AU. Slash.

Disclaimer: I don't have rights over the Harry Potter characters or references I've written out, J.K. Rowling does. The only thing I've got rights over would be the words I've typed out, thanks.

Remus Lupin

When a red-haired woman greeted me at the desk with a puff of tobacco smoke, I should have run. When she asked me to choose which host I'll be buying for a specific amount of time? I should have ran right then and there. So why is it that I'm currently being catered by the top-selling host of this god-forsaken club?

"Hello!" A man greeted me, his lips automatically forming a wide grin. He wore thinly-framed glasses and his dark brown hair looked as if he just woke up. To others it may look fashionable; to me it just looked like a bird lived inside it. Honestly, what is the fashion industry up to these days?

As much as I'd love to just fix and tidy up his hair, I couldn't help but acknowledge his outfit. For a host, I was expecting something more formal, a black and white suit maybe. But instead, the club's top host stood before me wearing nothing but a casual red turtleneck paired up with dark blue jeans.

Pulling myself away from my thoughts, I stood up and shook hands with him. "It's nice to meet you…-" I took a quick look at the gold nameplate attached to his top; "…James Potter, I'm Remus Lupin, A photographer from Malfoy Enterprises."

We both took our seats, James sitting on my left side. "Is it your first time here Remus? Ah," he covered his mouth and then proceeded to pour me a glass of wine. "Is it alright to call you Remus? I'm sorry if it's too informal! The boss…" I raised an eyebrow, not knowing who "the boss" was exactly. "You know, the intimidating, tobacco puffing woman at the desk?" He asked, confirming if I knew her or not. I quickly recalled who she was and nodded.

"Oh you mean her? Yes, she was the one who recommended you, best one of the bunch she says, I can see why." I replied, assuring him that I did have a little bit of knowledge and information on who he was talking about.

He rolled his eyes and poured a glass of wine for himself. "She would scold me all the time for being too familiar with our customers, so tell me if I'm out of line alright? I'll get my ass kicked for sure if I get in trouble again." He paused and looked at me, giving me another one of his businessman smiles.

I stifled a laugh as he kept going on and on about his boss. It was obvious. Even though his mouth said condescending things about, Lily Evans? I think that was her name, his eyes held nothing but admiration for her. It would be quite fun to see the moment he realizes it, but now just wasn't the time. I had other things to focus on.

"I'm sorry to interrupt James, but like I said earlier, I'm a photographer from Malfoy Enterprises, and I was given the task by the president to find a model and create an album in a month." I started to explain, but before I could even finish, James immediately stood up and cut me off.

Eyes wide in excitement, he started talking rapidly. "Model? You mean me?" He asked, pointing to himself. "If it's a model you're looking for, I'm the best-looking guy around here, for I am James Potter after all!" He boasted, adjusting his glasses constantly since it kept slipping from all his enthusiasm.

I sighed and fumbled around with my camera as he talked, automatically tuning him out. I knew from there on, that James Potter was someone I would never, I mean never work with. Imagine dealing with him for a month! Nonetheless, think about it… Trying to tame that hair of his? It's completely impossible!

Shaking my head, my patience was wearing thin. I cleared my throat and excused myself to go the bathroom, leaving James Potter to disturb other tables. As I walked around, searching for the bathroom, I realized that the host club only had a few number of hosts. There were only about 5 to 7 of them scattered about the room. One of them was even slightly chubby-looking. I think I saw his picture on the album, Peter was it? His dirty blonde hair was sticking up everywhere. It looked like nothing but a cheap imitation of James bird nest he called hair.

Sirius Black

As soon as I entered the kitchen for my shift, I knew that this day was going to be hell. Heck, the first thing that I saw when I entered was a bunch of idiots popping champagnes left and right. Taking a deep breath, I grabbed a pink rubber band hanging off of the faucet and pulled my hair back. "Alright you bunch of useless pricks! I oversleep for an hour and this is what you do to my kitchen?" I barked as I donned my stained apron. "All of you do your jobs properly for once! And what the hell is this?" I marched over the station where the desserts were made. "Someone explain to me who the bloody hell thought of making a banana split with only chocolate ice cream? It's a fucking banana split! Chocolate, Vanilla and Strawberry, what do you not understand with those three simple flavours huh?"

"You should really learn how to calm down," A soft voice commented. I turned my head towards where it came from. I didn't recognize him. Was he a new host? No, he doesn't look like one… My eyes strayed a few seconds on the camera hanging around his neck; what the hell is that thing for?

I approached him, immediately towering over his height. He was small for a man; he looked about my age too. "And you are?" I asked, not even bothering to introduce myself. He flashed me a quick smile before staring at my face intently. His eyes showed nothing but scrutiny, it was honestly uncomfortable. "Would you mind?" I snapped, furrowing my eyebrows together as I take a few steps back.

The light brown haired man flashed me a smile. "Sorry, you caught my attention while you were scolding your colleagues, it was fun to watch." He commented, letting out a small laugh. "I'm Remus Lupin by the way, you are?" He introduced himself.

"I'm Sirius Black, are you staff? It's the first time I've seen you around and I see that you've got a camera around your neck, is that an accessory to get women or what?" I asked. It was obvious he wasn't host club staff, he didn't look the part. With his shaggy light brown hair, knitted vest over a white short-sleeved shirt and neatly ironed pants. He looked more like a librarian than a host!

Remus Lupin

An accessory to get women?

Oh of course, because the first thing you think of when you see someone with a camera would be he's using it to lure women into his quarters, not oh maybe… a photographer? Is he an idiot? I grabbed my camera protectively. Pretending to have not heard his earlier questions, I replied with much more vigour than usual. "Actually I'm a photographer looking for a model, I tried to talk to your top host, James Potter, but it's completely useless, he's more of an airhead than I thought, are they all like that?" I remarked, shaking my head as I recalled James earlier actions.

Once I finished my sentence, Sirius immediately let out a loud laugh. "Don't worry, him being full of himself is a James thing, It's still a mystery how he fulfills his quota of customers every month!"

I couldn't help but asses him once more while he laughed. He would look much better without his stubble, and maybe if he gave more care for his hair. Because really? Tying it with a rubber band of all things…

"Hey Sirius, what time does your shift end?"

The pink rubber band wearing chef looked at me like I was mad. "In about three hours, why? If this is your way of picking me up, I'm gonna have to decline, I'm straight ya know?"

"What are you talking about? I'm not picking you up; don't be too full of yourself. I just need a drinking partner for the night alright? It's my treat," I offered, hoping he would reply back with a yes. I was lying through my teeth here; I don't want a drinking partner. I barely even drink for myself! It's just that it's making me curious… How he might look like in casual clothes. What he might look like without the pony tail. If he looked good enough, he could pass as a model with that smile of his.

Sirius let out a breath of relief and nodded.

"Fine, as long as I'm not spending a single penny it's all cool. I'm broke and I haven't had a drink in a while, so make sure your wallets nice and fat!"