Author's Note: Okay, here's my first ever Harry Potter story, and I hope I did alright. Ignore the fact that Padfoot and Wormtail would be there with them. Sorry if it's OC, I tried to keep it in character, but I might have failed. And, obviously, I don't own Harry Potter. If I did, would I really be here? Reviews are appreciated, only flame if you absolutely must, but sometimes it's necessary.
"SIRIUS ORION BLACK!!!"
That was the first thing I heard this morning. Worst wake-up call EVER!
Granted, we were in a rather... compromising position.
I suppose waking up naked next to your openly gay friend might be a bit of a shock for anyone. (Except maybe Snivellus. He'd just be happy he's finally getting some.)
And I suppose that if you had just spent the night as a werewolf, biting and scratching anything you can get your hands on, you might not be too happy to wake up in said position.
And...I suppose spiking your best-friend-who-just-happens-to-be-a-werewolf's drink with firewhiskey at dinner the night before the full moon might not have been the best idea.
But...
Moony does have a fantastic arse.