Disclaimer: Sylwithia and I have decided to share Remus once we buy him. -turns away- Still trying to run away, eh?
Lucius: YOU'LL NEVER GET ME ALIVE!
Author: Hmm, necrophilia? Not really my style...
Lucius: ...You're such a perv.
Author: -raises eyebrow- Orchestra kid.
Lucius: ...Touché.
Author: On another note, this chapter is dedicated to a random conversation between me and my good friend Colin.
Remus John Lupin loved chocolate. It was his favorite thing in the entire world. Just ask anyone! He loved the taste of dark chocolate hitting his taste buds, bitter and sweet all at once. He loved the melt-in-your-mouth texture of the delicacy...But mainly, he loved that there were many ways to serve chocolate. Chocolate chips, chocolate cookies, chocolate pudding, chocolate mousse, chocolate milk, hot chocolate, and just plain chocolate. There are only a small number of things in this world that Remus considers worthy to take his attention away from his favorite food. The first on the list is Sirius Black.
On one particularly hot Saturday evening in the beginning of Harry's third year, Remus found himself sitting in his office with a large slab of his favorite Honeydukes chocolate and a new book he had bought in Hogsmeade earlier that day, when Sirius happened to come sauntering out of Remus' private quarters, draped in nothing but a Gryffindor towel and soaking wet. Remus couldn't tear his eyes away from the taller man, and found himself drooling slightly.
To distract himself, he found himself cracking open the book and lowering his eyes to read it, shoving the slab of chocolate between his teeth so that the entire thing dangled from his mouth. Sirius turned and looked at the teacher, smirking. He climbed up onto the desk, lying down and letting his legs dangle over the front of the desk as he propped his head in his hands.
"Whatcha readin', Moons?," he asked lazily.
"Nothing you'd like. It has no pictures," Remus said, his words slightly muffled by the chocolate between his thin, slightly scarred lips, but clear nonetheless. Sirius scoffed, offended, and he pried the book from his friend's hands, sitting up and flipping to the first page, looking down at it. Remus raised an eyebrow at the dark-haired man, whose cool gray eyes traveled the page lazily for about three seconds before he thrust it into Remus' hands again.
"Read it to me," said Sirius calmly, and Remus' jaw dropped.
"What?!"
"Read it to me, arsehole. I don't feel like reading all those little words myself, so get to it," he said. "But wait until I'm dressed," he added as an afterthought, and Remus looked slightly disappointed as the Animagus jumped from the desk and wandered back into his quarters to change.
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About two minutes later, Sirius wandered back in wearing a pair of denim jeans and a white t-shirt with the words 'Gotta Love Me' printed on the front in bold black letters. (Inspiration for the shirt from Franki, who once wrote a song in fifth grade called 'G0774 Luv M3', right before which he'd learned L337...Sort of...) "Read to me. Now," he ordered, and Remus sighed, locking the door so as to keep anyone from coming in and seeing Sirius, then opening the book and starting to read.
11-year-old Remus: The scary author-lady has given us permission to thank you for all your wonderful reviews.
Sirius: Aww! Rem! You were so adorable back then!
Remus: ...Were? THEN?!
Sirius: Duh. Now you're just damn sexy. -winks-
Remus: -latches on-
11-year-old Remus: O.O
11-year-old Sirius: -watches as though mesmerized-
16-year-old Sirius: We wanna watch, too! -drags 16-year-olds James, Peter, Lily, and Remus behind him-
16-year-olds Remus, Peter and James: We do?
16-year-olds Lily & Sirius: Yes. We do. -glare at them-
16-year-old Remus: ...-goes back to his book-
16-year-old James: -plays with his stolen Snitch-
16-year-old Peter: -cowers in the corner from Lily & Sirius' glares-
Author, James, Franki, & Sirius: READ AND REVIEW, SUCKAS!
Author: By the way, the book will be read in the next chapter and is actually an original composed by Franki. Most of my material comes from him, sadly...