House; Hufflepuff
Position; Herbology
Drabble/Standard; Drabble
Prompt; Red Dress
Word Count; 987
"Come on Moony! It's my birthday!" He slowly and painfully pried one eyelid the barest length apart to see a watch dangling in his face, the seconds ticking past midnight. He was smiling so bright it was impossible to continue glowering, but boy was Remus trying. "Please?" He was holding his favorite cardigan in his other hand and pushed it into his hands.
"Fine," he groused, "I'll shag you to death, come here." He tore back his warm blankets for the intrusion of Sirius' cold-arse feet and colder everything else.
"No, our room—it'll be worth it—come on Moony." Sirius was trying to dress him. He was so impatient; rolling up the cardigan to fix his arms into the sleeves.
"If I seal you in there, I won't tell Prongs where you are for a fortnight," Remus swore. "I'll only bring you food if you get on your knees and beg."
"Fair trade." Sirius was wiggling the already warm sweater up Remus' arms and pushing it towards his head. It smelt like chocolate and he couldn't imagine what charm Padfoot had used to do this, but he'd clearly been saving it for just this moment. He sighed lovingly at his bastard.
Remus walked at a zombie shuffle but Padfoot kept pulling him and squeezing the straps of his bag eagerly. Remus was doing a terrible job of faking staying annoyed at him when the door opened and they slipped inside.
"Close your eyes." Sirius clutched his bag to his chest like a lifeline.
"Give me a hint," Remus pleaded. He wasn't going to make this easy; he'd still been woken up on a school night!
Sirius tapped his fingers in concentration as though trying to figure out how to do that without giving it away. "Old fashioned dress robes, bit of a tradition I'm going to turn on its head! Eyes, shut!"
Remus was too curious not to comply, scrunching them closed as he tried to understand. He'd only ever heard of those.
"Open up!" Padfoot cheered.
The dress was scarlet red and fit him terribly. The shoulders sagged right off to bunch around his hairy armpits and was meant for a much more voluptuous chest with a plunging neckline down to his navel, even if Sirius's rather toned frame kept it from slipping right down as it hung a bit lopsided. It was far too long for him, the material clinging all along his stomach and most of his arse far lower than it was designed to hang, bunching up in odd places. His long legs the reason it flared into something more like a skirt it fanned around so much. What it did show off looked amazing, every muscle contracting beautifully under the soft material where it clung. He tried to do a little spin but his feet caught on the long hem, showing off more of his backside at an angle as he stumbled in a very un-Padfoot-like manner.
Remus choked with uncontrollable laughter. Every time he tried to control it, he just started laughing even harder until he found himself falling to the floor and rolling, tears running down his eyes.
Sirius beamed and flopped down beside him. Remus let out a little shriek as his hysterics continued.
"I do not get to hear you laughing like this enough." He rubbed his face against his quaking stomach as Remus started to calm himself.
It almost hurt to clear his throat, but he forced himself. "That's a Muggle dress, love."
"I got that." He rolled his eyes. "And?"
"And ah—" He didn't want to insult him, but the giggles were still slipping out. "Women wear them, Padfoot."
"Oh." His eyes widened in surprise as he looked down. "Glad I showed you first. Bit of a tradition for my family to wear them when we come of age, but I wanted to try something new even if tonight's ceremony is axed. This makes sense now. The cashier gave me this bizarre look and I thought I was doing the Muggle money wrong." He considered for a moment and then made a huffy noise. "Thought it made my ass look good, still might keep it." There was a heavy note of defiance in his voice. If Remus wasn't very careful what he said next, Sirius would waltz down the corridors in that, and hex every half-blood and muggleborn in sight if they dared react. He'd perceive it as a challenge, and his arse would get detention for life. As Remus ran his hand lovingly over said pert bum it almost seemed worth it, their school robes were tame in comparison.
Sirius' mistake had been genuine, the dresses he'd seen pureblood witches wear were far more flowy and very conservative, with high necklines. Sirius had clearly been under the impression when he found this thing that he was mixing up old school dress robes and some new, more daring style. It even had a bit of lace on the fringe, he saw as Sirius kicked the the pooling material around.
Tears clung to his scruff a bit. Almost speaking levelly, Remus said, "Maybe, just for me then?" He squeezed lovingly, and Sirius grinned. "Please, for the love of Merlin, let me come next time! I've seen Muggles, both blokes and birds, wearing these things called bell bottoms. Works just as well, though I still don't think I could ever let you wear them around anyone but me too."
"A fair trade I suppose." Sirius sighed, before his eyes brightened mischievously. "No worries Moony, my full moon is only ever on display for you."
Remus pinched where his hand still was, making his boyfriend yelp loud enough to hide his next snort of mirth so Remus could just simply tell him, "Happy Birthday."