Chapter One
"He's not a bad guy, you know," Remus said. "Not really. Just because you don't like him…"
"This is not dislike, Moony," said Sirius. "It's hatred."
Remus was sitting on the floor of the dormitory, next to Sirius' bed, where the latter was sitting with a half-finished essay. Peter was on his bed reading, and James was in the shower. They were in their sixth year at Hogwarts.
"He is a bit questionable, you know," said Peter matter-of-factly. "And I just know he's a dark wizard; just look at him! He knows so many curses it's terrifying. Even the other Slytherins don't like him, he's got to be really bad."
"Did it ever occur to you that the reason why the other Slytherins don't like him is because he isn't like them?" Remus retaliated.
"But you know!" said Peter. "He's been just as slimy and horrible since we first met him."
"I don't think he's a dark wizard," said Sirius.
"Thanks, Padfoot," said Remus a bit taken aback.
"I just think he's a prat. He deserves whatever is coming to him." Remus rolled his eyes. He grabbed a pillow that had fallen out of Sirius' bed and threw it at him. Now Sirius laughed. He put his essay down and lay down on his stomach. A hand reached over to caress Remus' shoulder, the other stroking his hair.
"Why do you care so much, anyway?" Sirius said, bringing his mouth close to Remus' ear. His breath tickled. "He's not much more civil to you than he is to us, and if he is it's only because you never say anything."
"Because there's nothing to say, Padfoot," said Remus. "I don't think Snape is at all as bad as everyone else seem to think. Get off, Sirius!"
Sirius had begun nibbling his earlobe lightly. "Why?" he whispered teasingly.
"Because I asked you to, that's why! Be serious, for once!" Remus pushed him off.
"I am serious," said Sirius, face suddenly straight. "I just don't give a rat's arse about old Snivelly. I'm perfectly serious about you…"
Remus laughed. "Sure you are."
Sirius grinned then. "Alright, so I'm not. Still, don't be so stiff. Play along a bit!"
"Not now, Padfoot," Remus smirked. "I'm breaking up with you. You may consider yourself officially dumped."
"You're no fun," Sirius grumbled and crossed his arms, a surly look on his face. Remus shook his head and laughed. Then he stood up and headed over to his own bed.
"Good night, guys," he said and pulled the curtains around the fourposter to get undressed.
"Good night," said Peter absentmindedly, his nose back in his novel. Sirius just shrugged and rolled over.
Remus lay down under his covers, listening as his roommates each went to bed. Sirius and James bantered about something unimportant, and Remus smiled to himself as he slowly drifted off to sleep.
A small sound roused him. He opened his eyes sleepily and sat up, and found that another person was sitting next to him on the bed looking at him. A few blinks, his eyes adjusting to the darkness, revealed the person to be Sirius.
"What are you up to, Padfoot?" he asked, frowning. Sirius shrugged.
"Couldn't sleep," he replied. "I was watching you sleep."
"Whatever for?"
"I like to watch you," said Sirius, edging a bit closer. He stroked Remus' cheek with his hand, and Remus shuddered.
"Sirius," he whispered. "Please, don't be like this…"
"Why not?"
"Because it's not right. You're not being fair to me." Remus removed Sirius' hand from his face and made to let go of it, but Sirius grabbed hold of his hand in turn and kissed the fingertips one by one.
"Padfoot, no…" But Remus' willpower ended there, and he closed his eyes and sighed. "Why do you always do this to me?"
"Because you're my Moony," Sirius whispered and kissed his wrist. "You're mine." His voice was fierce and his breath hot on Remus' skin.
"You're an arse," Remus mumbled weakly. "I hate you."
"I love you," Sirius retaliated huskily, and pushed him down into the bed. Then he began to bite at his neck.
"No, you don't," Remus moaned. "That's why you're an arse… Stop it, the others will hear…"
Sirius licked his earlobe gently. "They won't; I put a charm on the curtains." He stuck his hand down Remus' pants.
"You really are an arse, Padfoot," Remus groaned. "I love you…"
Remus woke up late the next morning. Sirius was no longer in the bed. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. He could hear the others talking. They were all awake.
"Bugger," he muttered. "I'm meant to be a Prefect…"
Remus found his robes at the foot of the bed and started to put them on. Through the curtains he could hear their voices.
"Did you finish the essay, Padfoot?"
"No, I'll copy off Moony at lunch."
"Can I too?"
"You're not done either?"
"I… No, I was reading…"
"None of you have done it? Is it only Remus and I who bother?"
"No, Prongs, only Remus actually bothers. You write essays in half an hour, spouting so much rubbish all the teachers just believe you did it right."
"I don't really see the difference…"
Remus smiled and pulled the curtains, getting out of bed. The others all turned to him.
"Well, good morning, sleepy head," said Sirius, a sly grin spreading across his face. "Finally out of bed, are you?"
"Why didn't anyone wake me?" Remus asked, yawning.
"Well, they wanted to," said Sirius, stepping up to Remus and placing a hand firmly on his bum. "But I thought we should just let you sleep. After all, it did get very late and you must be very tired after our… workout… last night."
James shook his head. "You two are truly twisted. I mean, a hand-job in the shower is one thing, who hasn't done that?" Peter blushed. "But this has got to go. You both need to find yourselves a pair of nice, or perhaps naughty, girls to satisfy your perverse needs."
Sirius grinned, turning his attention to James. "Oh, Prongs, you're just jealous. Perhaps you'd like to join us next time? And what about you, Wormtail?"
The other two laughed. "Why Padfoot, we'd love to…" said James. "How about we make a real proper orgy out of this? Who else should we invite?"
The others all laughed. Remus couldn't. He turned away to find his books for the morning lessons. Then he sighed and looked out the window. Only two days left until the full moon.