Please note that the world of Harry Potter belongs to J., therefore I take no credit in it or the characters I use for this fanfic.
And when I started writing this, I told myself I wouldn't be the one to beg for reviews, but now, here I am. Begging. Please review, I don't want people getting scared away by the low review number!
And I'd really like some constructive criticism, it's hard to judge yourself you know.
Remus walked into the kitchen and saw streams of thick, pink melted ice-cream running over the floor from under the kitchen pantry door.
"SIRIUS! You forgot to renew the freezing charm on the pantry!" he shouted.
Remus was just about to swing his wand at the melted ice-cream, when the pantry door swung open with a loud creak, and there, stark naked with melted ice-cream trickling down the full length of his body, Sirius stood posing seductively in the doorframe.
"Oh, did I now? I'm sorry, it must have slipped," Sirius made a big show of sucking some ice-cream off his finger, "off my mind."
They were standing under a tree on the bank of the Hogwarts lake. In the distance they could see five Gryffindor and Hufflepuff Third Years tickle one of the Giant Squid's tentacles. It seemed to enjoy it because it was splashing water around, but didn't withdraw it's tentacle.
Sirius was leaning casually, but elegantly, against the trunk of the tree. Remus was pacing back and forth nervously.
"Would you please stop that, love? There's going to be a big hole in the ground if you don't stop soon, plus you're driving me insane," Sirius said, trying to tuck a loose strand of black hair behind his ear, without success.
"Aren't you quite mad already though? And would you please do something about that hair already, it's almost as bad as James'," Remus replied irritably, but when Sirius pouted at him with a hurt puppy look he sighed and added, "I'm sorry Siri, I'm just worried about my N.E.W.T:s, and about what will happen after we leave school. I mean, I'm a werewolf, for Merlin's sake. I'm not going to get any jobs anywhere, no matter how good my grades are!"
Sirius caught Remus in his arms as he was passing by and held his head firmly between his hands, so that Remus was forced to look him in the eyes. "Listen to me, and listen to me good," Sirius said in a voice loaded with fire, "If anyone ever treats you badly or disrespects you for being a werewolf, I will personally make sure they suffer badly. The Black is still a powerful name, I'd get away with murder if I wanted to."
"Sirius, they have all the reasons in the world to be afraid of me, and they have all the right in the world to.." but he was cut off by Sirius.
"They have no reason whatsoever to fear you, you're not a beast. You and the wolf are two different people." Sirius' eyes looked as if they were afire, silver glistening bright.
Remus offered a sad smile, "Oh but we are. He's always here, always lurking so dangerously close to the surface. I can feel him in every move I make."
Sirius turned them around and shoved Remus up against the tree and growled, "Then Padfoot will tame him."
In the distance, the Third Years lost their interest in the Squid, and started walking back to the castle, soaked from head to toe.
The deep blue sky above them was littered with stars, as they lay on top of the Astronomy Tower, giggling and holding hands. They may or may not have had a few butterbeers before they made their way up there. The air was quite cold, as it was the beginning of winter on their Fifth Year at Hogwarts.
"Moony, it's cold, can we go inside soon?" Sirius pouted. Sirius liked pouting, he knew that he could always get what he wanted, if he just tilted his head a bit and batted his lashes.
The only exception to this rule seemed to be the teachers at Hogwarts and, of course, Remus.
Remus seemed to be immune to things like that.
Remus chuckled, "No Paddy, this is the best time for stargazing, and I'm not missing this opportunity," but Remus cast a slight warming charm on them to make Sirius a little bit happier.
Sirius hummed contently as he felt the faint tickle of the warming charm.
"You know Remie, there is a star somewhere up there that is named after me," Sirius said as he gazed up into the unknown.
"Of course there is, when did you come across that knowledge, if I may ask?" Remus chuckled softly.
"Last week, I heard some Fourth Years talking about the Sirius star, and I immediately figured someone must have adored me enough to name a star after me," Sirius said as he batted his lashes.
Remus was grinning now, a genuine, toothy grin. "Well, if it weren't for your naps during Astrology lessons, you might have learnt that last year like the rest of us."
"I did NOT sleep during lessons!" Sirius tried his best innocent face.
"If you say so," Remus said and bent forward to capture Sirius' lips with his own.
It was a kiss of pure bliss.
Remus was awake now. Yes, he was definitely awake now, he could feel his back aching from when he slipped in the bath yesterday.
But still something wasn't quite right... There was screaming. Oh Merlin, why was there screaming?
Remus snapped awake in less than a second and bolted to the source of the screaming, which appeared to be their en suite bathroom. In the door he stumbled on his slightly too big pajama bottoms and landed on his stomach on their marble floor.
That was when he noticed there wasn't any screaming anymore, just a horrified Sirius who stared at himself in the mirror with big eyes.
"Sirius, were you screaming a second ago?"
Sirius' mouth hung open, and he looked a little bit like a goldfish, before he stuttered, "I.. I've got grey hairs!"
Remus groaned and let his head sink to the floor. "Why do you always have to make my mornings so terrible?" he mumbled agains the cool marble.
"Forget about your morning and think about my morning instead! Moony, I have grey hair! Look, here! Three grey hairs!" Sirius' expression was one of pure terror, as he pointed towards the place where the three hairs supposedly were located.
Remus finally found the strength to rise from the floor, "Sirius dear, you're getting old. You're supposed to get grey hair! Besides, those years in Azkaban surely didn't slow down your aging."
"Remus, don't you know a charm or something that will make my hair black again?" Sirius pleaded with his best puppy eyes.
Remus sighed but gave Sirius a determined look, "Yes, but I won't tell you. Age with grace."
Then Remus pecked a soft kiss on Sirius' pouting, pink lips and went back to their bedroom to get dressed, his steps completely soundless on the marble floor.
During the last weeks, Sirius' owl Jamesie had become increasingly more fat, and was now unable to fly higher than the first window of Grimmauld place.
When Sirius came down for breakfast after his early morning shock, he froze in the middle of a step and looked at his owl, who was currently snoozing on his breakfast plate.
"Brilliant! Why didn't I think of that before? We could just cook him for dinner tomorrow and we'd be rid of that ruddy bird!"
Remus glanced at him over the top of his crumpled 15 year old Daily Propeth. "Yes, marvellous idea indeed," he replied in a smug voice, "And then maybe, we could do the same with you, and we'd be rid of two problems in this world; and owl that is too fat to fly and a grumpy old man."
Sirius' nostrils flared, "I AM NOT OLD!" he bellowed, so that the kitchen windows rattled.
Remus sighed as he closed the door behind himself and sank down in his armchair, head in his hands, gently rubbing his temples to soothe his pain away.
He heard a faint chuckle from the wall ahead of him, and he lifted his head just high enough for him to be able to give a curt nod of hello to the withered painting of Mr. Frederick Black Sr.
"Master of the house feeling moody today, is he?" Mr. Black asked, eyes twinkling with delight.
Remus sighed, "He found a grey hair and won't accept that he's starting to become old. He really gave me a headache, waking me up like that."
"Yes, I heard. In fact, I'd be surprised if there was a single painting in this house who didn't hear him."
"He's acting quite childishly about it though, I just wish he'd get a mental grey hair too, preferably sometime soon. But after all, he did lose 12 years of mental development, since it practically stopped in Azkaban. And I don't see what his problem is, I've had grey hairs for ages." Remus' head sank, if possible, even deeper into his hands.
"Yes yes, I suppose you're right. Young Sirius is still a very intelligent man, he's just always been a bit too.. Lively? No, emotional. Or maybe both. Well, there's never peace and quiet when he's around."
"So you've noticed then? It was even worse during Hogwarts. And now, if you excuse me, I think I'd like a nice, scream-free nap right here," Remus yawned, and he fell asleep in a matter of minutes, and slept there until Sirius quietly sneaked through the door in the evening, lifted him up and carried him in his arms to their bed.
All this without waking him, for he realised, that he was the source of Remus' pain, and then he at least had to make sure he wouldn't disturb him. Maybe he was finally sprouting a mental grey hair.