Drooling
Sirius was not a person who usually fell in love, but damn, Cupid had shot the arrow right into his heart and boy was he in love now.
"Stop drooling," James said, sounding slightly alarmed at the state of his best friend.
"Just... look... at... him," Sirius said, sighing and leaning against James, who shoved him off.
"Sirius. I'm bored of hearing about him! Why don't you just go and tell him yourself?"
Sirius imagined it.
He'd walk right up to Remus, slow-motion, like in one of those Muggle films. He would be wearing a leather jacket and emitting sexiness to the next degree. He'd stride up to him and run a hand through his hair erotically.
"I want you, Remus," he'd say in a deep, sexy voice. Remus would look up and almost die of over-exposure to such a hot person, and then he would lunge himself at Sirius and shove his tongue down his throat in a desperate mission to tear Sirius' clothes off and make love to him and-
"STOP DROOLING!"
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