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A Glass Of Water And A Cup Of Tea

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Sirius sighs, a hand under his chin supporting his head, the other absently tapping the table.

"Why is he like this?" Peter asks, in a loud whisper to James, looking at Sirius as if he's a weird monkey on a zoo.

"That, my friend," James says, putting an arm around Peter's neck "is Sirius. But!" he says, lifting a finger "it's not your regular Sirius, no! This Sirius in particular is the one who found an ass he'd like to shove his dick in – or the other way around, I don't know which he prefers and, quite honestly, I don't want to know, I don't even understand why he prefers either, since we're talking about, well, dicks and arses. And the only dick I care about is mine, and the one ass is the lovely one I'm sitting on and the one belonging to one certain Miss Lily Evans-Future-Potter, and you have to admit, it's quite lovely, her arse, I mean-"

"Yeah, it is.." Peter says, nodding and looking away with a dreamy look.

"Hey," James takes his arm off Peter's shoulders, and says in a threatening tone "you don't have the right to talk about her lovely backside, or to look at it or even think about it." He presses a finger into Peter's chest "Only I can do that."

Peter gulps and nods quickly.

"What about telling her you're quite fond of her ass, trying to grope it and take pictures of it?" Sirius joins in "Can we do that as well or is that also something only you can do?"

James blushes quickly and shakes his head "You can't do that! Don't ever do that!"

"And how about making something fall so she bends down and you see her arse up? Can we do that?" Peter joins in.

"I said no looking!" James replies quickly, waving his arms "That appealing view is for my eyes only!"

"And don't give him ideas, Peter," Sirius says, looking at James slyly "He might actually try them out, and then get his 'lovely' arse kicked."

James lifts himself slightly, so he can put a hand on top of his trousers' back pocket, and turn on himself to look at it, raising his eyebrows "It's quite lovely, isn't it? My arse, I mean."

Peter frowns, at loss to what to say to that, and Sirius chuckles, rubbing his chin "Not exactly my type, mate."

"Please," James rolls his eyes "We all know it was my perfect physic that got you into man. Left you quite heartbroken with my eternal love to Evans, didn't I?"

"I'm afraid it's true," Peter shakes his head, with an exaggerated sad look "Sirius' heart will never find another."

"Ah!" James raises a hand, turning quickly to Sirius with a huge smirk "But he did find someone, didn't you, Sirius?" he wriggles his eyebrows "Not someone good enough to replace me, but.."

"As if it was possible to find someone like you, Potter," Sirius laughs bark like.

"Exactly my point!" James points at him now "But someone is distracting that tiny brain that you have! Otherwise we'd be talking about pranking that Snivellus bastard instead of what we're doing?"

"..But we- well, you – were feeding your ego, like usual. There's nothing different in that from what we usually do," Peter says.

"It's not feeding my ego," James says, acting offended "it's being honest!"

"We also ended up talking about Evans," Sirius adds, as if ignoring James.

"Yes," Peter plays along, "But when doesn't the conversation turn to Evans with James involved?"

"She's just so insisting in being always in my mind.." James says, sighing happily.

"Or about stalking Evans," Sirius says to Peter, keeping the act.

"It's not stalking, it's making sure she's safe and within my sight!" James butts in, frowning "I just worry about her all the time!"

"He does that like breathing, doesn't he?" Peter says, nodding at Sirius "On the other day I found new photographs in his apartment."

"Not again?" Sirius asks, faking a sigh. "I bet he hopes one day she'll sign them for him."

"Or actually let him take pictures."

"Hey, hey!" James moves his arms between the two of them "I'll shove all this in your faces once I have my wedding pictures with Evans! And she'll look absolutely stunning on her wedding dress and every time I'll look at her I'll have butterflies in my tummy." He says with a dreamy that now is associated to when he's thinking of Evans.

Peter pats his shoulder.

"You keep dreaming, mate," Sirius shakes his head, an amused smile gracing his lips, "you keep dreaming."

And when Sirius returns home, late at night, after enjoying a day off, the only thing he regrets is not managing to talk with the brown haired guy James was trying to figure out about.