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Firewhiskey

"Valentine's Day's coming up. Got your eye on anybody?" Sirius asked Remus as they sat in the common room one day.

"No," Remus said quickly, blushing. "You?"

"I might," Sirius replied, licking his lips. Remus tried to ignore the flicker of hope that instantly buried itself in his head. Of course Sirius wasn't talking about him.

"I'm asking Evans out for Valentine's Day," James said from next to them. "I have this feeling that she'll say yes this time."

"Optimism," Remus said. "Love it."

"I hate Valentine's Day," Peter muttered. "It's stupid."

"Just cos' you can't get yourself a girl," Sirius said.

"I don't really see you walking around with a girl, either," James pointed out.

"I could get any girl I want," Sirius huffed, winking at Marlene McKinnon, who happened to be walking past at that moment. She blushed and rushed towards her giggling friends in the corner. "See? I'm like, a sex god. Right Moony?"

Remus blinked and tried not to let himself blush. "You keep telling yourself that, Sirius."

"PLEASE," James said. "I'm the only sex god around here. Ask Joanne Knight. I gave her the best night of her life the other week there."

"Woah woah woah," Sirius said, eyes narrowing. "Joanne Knight? As in big-boobed Ravenclaw Joanne Knight?"

"The very one," James said with a proud grin.

"Well you can ask her yourself, Prongs," Sirius said with a smirk. "I did her too, last year."

James spluttered. "WHAT?"

"Yup. She was lonely. I was there. And I'm sex on legs, too. I think that played a big part."

"While this conversation is so lovely and non-derogatory," Remus interrupted. "James, I thought you only had eyes for Lily?"

"A man has his needs," James said. "Besides, what I did with Knight was just to make her jealous."

"And I'm guessing it never worked?" Remus said.

"Unfortunately, no," James said. "But I'm not giving up. Evans will be mine, one way or another."

"It might help if you started calling her 'Lily', instead of 'Evans'," Sirius said unhelpfully.

"I'll start calling her Lily the day she agrees to go out with me," James said. "Speak of the devil, here she comes. I'll see you guys later."

James bounded off towards Lily, who had entered the common room and then proceeded to leave again after seeing James heading towards her. He stumbled out of the common room after her, and Sirius turned to Remus.

"Looks like you'll have to fix him up later," he said. "She's going to kill him."

Remus rolled his eyes. "Doesn't she always?"

Sirius shrugged and nodded. "Oy, Pete! Go and get us something from the kitchens, will you?"

"Why me?" Peter whined. "You always make me go."

"Fine, be like that," Sirius said. "Come on, Rem."

Remus stood up automatically. Any time alone with Sirius was time well spent. He wasn't going to pass it up. He followed Sirius out of the room.

"So what are we getting from the kitchens?"

"Maybe a butterbeer. Firewhiskey, if they have any. Is there anything you want?"

You, Remus thought desperately, trying not to look into his eyes for too long.

"Rem, are you okay?" Sirius asked, stopping in front of him.

"Yeah. Sorry, I got lost in my thoughts. No, there's nothing I really want," Remus replied.

"Lost in your thoughts, eh?" Sirius questioned. Remus already knew where this was going, and he wasn't complaining. "What were you thinking about?"

"Something."

"Or someone?" Sirius asked with a smirk. "Would that someone happen to be a certain 'sex on legs'?"

"Perhaps," Remus said quietly with a small smile.

"What were you thinking, exactly?" Sirius asked, leaning forwards. "What my lips would taste like? What they would feel like against yours?"

Remus felt as though his brain was going to explode because of the pure sexiness in Sirius's voice. His eyes were sparkling and his mischievous grin was almost enough to make Remus melt.

"I... uh... why would you think that? Maybe that's what you've been thinking about."

Sirius raised his eyebrows and laughed. "Maybe it is," he said simply, turning and heading down the corridor. "Come on, then. Kitchens."

Remus stared after him in frozen shock. 'Maybe it is'. Had Sirius been thinking of kissing him? Remus couldn't move; his brain wouldn't function. All he could think about were Sirius's words. And Sirius's lips. Against his.

"Remus?"

Remus looked up at him. "Were you really thinking that?" he asked before he could stop himself.

Sirius's expression softened and he stepped forwards. "I've thought about it more than I'd care to admit," he said, blushing slightly. "But let's just keep that between us."

It took all of Remus's willpower to stop himself from grinning like an idiot. He managed a small smile and nodded. "Just us," he said.

Sirius nodded and rolled his eyes. "Look at you, turning this all soppy. Let's go and get some alcohol."

Remus laughed and followed him towards the kitchens. When they got inside, they were greeted by many over-enthusiastic house-elves.

"What can we get kind Sirs?" asked a particularly excited elf.

"Do you have any Firewhiskey?"

"Yes we do!" the elf squeaked, running off. He returned a minute later with two bottles of Firewhiskey and a smile. "Please drink responsibly, Sirs."

"Will do!" Sirius said, grabbing Remus by the arm and pulling him out of the kitchen.

"Thanks," Remus said quickly to the elf, who nodded in response. When they got back into the corridor, Remus turned to Sirius. "Ever think about where we'd drink this?"

"We can go out by the lake," Sirius said. "You know, that place you and Wormy found in second year?"

"Oh," Remus said. "Yeah, okay."

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Remus couldn't help but find the whole thing romantic. It was sunset, and the sun was casting a brilliant orange light on the rippling waters of the lake. They were sitting on a patch of grass hidden by trees, just on the water's edge.

"Aren't you going to drink any?" Sirius asked, waving at the full bottle of Firewhiskey in Remus's hand.

"You know I don't drink," Remus said.

"I know," Sirius grinned. "So can I have your bottle?"

Remus rolled his eyes and handed the bottle over. "You didn't want the House Elves to think you were greedy, huh?"

"Pfft," Sirius said. "Greedy."

"Well, you are! And when you're stumbling all over the place, don't think I'll be carrying you up to the dorm."

"I know you want to," Sirius winked, taking a swig from his bottle. "You'll get to put your hands all over me..."

"Shut up, Sirius," Remus replied, blushing furiously.

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An hour and two Firewhiskeys later, and Remus could say that Sirius was completely, and one-hundred percent drunk. He was swaying all over the place and his words were slurred.

"You know, if a teacher sees you – or even gets a whiff of you – you'll be in big trouble," Remus said to a grinning Sirius.

"Y'right," Sirius said. "M not e'en tha drunk."

Remus laughed. "Of course not."

"Ya sound so so sexy when ya laugh like tha," Sirius said, hiccupping loudly. Remus tried not to let Sirius's words have an effect on him. He was drunk. Nothing he was saying was true.

"That's very kind, Sirius," he said. "We should get going, though. It's getting dark."

"Maybe we should jus'stay ere," Sirius replied in a whiny voice. "I wanna spend time wi'you Remmiekins!"

"Oh god," Remus said. "Please don't ever call me that again."

Sirius ignored him and Remus jumped when Sirius's head was suddenly in his lap. He looked down at Sirius, who was staring up at him with a drunk smile on his face.

"Er, Sirius. I don't know if-"

"- You have beautiful eyes, Remmie."

"Uh, thanks," Remus said, running his hand through Sirius's hair. "S-so do you."

Sirius sat up and turned to face Remus. "I wanna kiss you... lemme kiss you please."

Remus breath hitched in his throat. He wanted to, more than anything, but he couldn't. Sirius was drunk. It would just make everything more awkward when he was sober.

"Sirius, we can't. You're drunk."

Sirius leaned forwards and wrapped his arms around Remus tightly. "Y'smell nice, like happy things n' nice things n' really sweet n' dorable."

Remus laughed and rolled his eyes. "I wish you really meant that."

"I do, Remmie," Sirius said. Sirius's lips were suddenly against Remus's neck, leaving a trail of kisses on his skin. Remus reluctantly pushed Sirius away and shuffled back.

"I can't, Sirius," he said quietly. "You wouldn't be doing this if you were sober. I can't."

"But-"

"-No, Sirius. Let's go. Come on," Remus said, reaching down to grab Sirius's hand and pull him up. Sirius stumbled and fell against Remus, who put an arm around him and guided him towards the castle.

"Mmm can I sleep in'ya bed tonight?" Sirius asked sleepily.

"I don't think so," Remus said. "Maybe some other time."

Sirius grinned goofily and nodded. "M lookin' forward to it."

"Me too," Remus whispered, and he really wondered if one day he actually would be with Sirius. Right now, it seemed very possible.

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