SiriusRemus

Loony for Moony

Disclaimer: credit to JK Rowling.

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There were several things that needed doing that day. And for once, Sirius was looking forward to a potions lesson.

They needed to get Frank in on the plan.

Sirius needed to out-do Snivellus at potions.

Frank needed to be flirted with.

And Remus had to give a reaction.

The brown haired man made a weird hand movement and put his jam toast down. "Let me get this straight, you have a plan called Loony for Moony, in which you have to get Remus to fall in love with Sirius, who is already in love with Remus."

"Can we not use that word?" the Black asked. "I fancy him, ok?"

The three gave him sarcastic looks.

"Fine…retards."

Frank continued. "And your first plan, which was given to you by Remus, is to awe him with Sirius' wonderful potion skills- which I have to see- and then flirt with me to make him jealous?"

Peter looked up through big blue eyes, one hand folded behind him and holding the other. "We hate to bother you…but we didn't know who else to trust. Do you mind?"

James and Sirius waited patiently. They weren't so good at acting sweet and innocent.

"I guess I could help…" Frank said, smiling a little. "You guys are my friends, and I was pretty damn oblivious not to notice it before."

"What do you mean?" Sirius asked."

"Well, you two are constantly flirting, no? And whenever we're on a Hogsmade visit, you spend all your money on him and he spends none of his own. And it's never 'where's James', it's always 'where's Remmie'- I'll take this moment to point out that bizarre nickname."

James and Frank then engaged in a conversation about the list of reasons why it was obvious, and seemed to have no intention of stopping any time soon.

Sirius sighed. "Whatever, I'm off. I told Remmie I'd take him something back with me."

The other three were grinning at him.

"Oh, shut up," he snapped, grabbing a piece of chocolate bread off the table and storming off, hoping no one would notice his heated face.

Luckily, he got to the common room without many accusations. He found Remus lying on the sofa, a book covering his face and one hand still holding onto it, the other hand against his stomach. The robes were tatty and messy, as usual, and the sandy hair was loose, grey strands lost in the sand.

"Moons!" Sirius sang, sitting on the boy's lap. "Wakey-wakey!"

The boy sprang up, bringing his chest flush against Sirius' arm and his lips in line with Sirius' elbow. He kissed it playfully.

"You couldn't think of a better way to wake me up than sitting on me?"

A thought of the many, many ways in which to wake someone up flashed through Sirius' mind.

"Of course, but I doubt you'd want me attempting any of them in the common room," he said with a wink. "Now, I brought you chocolate bread. Eat up."

Remus did his classic eye roll, but grabbed the food and shoved it in his mouth anyway, eating hungrily. Sirius smiled as he watched boy, a small ponytail that barely held back any of the sandy hair. A scar running down the boy's jaw, across pale skin, and amber eyes that would flicker green or yellow every now and then.

A window to his soul.

"What lesson do we have first?" Remus asked as he finished off his breakfast.

The taller of the two grinned. "Potions, dear Remmie."

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When he agreed to actually work with Remus, he forgot the fact the boy was pretty crap at practical potions. Brilliant at practical everything else, but he couldn't cook. While Sirius, he was brought up in the potions business. They had all sorts of weird and wonderful dark art potions.

He needed to make this potion go right at all costs.

"As we've been working with these materials for a while, I'll let you figure out which order they go in. There's three different potions you could make," Professor Slughorn said with a grin, looking at Snape. "I'm sure some of you will find it a piece of cake while others…well…" he looked at Remus. "Let's hope your partner can pull it out the bag, shall we?"

Grey eyes looked down at the werewolf. "Don't worry; I'll make sure it's right."

He smiled gratefully. "Thanks Pads…"

And they started, Sirius directing and correcting, while Remus followed the instructions perfectly. Remus did seem completely and utterly amazed by his friend. The Black looked over to two other occupants in the room.

Snivellus and Lily seemed to be arguing about something.

Ravenclaw boy and his girlfriend were too busy giving each other the eyes to notice anything.

Perfect.

"Hey, Padfoot, what next?" Remus asked, looking down at the last two ingredients: crushed mistletoe and gillyweed.

"Put in the gillyweed and wait for about…a minute before putting in the crushed mistletoe. I'll stir in the minute, because you can't just leave gillyweed to burn, it's a really sensitive thing, that's why I hate it so much."

Remus giggled and did as he was told.

As the black haired boy stirred the potion, Remus looked down at the book in front of him, skimming the words a little. "Don't you think a minute is too long? If it's heated too much gillyweed can explode."

"That's only if you put Choropleth in with it, other wise its fine."

Remus cringed. "Sirius…mistletoe is a plant."

"So…oh!" he grinned again. "Not to worry! I want that explosion."

"You want it?! I thought you were going to make this one work?"

"Trust me on this, Remmie. This is one explosion you want to see."

And with that, he picked up the tube with mistletoe in and emptied it slowly into the potion. The two marauders waited with fascination as the potion started to bubble before cooling, as if it was the eye of the hurricane, completely peaceful and cloudless.

And then it would explode.

It really was something you'd want to see if you were someone like them. It made a bizarre gagging like movement before erupting into the air. Sirius grinned as the brown potion turned into a brilliant red and splattered over the walls and ceiling, covering anything within three meters in the slime-like gunk. There were girlish screams and horrified sounds.

Sirius looked to Lily and Snivellus, both of them in red stuff. He then looked at Remus, who was laughing happily and pointing forward at Peter, who had turned around and got a face full of the stuff. Remus himself had red stains on his robes and shirt, a smear on his left cheek and it in his hair.

Looking down into what was left; Sirius proudly reached down and poked the crystallizing remains. He tapped Remus' shoulder and got the boy to look in.

The cauldron was lined with medium sized crystals that would sparkle many colours in the light they were given, and had a red stain to them. The shiny light played with Remus' face, which had lit up with awe and splendour, and somehow gave him a childlike look. Sirius had to refrain from jumping him there and then.

"I didn't expect this from you two, Mr. Black, Mr. Lupin! I imagined you might try, but to succeed? It is a bit messy, isn't it?"

Sirius grinned up at their teacher, who was looking very smug and happy with them.

"Ten points to Gryffindor for the both of you! Very well done, I'll remember that next time, Mr. Lupin!"

The boy was over the moon from the looks of things.

Hobbling off, the teacher busied about to check other people's potions hadn't got any of the stuff.

"What is it, Pads?" James asked, leaning across from the front.

"I have no idea. I just remember once being told that if you made it like that, there was an explosion. It's something like…mhotroxth, or some random unpronounceable word. It lets you breath in any situation like you would normally. It's meant to be good for asthmatics."

Remus was still absorbed by the crystals.

"You can make them into candy and sweet food to make them more pleasant, but you have to add an ingredient while it's bubbling, which lasts only a few seconds. But it tastes nasty otherwise."

James and Peter nodded, processed this, and then wore identical knowing smirks. "Never knew you were so impressive at potions, Padfoot."

"Yeah," Peter agreed. "I'm sure that would get someone's attention."

The boy flustered, planting his hands on his hips and flicking his hair. "I'm just awesome, that's all."

Remus made an agreeing sound in the back of his throat.

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The mastermind of the marauders was simply walking with a book. Reading the book, which was slightly dangerous, but he managed somehow. But he wasn't being mean, or playing any pranks, or even planning anything, he was simply reading an innocent novel. So what did he do to deserve walking past his best friend when said male was chatting up their room mate?

Not that he cared. Sirius could chat anyone he liked up. If he so wished, he could chat Remus up. However, he wouldn't, because they're just best friends.

Though, that was being questioned on one party at the moment.

"Well, the Hogsmade weekend's coming up, I'm sure we could get to know each other better then," Frank said with a toothy grin, looking like every other girl who got to talk to the Sirius Black.

Said Black smirked and winked. "That, my dear friend, would be perfect. There's a lovely café that's just opened up, and it would be brilliant if you could be the first person to visit it with me."

"I'm sure it would."

Remus dropped his book, feeling a twitch coming on in his brow and his hand clench into a fist, boy hunching somewhat to try keep his anger inside.

"Oh! Remus!" Frank exclaimed, looking highly embarrassed and guilty, though he was still smiling. "I didn't see you there!"

"Hey Remmie," Sirius greeted with a grin. "You can be awfully quiet when you want to be."

The boy picked up his book. "Well, I was absorbed in my book. Something happened to make me jump. I didn't notice you either."

Sirius seemed fooled, but Frank didn't.

"Ah, it's ok," the brunet said. "We were…just talking about the Hogsmade visits."

"Remember that nice café we heard about?" Sirius asked his friend, grinning helplessly.

Remus folded his arms across his chest. "Sirius is coming with me to the next Hogsmade visit. We planned it yesterday."

"We did?"

"We did."

Frank lit up for a split second, before going to looking very downcast and rejected. "Oh…ok, I hope you guys have fun. Any where in particular you're going?"

"That nice café you were talking about."

"Really? Cool, I- err…hope you have a nice date," he said before nodding to Sirius. "Maybe next time."

As soon as he was gone, Remus exploded much like the potion. "What the hell was that?!"

"What the hell was what, dear Moony?" Sirius asked, knowing full well what the reaction meant.

"You…you…were you flirting with Frank?"

"You almost sound jealous, is something wrong?"

Remus backed up a little, clearing his throat. "I-I'm not jealous. Do what you want, I don't care."

"That, dear Remmie sounds more like a question than a fact."

Then, something else clicked in that busy mind. "Did…did Frank just tell us to have a nice date?!"

"Well, that new café is aimed at couples. I don't remember agreeing to anything, but it's lovely to know you want to go with me," the boy winked and rapped his knuckles once on Remus' head. "Catch you later, Remus."

And the marauders mastermind was left with his blank thoughts and a very pink face, innocent novel forgotten.

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"Prongs!" Sirius exclaimed when he got to the common room, out of breath and untidy. There was a group of them on the couch, including James and Peter who looked up. Frank was also one of them; he'd obviously gone back to the common room straight after he'd left. Sirius had taken the long way round, caught a Slytherin, given him a bat-boogy-hex and ran off with pure contentment.

"What's wrong?" the Potter asked.

Sirius danced over to the sofa and threw one arm around James' shoulder, the other around Peter's. "I have a date."

Frank chuckled. "Is that because of what I said, or because you agreed it?"

"Same difference. I also caught Georgie-Porgie on my way up and gave him a present. Of, wonderful days!"

Not a moment after he'd retreated to the dormitory, Remus came back in.

"Oh gods, is Paddy here? I have to tell you something!"

Some of the people who were sat down before got up, either because they didn't know what was going on, or they did and didn't want to be part of the Marauder's Romance Epic.

"What's up?" Peter asked when Remus said down.

"I have a date, with Paddy!" the boy whispered, the book he was holding clutched in his lap, face brightening at the words. "What about the guy he was trying to get?! The hot one- oh, I can't believe I was so stupid to let this happen!"

Frank grinned. "How do you know you weren't the 'hot guy'?"

Remus lit up like a bazillion watt light bulb and pointed to himself. "This is me we're talking about, ok? Nothing…hot about it."

"You never know, Padfoot might go for the grubby professor look?" James suggested. Remus glared fiercely. "If he did, that would totally make you a million miles away from top of the list."

"Maybe it's not a date, and I'm just paranoid," Remus reasoned to himself. "Yeah, that's it. I'm just paranoid, because you said it was- oh! I'm so sorry, you were meant to be having the date, not me- I'm such an idiot!"

Frank laughed nervously. "Ah…no, really. I'm going with a girl if I go on a date. Honestly."

Remus sighed in relief. "At least I didn't steal him off you…what am I say, I'm not stealing him off anyone, because then I'd have to be going on a date with him. And I'm not."

James rolled his eyes and stood. "You keep telling yourself that, Moony. I have to go see Padfoot about something."

Peter rose as well. "I have to go get something from the room…I'm kind of hungry."

Remus watched them desperately as they walked up the stairs, before turning to the last one there, who had suddenly turned into Lily Evans.

"Remus, I have something to ask of you. I need to get James to leave me alone, and I have come to only one option."

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Kitty: what's Lily's option? Where the hell am I going with this? Since when did I plan for them to have a date?

I know the answer to the first question, but no idea about the rest.

I figured, I'm going on holiday next week, so I'll update stuff. I was in the SBRL mood, yaah.

R+R

Ja ne

Kivea

Preview –

"I don't think so; remember what happened in first year during flying lessons?"

"Oh, come on Moons, have you ever seen me fall off a broom?"

"Yes."

"That was in second year when I was messy about, it's different now. I promise I won't let you fall."

"You owe me many, many bars of chocolate for this."

"That's my Remmie!"