A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Word Count: 1155

"Seriously, how can you not see it? He stares are you every time you look away," Peter squeaked. Remus sighed.

"He's only doing that because he's waiting for me to burst out in a fur coat and destroy the whole restaurant. I mean, just because I'm a were doesn't mean I don't enjoy a good omelet."

"No, it's not that. I mean, I've seen hunters looking at you before, waiting to see what happens. They're always tense. One hand on their blade. This guy, no he's different, Remus. He's got both hands on the table, no weapons I can see."

"Are you sure he's even a hunter then, Peter?" Remus asked boredly. This happened every time he and Peter tried eating somewhere new. Peter was obsessed with fulfilling his duty to guard Remus from anyone who wanted to bring him harm. The fact Remus was a werewolf, part of a long line of werewolves, and werewolf hunting was currently a very in demand job, didn't escape Peter's logic.

"He's wearing a black leather trench, has long black hair, pierced ears."

"None of that means he's a hunter, Peter," Remus muttered, taking a drink of his hot chocolate.

"No, but the star around his neck does," Peter finally said. Remus glanced over Peter's shoulder to the man he was describing. Everything Peter had said about him was true. The only thing Peter had left out was just how handsome this latest hunter was.

"Maybe we should go," he finally stated, setting down his drink. Peter shook his head.

"Why? We're not doing anything and he's not doing anything. Other than undressing you with his dark eyes," he added. Remus felt his face flush.

"In that case, we really should leave before he figures out I'm a were and decides that no matter how attractive he might find me, I'm his worst enemy," Remus stated, standing. He nodded to the waitress who happily poured his drink into a to go cup. Remus grabbed it, knowing he'd have to walk past this new hunter to get to the door. He and Peter were nearly to the door when Remus tripped over something, sending his cup of hot chocolate flying. It bounced off the table, popping the lid off and straight into the hunter's lap. The man rose, drink pouring off his coat.

"Hot chocolate?" he asked, staring at Remus, who was torn between wanting the floor to swallow him up or managing to escape out the door. Peter had already managed to disappear. He was a bit of a rat sometimes, especially when things started to turn.

"Um, yeah," Remus muttered, looking down at the tiled floor. He wondered who the genius who thought pumpkin and white was a good combination for a cafe floor. That shade of orange just looked garish under the yellow lights.

"Is it any good here?" the man asked. Remus blinked. Peter had been right, this hunter was strange. He was wearing the hunter medallion around his neck, it was a silvery star with a portrait of the one of the first hunters, a man by the name of Winchester, in the center.

"Um, yeah, it's pretty good," Remus replied, his manners keeping him from running away. It was polite to answer a person's questions.

"I'll have to give it a try if I decide to stick around this town. It's a bit quaint for my tastes, what do people do for fun around here?" he asked.

"There's bingo on Fridays at the church, if you like that sort of thing, I mean..."

"No night life then? No dancing?" the hunter asked hopefully.

"The Potters' barn. The son, James, throws wild parties whenever his parents are out of town. Lots of dancing, loud music, drinking," Remus replied, wondering where this conversation was going. Hunters weren't known for making small talk, they were known for shooting first and then, if the person survived, asking questions.

"Great! That sounds like something I should check out. I'm Sirius by the way," he stated. Remus nodded.

"Remus," he muttered. If Sirius didn't already suspect he was a were, his stupid clan name would give it away.

"Remus. Strong, old fashioned, everything you'd expect from a man like yourself. Now, if my brother were here, you'd be dead already. Mum was a real winner about finding prey, Reggie takes after her in that regard."

"You're not going to kill me?" Remus asked in disbelief.

"No reports of live stock being ravaged, no mysterious deaths, no influx of weres in the time you've lived here. You keep to yourself, playing bingo at a church. No, you're not currently a threat."

Remus stared at Sirius. A hunter who thought things through? He'd never heard of such a thing.

"Now, that could change, I mean, weres can go bad. I think staying here a bit, making sure you don't sounds like it would be in my best interest. In the mean time, I think we should get to know each other, make sure I'm getting the full story?" Sirius suggested. Remus nodded, gulping loudly. A hunter and were getting to know each other, becoming friends? His mind ignored the fact he wanted more than just that, ignored the fact Sirius was the most attractive man he'd ever met. He was the sort of man who would protect his own, and Remus wanted that to be himself.

"What did you have in mind?" he asked.

"When's the next one of Potter's parties?" Sirius asked.

"Tuesday," Remus answered. He'd only gone once at Peter's urging to get out more. He wasn't a party kind of guy, he had a feeling Sirius was though.

"Great! How about we meet here, have a bite and then head there?" Sirius suggested. "Or I could come to bingo with you on Friday?"

Remus thought about Sirius sitting in the church's hall, decked out in his leather and silver. He could almost hear the tongues of the little church ladies wagging.

"No! Tuesday sounds perfect, it's a date," he said quickly. Sirius nodded, flashing Remus a smile, revealing his canines were a smidge longer than they should be. Remus stared at him, his mouth falling open.

"Like I said, I'm different from my family, Remus. Very different, you still interested?" Sirius asked. Remus smiled.

"More than before," he answered. Sirius nodded sweeping from the cafe, past the door that said 'welcome' and into the night. Remus laughed. A hunter who was also a vampire? A vampire who was interested in him? A man who could understand Remus' life, his problems. Yes, he was more than interested in going to Potter's party with this newcomer. For once, he was glad Peter had abandoned him, who knew what would have happened if he had stuck around?

"Tuesday," he whispered, smiling as he headed out himself, wondering if he should buy something new to wear to the party, maybe something leather?