Chapter Three: Tarts and Chocolate
Rating: Teen
Word count: 821
Summary: Remus is jealous when a girl approaches Sirius and steals his attention away.
A/N: R/S slash is strongly hinted in this chapter. It's a start! The writing style changes slightly and the reader gets an image of what goes on in Remus' mind.

"Sirius! Hello," someone was calling Sirius. A female someone was calling Sirius. Remus looked around, and his eyes made contact with a girl who was waving her arms so rapidly it was a wonder she didn't take off in flight. "Oooh, whadya bring?" She said skipping over to the boys, well, more likely Sirius. Remus recognized this girl as Briar Conway, a sixth-year Gryffindor.

"Let me show you," he said, giving her his famous charming grin. In Remus' opinion the girl didn't deserve the grin. He folded his arms, and glared as Sirius produced a stack of cups. He poured her a cup of what Remus assumed was Firewhisky, but he couldn't be sure, "For the lovely lady." He handed her the glass and she giggled feverishly.

'Lovely my arse,' Remus thought.

She took a step towards him and looked up. She had a surprised look on her face that spelled 'bad acting'. "Ooh, look Sirius," she pointed above, "we're under the mistletoe."

Remus waited for Sirius to walk away from her and not give her a second glance. He stood there smugly, waiting for the tart, which she so obviously was, to get rejected.

Sirius looked up at the mistletoe then grinned … again, "Looks like you are the first lucky lady to receive a kiss from yours truly," said Sirius as arrogantly as ever.

Remus gripped the table, his knuckles turning white, as he watched Sirius give Briar a kiss. Well, kiss was an understatement. She pretty much sucked his face off; it was like some one put a Superstick charm on her lips. Okay, Remus was exaggerating a little bit, but still.

"You alright, Moony?" Remus was startled by the hand that was laid on his shoulder. Remus forced himself to pry his eyes away from Sirius and the tart.

"I'm alright, Prongs," he said, lying through his teeth, "It's just my furry little problem is coming soon."

"Well, you should get some rest then," James said as he poured two glasses of the assumed Firewhisky. He gave James a confused stare, "One's for Lily. Not that she'll drink it or anything, but common courtesy … you know." He raised his drink at Remus and disappeared into the crowd.

Remus turned back to Sirius and, much to his displeasure, the tart was still there. It seemed as if they were in a full out conversation. Remus wondered how one could have a conversation with someone who was a complete air-head. He glared daggers at her. The way she smiled at him and pushed her boobs out was sickening.

After an infinite amount of time, Sirius removed himself from the flirtatious clutches of She-Who-No-Longer-Deserved-A-Name and returned to the snack table.

Remus silently gloated as the girl pouted and sulked away.

"Charming girl, really," Remus couldn't help but notice the hint of sarcasm in Sirius' voice.

"Indeed."

"Couldn't stop talking about me, that one," Sirius said as he grabbed a chocolate bar from the table. He took a bite of the chocolate bar, and watched the crowd.

Remus stared at Sirius' lips. Those succulent lips, covered in chocolate. Remus would have loved to taste those lips.

"Want a bar?"

He could just imagine himself melting on Sirius' lips, just like the chocolate. All he had to do was –
"Remus did you just hear what I said?" Remus was being rudely pulled from his fantasy. "I just asked if you wanted a chocolate bar." Sirius dangled a chocolate bar in front of Remus' face.

"What? Oh … sure!" he said as he quickly grabbed the chocolate bar.

"Moony, you alright?"

"Just feeling a bit under the weather," Remus said as he took a bite of his chocolate. "The moon is nearly full."

"Moon, do you want to go rest?" concern was evident in Sirius' voice, "If you want, I can take you back to the common room. You know, just say you had a bit too much to drink."

Remus though about the situation, and it sounded quite tempting. He pictured himself alone with Sirius in the common room. Sirius and he sitting on a couch together by the fire, their bodies pressed together. A shiver of pleasure ran up his spine.

"No, I'm ok Sirius," the word came out of his mouth uncontrolled, "I'm fine. I'll stay at the party." Remus could have kicked himself for saying that. Maybe he was scared of what would happen.

"Oh, alright then," Sirius said. Did Remus detect a hint of disappointment in Sirius' voice? Was his friend actually looking forward to being alone with him?

"Maybe I'll go up in a little bit. I wouldn't want anything weird happening. Always better to be safe than sorry."

Sirius' face twitched into a little smile, "Alright, suit yourself. Here, have another bar."

Remus caught the bar the Sirius tossed at him, and took a satisfied bite. Finally, things were turning out for the better.