professor Dumbledore standing with a docile air and a subtle smile beside Professor McGonagall a few feet away from Sirius.
"Yes Professor?" Sirius asked, beaming.
"Might I enquire as to your whereabouts last night?" Dumbledore asked.
"Muggle music concert, Professor."
"I see. Mr Black, is there any valid reason I should not be giving you and your cohorts detention for the rest of your Seventh and final year?" Dumbledore asked. Snape smirked.
"Several, Professor," Sirius grinned. "Mostly because of the tedium involved in implementing your most genius of plans," Here Remus quietly pondered Sirius' impressive grasp of eloquence when it came to weaselling out of trouble, "but also," Sirius went on, "because, as I was explaining to our good student body, here, I am in love."
"I see," Dumbledore said. He glanced at a stressed looking McGonagall and winked. She smiled briefly, then turned her stern expression on Sirius.
"And last night, during our Adventure!" He struck his manly pose again. "I came to the realisation that I am, in fact, the King of the World."
"The King of the world?" Dumbledore repeated.
"Indeed." Sirius grinned. "And this, my faithful subjects, is my Queen."
Remus yelped as he was hoisted out of his seat and up onto the table. Sirius conjured a crown atop each of their heads and turned back to present Remus to the whole great hall.
From three of the tables a huge roar of laughter and cheering sprang up (and crying from many of the female students), and the ill-fated hisses and boos of the Slytherins only served to add to the din.
Remus turned to glare at Sirius, but found himself smiling instead at the absurdity of it all. There stood Sirius, grinning at Remus with all the confidence in the world, and no idea what he had just done. This, truly, would be a year to remember. Their final year at Hogwarts, it seemed, was going to be something quite special.
"Last night, in that crowd," Sirius was whispering to him, their foreheads pressed together. "You were a rose among the reeds."
"Among the thorns, Sirius." Remus laughed.
And despite all misgivings and better judgement - much better judgement - Remus leant in for a golden kiss.