Author's notes: I'm popping these out like hotcakes, ne?

And now, Sakai Michiba presents:

Toast and Honey

Part Three of the Smitten series


Morning was the worst part of the day, in Remus Lupin's humble opinion. He always woke up covered in dried drool, sleep in his eyes, and that nasty taste in his mouth that took a year of brushing to stave off. He had to get out of bed (always an unenjoyable experience), change out of comfortable clothes, and make himself presentable because he certainly was not when he woke.

Remus also hated mornings because he was not one to fall asleep early, thus he often fell asleep in his breakfast. There were several photographs which had made their rounds in Gryffindor Tower of him blowing bubbles in his cereal milk with his nose. Yes, all in all, mornings were despicable, unattractive times for Remus.

Sirius Black often had too much energy in the mornings, and when he would bounce around the room in a frenzied attempt to get everyone else up and excited, Remus would make a habit of throwing an object at him (usually a shoe or a rotten sock). He would, however, haul himself out of bed because he knew that unless he did, Sirius would force him out, and that was always an unpleasant ordeal that was not worth the extra ten minutes of sleep.

This morning was no different. Remus had oozed out from between the sheets to prepare for the day, rolling his eyes as Sirius made assorted loud, obnoxious noises in mimic of Peter's snoring. Soon, the four boys were dressed and groomed, and together they went down for breakfast in the Great Hall. Sirius and James sat across from Remus and Peter respectively, but while his three friends launched into their plans for the next attack on Snivellus, Remus stared down at his honeyed toast, his vision blurring lightly.

He had not been able to sleep well the night before; the memory of Sirius's warm fingers on his bare stomach and the friendly embrace after had kept him up sweating, and he had, for the first time, considered touching himself. The moment he had started to, however, a loud snore from Peter's direction (Sirius had every right to mimic him; it was a horrible racket) had startled him from it, and he slept uncomfortably for it. His eyelids started to droop, and he rested his chin in his hand.

Sirius glanced over while he yapped at James and Peter to see Remus about to have a face full of toast and honey, and he smirked a little before he slid his foot over and nudged Remus's ankle. Remus blinked and glanced up at him, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, but he looked away again suddenly. Sirius felt butterflies in his stomach, and he began to gesture with his hands as he plotted with the other two because he did not want to draw attention to Remus as he slid his toes along the other's calf.

Remus swallowed and blushed, giving Sirius a nasty glare, but because Sirius had just conspired to do something terribly nasty to Snape, it was not out of place. He saw mischievous blue eyes glance amusedly in his direction, and he sniffed a little before he did the only logical thing to do in that situation: he moved his own foot up to return the advance.

This was apparently the last thing Sirius expected, because there was an elongated silence in the plan. James and Peter exchanged looks before staring at Sirius, hanging on his every move, but Sirius was not looking at them anymore. His eyes were fixed on Moony, who was giving him a very sweet smile. "What?" Remus asked, his foot stroking the back of Sirius's calf and ankle.

"U-um. Don't you have any input? Are y-you just going to let us do this…this deviously ingenious plan without a word?" Sirius improvised, and he spread his thighs a little as Remus's toes touched the back of one of his knees.

"My input has never worked before," Remus claimed, and he leaned forward on his elbows, giving a bit of a shrug. "You're not going to listen to me anyway, so I figure wh—"

He was suddenly interrupted as Peter reached for some bacon and tipped Remus's juice glass, spilling the cold beverage all over the werewolf. Remus leapt back and tripped over the bench, landing square on his ass and covered in freezing, pulpy orange juice. "Damn!" he snapped irritably, and he gave Peter a filthy look. "Don't just stare at me!"

Sirius burst out laughing as Peter helped Remus up and walked with him out of the Great Hall, holding onto James for support and trying to hide the fact that their little game of footsie had had quite an effect on him.


Notes: I am a master at ending snippets with sexual tension. Bahaha. – Sakai Michiba