A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Assignment #9, Ballroom Dancing - Task #3 - Dancing the Quickstep on Candyman by Christina Aguilera:Write about a charming smoothtalker.

Word count: 476

Warning: some minor sexual language

Remus glanced at the list in his hand. The parchment was covered in sprawling letters. He sighed. This was the stupidest bet he'd ever lost. Who knew Sirius would look so good in that skirt? Remus smiled, thinking about that image for a moment. Sirius had looked amazing in the black leather skirt, his Gryffindor tie, and nothing else.

Maybe losing the bet wouldn't have been so bad if it wasn't for the fact he now had to do Sirius' mum's grocery shopping. Walburga's list was nearly three feet long, in hard to read cursive. As if that wasn't bad enough, Remus was forced to hall it all back to Grimmauld place in a two wheeled trolley with the Black family crest stitched onto the front.

"Seriously, who needs two bottles of prune juice," he muttered, walking through the grocery. He could hear someone laughing. Turning around, he saw no one, that didn't mean anything.

"Did you really follow me, Sirius? Because siriously, if you did, just to laugh at me, you're a git," Remus stated.

"Sorry to disappoint you, love, but I'm not my brother," Regulus replied, stepping out from behind a display of canned peaches.

"I am not your love," Remus muttered.

"And we both know you're lying to yourself, Moony. Sirius is only in love with one person, himself."

"That's not true. Here, help me with this stupid list. She's your mum after all."

"I don't remember that being in the terms of the bet," Regulus smirked. Remus sighed.

"I don't remember it not being there either," he countered. Regulus laughed loudly. "Besides, I can't even read half of this. I swear, I think your mum writes in code."

"She does, or didn't Sirius mention that?" Regulus asked, grabbing the list from Remus and looking it over. "How about I read it, you find the whatever, and we call it even?"

"I'm going to still have to be the one pulling this idiotic trolley, won't I?'

"Yes, but Remus, remember, Mum's a witch who doesn't like to do a lick of hard work if she doesn't have to, think she'd really not have put some charms on this stupid thing? Touch the right hand corner of the handle," Regulus said. Remus obeyed and found that the trolley was now much lighter and easier to pull.

"Feather weight charm?"

"Feather weight charm," Regulus confirmed. "Now, let's get Mum's shopping done, you bring it home, Sirius makes some stupid remark about something and we hook up in his bed when he's out doing Merlin knows what?"

"You're a git, Regulus."

"True, but you might find I can be your git, if the price is right?" Regulus teased, reading the next item on the list. Remus couldn't help but agree, maybe Sirius only did care about Sirius? And what would one night with Regulus really hurt?