Not Fat

Summery: In which, Sirius is convinced he is fat. Can Remus, our beloved werewolf, prove him otherwise?

Disclaimer: I do not, nor ever will, own the characters of Harry Potter. This fic is for enjoyment purposes only, not to exploit J.K.Rowling. Do not sue me.

A/N: I know, I know. I said this would be a Two-Part, but in fact, it will now be a three-Part, sorry 'bout that. I also said that the second part will be longer, well its not. But its still good! Bit of Angst in this part. Dont forget to R&R.

Part 2: All James' Fault

Remus' POV:

"Stupid James." I mutter to myself.

It is all James' fault that I have been so nervous all week.

First there was Charms on Monday, when James had found out about my 'Sonnet' that I wrote about Sirius, which was bad enough considering he somehow managed to convince me to give the 'Sonnet' to Sirius, otherwise he would tell the young Mr Black about my affections... and how they were not quite as platonic as they should be. Then there was Tuesday in the Common Room! When James had pointedly elbowed me in the ribs one time too many, and Sirius had asked what was going on, oh how embarrassing, and I just ran from the room in a hurry! But then again, who could forget Wednesday? When James had told Sirius I felt unwell from my last transfiguration (in explanation for my quietness, which was actually caused by my anxiety around Sirius), and Sirius Orion Black had hugged me to make me feel better! I melted into that hug... It was wonderful...

I mentally brought myself back to reality, which was me, making my way to the Great Hall, to have some dinner.

As I sat down at the Gryffindor House table, across from Peter who sat next to James, I found myself sighing. I am just too tired to deal with much of anything right now. Mere thoughts of Sirius at the moment made my head swirl and my stomach flutter.

"Hey Moony," Said James with a curious slur, "Done the 'deed' yet?" He asked straight-forwardly.

"No." I answered, as though it was the end of the conversation. I really don't want to talk about that right now.

"Well, you had better get a move on." James said nonchalantly, "You have a time limit, I've decided."

My eyes widened with fear.

"That's right," James continued, "Now you have to tell him within the week."

"WHAT?" I spluttered, "There's only three days left in the week!"

"Exactly." Finished James.

I stared at him, 'That dirty bastard...' I thought.

"You..." I started threateningly.

"Hey, Sirius!" Piped up Peter as he called across the hall.

I turned around and followed his line of sight, then quickly wiped back around. Sirius is coming over.

I turned around again; this time caught staring at what I saw. It was a sight that took the breath right out of me, especially when James pinched me to make sure I was looking. The sun from a nearby window was angled at Sirius's head, illuminating the back, making him look like he had a halo. He was striding leniently. When he saw me, he kept his eyes locked on mine and made his way to my side.

He took the seat next to mine, and I felt that familiar fluttering in my abdomen.

"Hey, Remmie!" He greeted me with a wink, and I involuntarily swooned.

"H-Hey... Sirius..." I quietly greeted back, with a lame wave of my hand.

Sirius smiled his charming smile at me, and I blushed, and looked down at my plate. All the while thinking happy thoughts to myself, like; 'He said 'hey' to me! He didn't greet anyone else!'

"Hey Pads." Said James, while looking down the table at Lily instead.

"Hey Prongs." Sirius said back.

"So, Padfoot," James said as he turned to face us, "What are your thoughts on Poetry?"

I choked on my Pumpkin Juice, 'NO! JAMES! BAD JAMES!' I yelled at him mentally.

Sirius turned to look at me, and I gave a wave of my hand to signify that I was OK.

"Nothing much..." Said Sirius as he gave me one last concerned look, then turned back to face James, "I know I could never write any. I'm too fat."

"For the last time, you are not fat!" Cried James.

"What are you talking about? I'm practically busting at the sides!" Sirius exclaimed back.

"Whatever," Said James with a rolling of the eyes, and shoving a few forkfuls of chicken into his mouth, and swallowing before he continued; "But you would appreciate it if you got a poem or something from someone that liked you, right?" He asked with a twinkle in his eye.

I choked for the second time. 'NO! BAD, BAD JAMES! SHUTY UP NOW!'

"Sure," Said Sirius, "But no one has ever written me any poetry anyway. I'm much too fat."

No one said anything this time around, and I sighed with relief as I realised that was the end of subject.

James looked unsatisfied though, as he pouted, and fought to keep up this line of conversation.

"All right then." James said after a few moments, "What are your thoughts on Love?"

"THAT'S IT!" I accidentally yelled.

Half of the great hall went quite and starred at me.

"Er..." I collect myself, "I mean, I don't feel very hungry. I'm gonna go ahead and go to bed. See you guys later."

And I left before anyone could object. Especially Sirius, whose eyes I could feel on my back all the while as I left.

A/N: Hope you liked it! Remember, I can still make things bad... very bad for our little Remmie. So if you want him to have his happily-ever-after, you'll just have to review.

Bwa ha ha!

Much Love,

-Emerald Elf-Slytherin707-