Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling. This story is merely my way of saluting her. I do not own any of these characters; I just manipulate their thoughts.

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Step 7: Seduce your Wolf

"Could either of you fill me in on what the hell happened last night?" James asked, not looking at either Sirius or Remus.

Sirius shrugged. "Nothing happened."

"Yeah, don't know what you're talking about," Remus said.

"Does that mean you just tripped and fell on his kisser? Tell me that's what happened," James pleaded.

"Yes, that's what happened. I apologized and now it's all back to normal," Sirius said nonchalantly.

"Keep it that way. Please, keep it that way…"

Sirius made sure to sit next to Remus in his classes instead of James. James conveniently looked over that, talking loudly with Peter so he could avoid Sirius and Remus.

Smiling:

Transfiguration with Professor McGonagall was going along swimmingly with books, parchments, quills, and ink. Anytime Remus glanced at Sirius, Sirius smiled. Remus would smile back warmly, his licorice wand hanging off one corner of his mouth. Of course, after the tenth time, Remus was more than slightly puzzled and he put his quill down forcefully.

"What?" he hissed.

Sirius shrugged, grinning.

"Do you want one?" Remus asked in confusion, holding out a stick of licorice.

"Sure," Sirius said, smiling as he took it.

Remus went back to his notes. After a few minutes, he glanced at Sirius again. Glanced at Sirius' smiling lips. He rolled his eyes. "Now what do you want?"

Sirius shrugged, grinning.

Remus rolled his eyes. He studiously ignored Sirius as he scribbled away on his paper. But studiously ignoring Sirius was not going to make Sirius ignore Remus. Remus felt a nudge on his elbow and he absently glanced up. At Sirius' damned smile.

"What the f –" Remus started saying.

"Mr. Black and Mr. Lupin, eyes to the front. You can have your little lover's spat after class," Professor McGonagall called out sharply.

That wiped the smile off of Sirius' face and put one on Remus'.

Smiling: Works to an extent.

Smiling seductively:

Trust Sirius to try this in Potions. Professor Slughorn was making his rounds, sniffing this and waving his hand at that. Remus and Sirius were working together over one cauldron. Remus was doing everything in his power to stop Sirius from blowing them up to kingdom come.

"Sirius," Remus muttered fiercely as he stopped the mangled tail of gray rat from falling into the cauldron. He threw the useless ingredient into the waste bucket disgustedly. He turned to glare at Sirius.

Sirius turned on his seductive smile, lowering his lashes and cocking a corner of his lip up slightly. Remus blinked, looking away quickly.

Sirius started stirring the cauldron, throwing caution to the wind. Remus grabbed the ladle out of Sirius' hand, growling. "Please, read the instructions," he said, frowning at Sirius.

Again with the smile. Remus stared for a moment longer this time, confused. Then he looked back at the bubbling pot.

"Not bad, Mr. Lupin. A tad bit too green and it smells a bit fishy, but other than that, good job. Not saying much for you, Mr. Black," Professor Slughorn said.

"Yes, no thanks to Mr. Black," Remus muttered as the professor walked away. He narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips, looking at Sirius in contempt.

There was the smile again. Remus' eyes widened and his mouth relaxed. Then came a wink. Remus felt an unconscious smile growing on his face. He winked back.

Smiling seductively: Success.

Touching:

Shoulders seemed kind of pointless to Sirius, but he still tried. Herbology was a good class to try this with. At least he could move around in the greenhouses. Although the snow was a foot deep, the greenhouse was warm and humid. Remus was idly pulling his sprouts when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up languidly at Sirius. "What?" he asked.

"Just wondering how far you got," Sirius said.

"This is taking bloody forever. So, not far at all," Remus grumbled, returning to his stubborn sprouts.

"Alright," Sirius said, giving Remus' shoulder a squeeze.

Sirius returned to his seat, his thoughts moving rapidly. Shoulders were much too neutral. With girls, the small of their backs seemed to do the trick. Sirius decided to try it. So the next time Remus got up to get two more pots, Sirius walked with him. He eyed Remus' back, noting the oh so subtle hint of arse against the school robes. He casually placed his hand against Remus' back, applying even pressure.

"Hmm?" Remus asked, glancing at Sirius.

Sirius shrugged. He applied more pressure on Remus' back, essentially guiding him to the bench with pots arranged neatly on them. Remus smiled abashedly and Sirius noticed the faint blush growing. He grinned in wonder, stepping closer to Remus until their legs brushed. When he felt Remus stiffen, he stepped away quickly. Remus frowned at Sirius disconcertedly. Sirius held back his surprised gasp when he felt Remus step closer, making their legs touch more forcefully.

"Oh?" Sirius asked devilishly.

Apparently, Remus had just realized that he was pressed against Sirius. He pulled away and tried to look nonchalant. "What?" he asked, picking up the pots in his hands.

"I didn't say anything," Sirius said, sauntering back to his seat. Remus took a moment to clear his mind before returning to his lab bench.

Small of the back worked very well, indeed. Sirius shifted on his stool, his knee touching Remus' thigh gently. Remus fumbled with his wand, glancing Sirius with narrowed eyes. Sirius appeared to be too engrossed in his potting to notice Remus. Remus moved his leg away from Sirius as he tried to concentrate. Sirius bit his lip to keep from smiling as he shifted further, pressing himself against Remus from hips to knees. Remus shivered at the innocent touch, his mind dizzying and his eyes growing unfocused. Sirius felt the tremor and wondered how far he could take this before Remus blew up. He casually reached over and felt the soil in Remus' pot with his fingers. As he pulled back, he brushed his hand against Remus' knuckles – no once, but thrice. Remus closed his eyes in an attempt to distract his body from reacting to Sirius.

Sirius dropped his hand onto Remus' thigh.

Remus tumbled off his stool.

Touching: Must do MORE OFTEN.

Fiddling with hair:

Girls always find it so romantic with boys brush a strand of hair away from their faces. Unfortunately for Sirius, Remus didn't have strands of hair to brush away. His light brown hair was always brushed neatly and it was much too short to fall in his face. Sirius pondered his next course of action when snow fell. Perfect.

Hogsmeade weekend was here and last-minute Christmas shopping was going at full force. James, Peter, Sirius and Remus were trudging up the embankment with the rest of the school, straggling back at the edges of the crowd. Snow was falling all around them, not thick enough to blind, but not light enough to melt away.

The snow glazed Remus' hair. Sirius smiled under his scarf, bringing up his gloved hand. Then he frowned at his gloved hand. He wrenched the glove off, shoving it in his pocket. He brought up his ungloved hand and brushed the snow off of Remus' hair. Remus' looked up at Sirius with curious eyes. Sirius smiled, but all Remus could see were the crinkled and amused eyes peeking out from under the pile of winter clothes. Sirius ran his freezing fingers through Remus' damp hair. Remus pulled his scarf down, uncovering his nose and mouth. "It's just going to get snowed on again," he said with a small grin.

Sirius stumbled at the sight of Remus' pink cheeks and wet lips. His fingers tightened around the roots of Remus' hair. Remus noticed the amused eyes dilating rapidly. "Oh," was all he could say before Sirius tugged off his own scarf and pulled Remus hair. Remus gasped as his head fell back and Sirius's warm lips cascaded into his mouth. Remus closed his eyes lightly, feeling the lips move like water, dripping into his mouth. Sirius' fingers were tangling helplessly into Remus' hair. Remus was too caught up in the kiss to consider moving closer. So he moaned in surprise when he felt Sirius' body pressing against his. The chilled wind blew at them, but they didn't feel it as their hot breaths came together.

"This is not back to normal."

Remus laughed into Sirius' mouth. He opened his eyes and glanced at James' defeated face. Sirius had just parted Remus' mouth and dragged his tongue along Remus'. The two groaned simultaneously and Remus closed his eyes again, wrapping his arms around Sirius' neck and arching up.

"Please, stop."

Sirius made a determined growl of negation. Remus couldn't make a sound as Sirius rolled his tongue against Remus' cheeks. Sirius felt his hair being wrenched painfully as Remus tried to hold onto his senses.

"Are you trying to make me hurl?"

Remus was on his tiptoes now, trying to match Sirius' fervor. His fingers danced against Sirius' hair. The black silk ribbon that held Sirius' hair in place was pulled free and it fell to the snowy ground. Remus had finally managed to push Sirius' tongue out of his mouth. He pushed his in, gasping at Sirius' taste. His hands bunched Sirius' hair in anticipation and his tongue lapped into Sirius' mouth.

"We're leaving… Now."

Remus and Sirius nodded in acknowledgement. If the kiss could get any deeper, it did. Both tongues moved rapidly in and out of each other's lips. Sirius had to use all his strength to keep from falling backwards into the snow as Remus pushed into him. Remus had to use all his strength to stop from ripping Sirius' clothes off. With a burst of exhilaration, the two boys crushed together with hard, demanding lips and a flurry of hands before pulling apart. Remus leaned his head against Sirius' shoulder, trying to catch his breath. Sirius pressed his cheek against Remus' hair, a handsome grin on his face.

"That doesn't count," Remus gasped, trying to still his racing heart.

"What? Why not?" Sirius asked indignantly, running his fingers down Remus' hair.

"Because you can't just kiss me."

"There are rules?"

"Well, yeah! You're supposed to seduce me into kissing you, not kiss me into kissing you."

"It's all the same to me," Sirius murmured.

"I'll kiss you. Don't kiss me."

"Hardly seems fair."

"Seduction is never fair."

Fiddling with hair: Works better for Sirius than Remus.

Sweet talk:

Girls love sweet talk, how much different could wolves be?

"Well, aren't you looking snappy today?"

"Hmm, thanks, I think so too."

Compliments on looks were good.

"Great form on that broom."

"Really? James said it was crap."

Insincere compliments were not so good.

"Hell, you got Outstanding? Prick."

"Thanks!"

Jealous gripes were good.

"Three Broomsticks at five?"

"Sure."

Dates were good.

"Shall I compare thee to a midsummer's day?"

"Nope. But thanks for trying."

Spouting Shakespeare was not so good.

"Got you some chocolate frogs."

"Aw, thanks!"

Chocolates were good.

"How about that game, huh?"

"Meh."

Talking about things your wolf is not interested about was not so good.

"Those Crugs were a pain in the neck."

"Did you know Crugs can stay underground for…"

Talking about things your wolf is interested about was good. Even if you aren't in the slightest mood to listen to him.

Sweet talk: Needs practice.

Not knowing what the hell you did:

Like this time…

"She said yes!" James shouted as he hurtled up the stairs into the dorm room.

"What?" Sirius exclaimed, jumping off of his bed.

"She said yes!"

Sirius laughed in wonderment, thumping James on the back with enthusiasm. "Don't fucking blow it," he said.

James sighed dreamily. "She likes me," he said, falling backwards onto the mattress with a glazed look in his eyes.

"Of course she does. I knew she did," Sirius said, winking at Remus.

Remus watched James and Sirius converse rapidly, a soft smile on his lips.

And this time…

The first Quidditch game after the snow was between Slytherin and Hufflepuff. Gryffindor was content cheering for anyone but the Slytherins, even if the Hufflepuffs were total pants at flying. The score was at eighty and ten for the Slytherins. The race of the Snitch began.

The Hufflepuff Seeker was winded in two minutes of chasing after the elusive Snitch. The Slytherin Seeker was right on the tail of the golden ball, following its every twists and dives with precision. As they neared the Gryffindor bleachers, the Snitch decided that it was a good idea to stop. The Seeker grinned as he easily captured the stalled Snitch in his fingers. The crowd erupted with loud boos and hisses.

Regulus searched the crowd of Gryffindors. He caught sight of Sirius and hesitancy filled his eyes. Sirius shrugged and smiled weakly. Regulus gave a hint of a wink, turning his broom around and hurtling back to the ground towards his teammates with the Snitch held tightly in his hand.

Remus touched Sirius' shoulder, a soft smile on his lips.

Or that time…

Sirius stretched his arms above his head, groaning tiredly. "I can't do this anymore," he said, grumpiness making his voice whiny.

Remus sighed. "If you had paid attention in Charms, you wouldn't have to," he said, flipping through the parchments that were scattered on Sirius' bed. Thanks to the silencing charm, the other boys in the dorm weren't awakened by Sirius and Remus' midnight study session.

"I'm so tired," Sirius complained, pouting.

"Just one more hour. Besides, I'm not the one who is about to fail the test," Remus said, finding the paper he was looking for and shoving it into Sirius' hand.

They sat under the canopied bed, Remus pulling out notes he thought Sirius should read and Sirius jerking awake every two minutes as he tried to study and sleep at the same time. Remus rolled his eyes. "Fine, I'll wake you up," he muttered, crawling over the books and paper to sit alongside Sirius. Sirius blinked groggily at Remus. Remus ran his fingers down Sirius' arm, wrapping them around Sirius' hand. Sirius smiled, tightening his fingers. "Awake yet?" Remus asked, using his free hand to wave the parchments in front of Sirius' face. Sirius nodded. He slipped his fingers out of Remus' grasp. He pulled Remus' arm up and draped it over his shoulder. Sirius sighed, nuzzling against Remus' chest as one arm circled around Remus' back and another over his stomach.

"I said you needed to wake up, not sleep," Remus whispered.

"Too late," Sirius murmured, drawing his legs up and curling them on top of Remus' legs. "Too late…"

"Sirius, wake up," Remus said.

"I won't fail."

"Well, if you're planning on sleeping, I need to get to my bed."

"Sleep here. I don't mind," Sirius mumbled, his arms squeezing Remus weakly. "Stay."

Remus dropped his free hand on Sirius' hair, brushing it back gently. "Okay," Remus whispered, a soft smile on his lips.

And this time…

"Hi, Sirius," Bonnie said flirtatiously, sitting down next to him in the Great Hall.

"Hey," Sirius said with his usual grin.

"So, I was wondering… We are having a party in our common room tonight. Did you want to come?" she asked through her lowered lashes.

"Hmm… Really? Ravenclaw common room? Always wanted to see it," Sirius said thoughtfully.

"Oh sure, I'll give you the whole tour," Bonnie said playfully, running her finger up Sirius' arm.

"The whole tour, huh?"

"Of course. You'll be our guest," she said, smothering him with a teasing look. She leaned in conspicuously, her cheek pressed against his. "My guest," she whispered into his ear.

Sirius smiled as she pulled away. "And what does being your guest entail?" he asked, wondering how much he could wheedle out of her.

"The question should be," Bonnie said elusively, "what doesn't it entail…"

That left absolutely nothing for the imagination. The Gryffindor table was silent, listening to the conversation with amusement and nervousness. Remus was sitting on the other side of Sirius, refusing to look up. He was stabbing his vegetables with fury. His fellow Gryffindors glanced from Remus to Sirius to Bonnie, anxious to see the outcome.

"Not subtle, are you?" Sirius asked, oblivious that everyone at his table could hear the conversation.

"You know me, Black. When have I ever been subtle with you?"

"Tempting…"

"Would you like a preview?"

A fork clattered noisily on a plate. "No, he wouldn't," Remus growled. He spun Sirius around on the bench and punched him in the jaw. An ominous crack sounded as Sirius felt the pain shooting from his teeth to his head. He blinked back the stars and he felt himself falling backwards. He didn't fall for long before he was yanked by the tie and pulled back up. He found himself staring at Remus' furious eyes. Remus mashed his lips against Sirius, ignoring the painful groan Sirius gave out. Sirius tried to push Remus away but Remus wouldn't budge. He bit down on Sirius' bottom lip, eliciting a gasp. He took everything Sirius had and demanded more. Sirius caved in, his hands wrapped around Remus' neck as he sunk into the kiss. Remus calmed down considerably as Sirius started to kiss back. He breathed out, gently caressing Sirius' jaw and running fingers through his hair. After a minute of soft, open-mouthed kisses they broke apart. Remus' hand was still touching Sirius' bluing jaw.

"I – er… Sorry," he said, searching Sirius' eyes.

"You – you just – you broke my jaw!"

"I know. I said I'm sorry," Remus muttered, looking away.

"You kissed me?"

Remus didn't answer.

"You were jealous?"

Remus bit his lip.

"Does this mean you want to be my boyfriend?"

Remus glanced up at Sirius. "I – um…"

"Yes?"

Remus shrugged. "I guess."

"What the hell just happened?" Bonnie asked loudly, breaking the trance the table seemed to be in. The Gryffindors hooted and thumped the table, laughing in excitement as Sirius pulled Remus into another breathtaking kiss.

Not knowing what the hell you did: Works like a charm.