disclaimers: dun own it!
warnings: boy x boy love
summary: Sirius is recieving valentine's from someone but he doesnt know who! He starts suspecting everyone but the right person! Set in 5th year and will continue until graduation. It will then switch to the present, during Draco and Harry's 7th year. (yes, this will contain D/H)
Pairings: James/Lily, Sirius/Severus, Remus/Lucius(kept quiet), Lucius/Narcissa, Arthur/Molly.
MY FUNNY VALENTINE
SIRIUS POV
Valentine's....the one day during the year I completely loathe. Of course, noone expects me to hate the holiday where half the population of Hogwart's sends me candy, gifts, love letters, and cards. Last year was horrid; owls were lined uniformly from my place at the Gryffindor table all the way to the teacher's table. Girls and boys confessed their ultimate desires for me and a few even said they loved me which was really lust. No, I dont believe anyone loves me. I'm seen as sex god, a reincarnation of Adonis; minus the blonde hair.
I pull my ebony hair into a ponytail, stubborn strands dangling from the hold. I hear a snicker behind me and I see Prongs balancing his girlfriend on his lap. I smile at them, trying to make it happy and not that forlorn one that I try to hide. James and Lily have been dating since first year and five years later their still that lovey dovey duo. I would be a liar if I admitted I wasn't jealous because I am. I want love, not a bunch of prats' whose desires would equal a full-blooded veela in heat. I have had my fair share of shagging after curfew in the Astrology Tower and I've even experimented with James-not that he would admit it because that would be considered cheating and the boy's too noble to do that. (But to let you in on a little secret: he enjoyed it more than I did.)
Valentine's Day is a joke or for those, like Lily and James, with someone in their lives to love, cherish, and hold. Ah, makes me want it. I yawn, attracting the attention of the couple. Lily frowns in my direction. I already know whats shes going to say before she opens her mouth. "No, I haven't find that special someone yet so dont bother asking, ever."
"Aren't we in a bad humor?" James rolls his eyes, gently depositing Lily onto the chair and walks over to me. "Are you alright? I've never seen you this bugged about Valentine's Day." Is Prongs really that obtuse? Oh and yes, I know big words despite what others may think of me, I'm not some pretty boy without brains. I resist the urge to snap at him but that would only prove to upset him and I dont want to deal with his. I'm going to need someone to burn the letters I'll recieve at breakfast.
"I'm not in bad humor Jamie. Just tired of the same thing each year." The portrait swings open, a red-faced Peter pants in exertion. I raise one brow, crossing my arms at the boy. "What the hell's wrong with you Wormtail?"
"There's a line of people out there!" he gestures wildly, eyes half-crazed. Poor Peter, the tag-along of our group-dubbed the Marauders. There's just something about Peter that is off-setting. I dont know, he has that aura about him that he's sneaky just like his favorite animal. He slinks over to one of the sofa's and collapses. "I am never again going out on Valentine's Day before classes begin."
A groan comes from the boys dormitory staircase and there's Remus Lupin in all his amber eyed glory. He scowls at us all, so unbefitting of his normal cheery and extrovert self. I sling my arm across his shoulder and he glares at me; a glare worthy of that greasy git Snape. "Such a prude, Moony," I tease, pinching his cheeks gently.
Remus snarls at me and shoves me aside. "I'm going to eat and if one of those air-headed admirer's of yours even THINKS of talking to me, I'll snap their necks." I dont think he's joking this time and hey, who says their all airheaded? I attract the smart bunch too....alright, thats a lie. Just because I dont have my nose in the books doesnt mean that they shouldnt be taken with my good looks and winning charm which is currently NOT working on Remus. With a huff, Remus leaves us all in quite a bit of shock.
James chuckles, the first to find his voice. "Our little Wemmy is growing up."
"I HEARD THAT!" came the disgruntled yell that became more distant with every syllable. Its never good to make a werewolf pissed.
"He cant always be a part like you Jamesy," I remark, fluttering my lashes at him. Lily giggles, arms sliding around Prongs' neck possessively. She mouths, 'mine.' James swats her aside and strides over to me, a gleam in his eyes that I've seen before when we launch our attacks on the Slytherins. "Uh...Jamie? What are you doing?" Without much of a warning, he pounces and knocks us both to the floor. Next second, his lips are on mine. Lily gives a strangled sob-laugh combination and I'm sure Peter's turning as red as a beet-he was never one for being comfortable around displays of affection. James tastes just as sweet as he did the first time we kissed in second year. "James," I whisper around the kiss, "I think you've proved your point. Now get off before I shag you to death right here."
With a positively impish grin, he kisses me chastely before sitting on his heels to smirk rather smugly at Lily. The girl's stifling her laughter, her green eyes are twinkling. I doubt Lily could ever be angry at James. "Not yours! Sirius has claimed me." I sit on my elbows, shoving James off my legs.
"If you dont move it, I'll really claim you as mine." I flash a charming smile at both James and Lily but add just enough hint to the innocence of my voice to show I mean it. James scrambles from my feet, pain in his eyes that make me flinch. If James' parents didn't have such a close-minded view on the world, we would be together. Siri and Jamie, sounds just lovely doesn't it? No, James is meant to be with Lily and I am meant to be lonely for all existence. My stomach growls, breaking the oppressive silence.
"One would know your stomach has its own alarm clock." Peter jests glibly, rising to his feet to the portrait. "I swear, it protests every morning at the exact same time. You shouldnt even be hungry. You eat enough to feed three people!" I poke Peter's shoulder.
"I do not! Are you calling me fat?!" I muster the vainest, Lucius Malfoy stance I can pull off and stick my nose proudly in the air. The trio burst out into laughter, the little scene from earlier forgotten. No point scratching old wounds, James will come to me and want to speak about it later. The second I step out of the hole, I immediately regret it. Peter wasn't lieing, at least a dozen students are at the portrait of the Fat Lady who is unsuccessfully defending her territory. I believe she's been drinking too much spiced punch with Nick.
James grabs my hand and we run towards the Great Hall, not giving the obsessed fangirls and fanboys time to catch me. Being handsome is so overrated. How does Malfoy stand it? He's nearly as popular with the ladies and gents as I am. Well, then, he does have a girlfriend. The only other person more conceited and stuck-up than the rich bastard is Narcissa. She's beautiful, I'll give her that, but she's a bitch. I think her and Malfoy were set up by their parents to become betrothed, they rarely speak or hold hands with each other. I shouldn't be feeling sorry for Malfoy, not when he's made my life a living hell.
Speaking of Malfoy, I dont see him with his girlfriend. I shrug to myself and head for the Gryffindor table, frowning when Moony isn't there. I see James has made a connection, his brows furrow and he's pursed his lips. Its just a coincidence, absolutely nothing is happening between Malfoy and Moony. I shudder at the sheer revulsion of one of my own being with such a vile bastard.
"Damnit, there they come Siri. Want me to burn them as they come through?" James asks, adjusting his glasses to see the numerous owls coming inside the Great Hall. I nod and wait patiently for the owls to make their way to me so that I can watch another year of cards, gifts, and letters burn into oblivion. (I, of course, take the gifts out of the package before James burns them.) I drum my fingers against the table. So far, no owls. One finally does fly over; a tawny little screech owl. It plops the letter onto my lap. "Thats all?" James' voice is full of surprise as he settles into his seat once again. "Whos it from?"
"I dunno." The letter's in, what appears to be, a handcrafted envelope. Honeysuckle's are twined around a loriel tree; just how did this person know that those two are my favorite plants? I find myself becoming more intrigued as I gently open it, careful not to rip the beautiful handiwork. James and Peter are leaning closer to me, getting a glimpse of the contents. The writing is thin, upright, manageable to read and yet there are no disgusting twirls on the endings of letters. This was wrote by a boy.
-Some find you lazy
Some find you sweet
Some find you crazy
Some find you a creep.
Some see you as nothing but a prat
Some see you as a god reborn
Some see you as brat
And yet others see you as someone to scorn-
I can't help but smile at the poem, so horribly written but it does get straight to the point. Most of the other poems I've gotten were so grotesquely, tooth-aching, naeusia sweet that I thought I was going to have a trip to the infimary. This one is, not matter how lame, perfect. It would seem the anonymous writer has acknowledged that.
-I'm not some muggle romancer, I haven't an inkling of an idea as to how to write a love poem. I did give it a fair shot. Oh, I know your laughing. I was while writing this idiotic letter. The poem had me nearly rolling over in fits of chortling. I never thought I would stoop this low to write the famous Sirius Black a confession.- I stop breathing for a few seconds and angrily remind my hear to keep beating. -I have been in love with you since first year. I didn't want to admit it. How could I? You have everyone at your beck and call, its a wonder that my spell to drive those other owls off worked. I was certain that it would be overidden. I dont think I can ever tell you who I am, it would destroy what little I have left of my heart if you were to reject me. Besides, for you, someone better than I will sweep you off your feet and love you the way you deserve. I only wish I could be the one to love you. I hope this letter doesn't make you too unhappy. I certainly didn't want that. Happy Valentine's Day.-
I blink. James and Peter's mouths are wide open and gaping as they too had read the letter. Someone just told me they loved me and had been for years. I dont know who this person is. I cant give him my reaction, which in my mind I'm turning cartwheels. How could this guy think that I wouldn't want him when he's the first to tell me those three words? My last concious thought before Moony joins us is: SOMEONE LOVES ME!
~~~~~
(dont own, sang by frank sinatra)
My funny Valentine
Sweet comic Valentine
You make me smile with my heart
Your looks are laughable
Unphotographable
Yet you're my favourite work of art
Is your figure less than Greek
Is your mouth a little weak
When you open it to speak
Are you smart?
But don't change a hair for me
Not if you care for me
Stay little Valentine stay
Each day is Valentine's day
Is your figure less than Greek
Is your mouth a little weak
When you open it to speak
Are you smart?
But don't you change one hair for me
Not if you care for me
Stay little Valentine stay
Each day is Valentine's day
~~~~~~
What did ya think? Good or bad? @_@ Er...sure...whatever. :D Anyhoo, I suppose you could review and let me know. ^_~
next chapter: Severus's POV of valentine's day morning.
warnings: boy x boy love
summary: Sirius is recieving valentine's from someone but he doesnt know who! He starts suspecting everyone but the right person! Set in 5th year and will continue until graduation. It will then switch to the present, during Draco and Harry's 7th year. (yes, this will contain D/H)
Pairings: James/Lily, Sirius/Severus, Remus/Lucius(kept quiet), Lucius/Narcissa, Arthur/Molly.
MY FUNNY VALENTINE
SIRIUS POV
Valentine's....the one day during the year I completely loathe. Of course, noone expects me to hate the holiday where half the population of Hogwart's sends me candy, gifts, love letters, and cards. Last year was horrid; owls were lined uniformly from my place at the Gryffindor table all the way to the teacher's table. Girls and boys confessed their ultimate desires for me and a few even said they loved me which was really lust. No, I dont believe anyone loves me. I'm seen as sex god, a reincarnation of Adonis; minus the blonde hair.
I pull my ebony hair into a ponytail, stubborn strands dangling from the hold. I hear a snicker behind me and I see Prongs balancing his girlfriend on his lap. I smile at them, trying to make it happy and not that forlorn one that I try to hide. James and Lily have been dating since first year and five years later their still that lovey dovey duo. I would be a liar if I admitted I wasn't jealous because I am. I want love, not a bunch of prats' whose desires would equal a full-blooded veela in heat. I have had my fair share of shagging after curfew in the Astrology Tower and I've even experimented with James-not that he would admit it because that would be considered cheating and the boy's too noble to do that. (But to let you in on a little secret: he enjoyed it more than I did.)
Valentine's Day is a joke or for those, like Lily and James, with someone in their lives to love, cherish, and hold. Ah, makes me want it. I yawn, attracting the attention of the couple. Lily frowns in my direction. I already know whats shes going to say before she opens her mouth. "No, I haven't find that special someone yet so dont bother asking, ever."
"Aren't we in a bad humor?" James rolls his eyes, gently depositing Lily onto the chair and walks over to me. "Are you alright? I've never seen you this bugged about Valentine's Day." Is Prongs really that obtuse? Oh and yes, I know big words despite what others may think of me, I'm not some pretty boy without brains. I resist the urge to snap at him but that would only prove to upset him and I dont want to deal with his. I'm going to need someone to burn the letters I'll recieve at breakfast.
"I'm not in bad humor Jamie. Just tired of the same thing each year." The portrait swings open, a red-faced Peter pants in exertion. I raise one brow, crossing my arms at the boy. "What the hell's wrong with you Wormtail?"
"There's a line of people out there!" he gestures wildly, eyes half-crazed. Poor Peter, the tag-along of our group-dubbed the Marauders. There's just something about Peter that is off-setting. I dont know, he has that aura about him that he's sneaky just like his favorite animal. He slinks over to one of the sofa's and collapses. "I am never again going out on Valentine's Day before classes begin."
A groan comes from the boys dormitory staircase and there's Remus Lupin in all his amber eyed glory. He scowls at us all, so unbefitting of his normal cheery and extrovert self. I sling my arm across his shoulder and he glares at me; a glare worthy of that greasy git Snape. "Such a prude, Moony," I tease, pinching his cheeks gently.
Remus snarls at me and shoves me aside. "I'm going to eat and if one of those air-headed admirer's of yours even THINKS of talking to me, I'll snap their necks." I dont think he's joking this time and hey, who says their all airheaded? I attract the smart bunch too....alright, thats a lie. Just because I dont have my nose in the books doesnt mean that they shouldnt be taken with my good looks and winning charm which is currently NOT working on Remus. With a huff, Remus leaves us all in quite a bit of shock.
James chuckles, the first to find his voice. "Our little Wemmy is growing up."
"I HEARD THAT!" came the disgruntled yell that became more distant with every syllable. Its never good to make a werewolf pissed.
"He cant always be a part like you Jamesy," I remark, fluttering my lashes at him. Lily giggles, arms sliding around Prongs' neck possessively. She mouths, 'mine.' James swats her aside and strides over to me, a gleam in his eyes that I've seen before when we launch our attacks on the Slytherins. "Uh...Jamie? What are you doing?" Without much of a warning, he pounces and knocks us both to the floor. Next second, his lips are on mine. Lily gives a strangled sob-laugh combination and I'm sure Peter's turning as red as a beet-he was never one for being comfortable around displays of affection. James tastes just as sweet as he did the first time we kissed in second year. "James," I whisper around the kiss, "I think you've proved your point. Now get off before I shag you to death right here."
With a positively impish grin, he kisses me chastely before sitting on his heels to smirk rather smugly at Lily. The girl's stifling her laughter, her green eyes are twinkling. I doubt Lily could ever be angry at James. "Not yours! Sirius has claimed me." I sit on my elbows, shoving James off my legs.
"If you dont move it, I'll really claim you as mine." I flash a charming smile at both James and Lily but add just enough hint to the innocence of my voice to show I mean it. James scrambles from my feet, pain in his eyes that make me flinch. If James' parents didn't have such a close-minded view on the world, we would be together. Siri and Jamie, sounds just lovely doesn't it? No, James is meant to be with Lily and I am meant to be lonely for all existence. My stomach growls, breaking the oppressive silence.
"One would know your stomach has its own alarm clock." Peter jests glibly, rising to his feet to the portrait. "I swear, it protests every morning at the exact same time. You shouldnt even be hungry. You eat enough to feed three people!" I poke Peter's shoulder.
"I do not! Are you calling me fat?!" I muster the vainest, Lucius Malfoy stance I can pull off and stick my nose proudly in the air. The trio burst out into laughter, the little scene from earlier forgotten. No point scratching old wounds, James will come to me and want to speak about it later. The second I step out of the hole, I immediately regret it. Peter wasn't lieing, at least a dozen students are at the portrait of the Fat Lady who is unsuccessfully defending her territory. I believe she's been drinking too much spiced punch with Nick.
James grabs my hand and we run towards the Great Hall, not giving the obsessed fangirls and fanboys time to catch me. Being handsome is so overrated. How does Malfoy stand it? He's nearly as popular with the ladies and gents as I am. Well, then, he does have a girlfriend. The only other person more conceited and stuck-up than the rich bastard is Narcissa. She's beautiful, I'll give her that, but she's a bitch. I think her and Malfoy were set up by their parents to become betrothed, they rarely speak or hold hands with each other. I shouldn't be feeling sorry for Malfoy, not when he's made my life a living hell.
Speaking of Malfoy, I dont see him with his girlfriend. I shrug to myself and head for the Gryffindor table, frowning when Moony isn't there. I see James has made a connection, his brows furrow and he's pursed his lips. Its just a coincidence, absolutely nothing is happening between Malfoy and Moony. I shudder at the sheer revulsion of one of my own being with such a vile bastard.
"Damnit, there they come Siri. Want me to burn them as they come through?" James asks, adjusting his glasses to see the numerous owls coming inside the Great Hall. I nod and wait patiently for the owls to make their way to me so that I can watch another year of cards, gifts, and letters burn into oblivion. (I, of course, take the gifts out of the package before James burns them.) I drum my fingers against the table. So far, no owls. One finally does fly over; a tawny little screech owl. It plops the letter onto my lap. "Thats all?" James' voice is full of surprise as he settles into his seat once again. "Whos it from?"
"I dunno." The letter's in, what appears to be, a handcrafted envelope. Honeysuckle's are twined around a loriel tree; just how did this person know that those two are my favorite plants? I find myself becoming more intrigued as I gently open it, careful not to rip the beautiful handiwork. James and Peter are leaning closer to me, getting a glimpse of the contents. The writing is thin, upright, manageable to read and yet there are no disgusting twirls on the endings of letters. This was wrote by a boy.
-Some find you lazy
Some find you sweet
Some find you crazy
Some find you a creep.
Some see you as nothing but a prat
Some see you as a god reborn
Some see you as brat
And yet others see you as someone to scorn-
I can't help but smile at the poem, so horribly written but it does get straight to the point. Most of the other poems I've gotten were so grotesquely, tooth-aching, naeusia sweet that I thought I was going to have a trip to the infimary. This one is, not matter how lame, perfect. It would seem the anonymous writer has acknowledged that.
-I'm not some muggle romancer, I haven't an inkling of an idea as to how to write a love poem. I did give it a fair shot. Oh, I know your laughing. I was while writing this idiotic letter. The poem had me nearly rolling over in fits of chortling. I never thought I would stoop this low to write the famous Sirius Black a confession.- I stop breathing for a few seconds and angrily remind my hear to keep beating. -I have been in love with you since first year. I didn't want to admit it. How could I? You have everyone at your beck and call, its a wonder that my spell to drive those other owls off worked. I was certain that it would be overidden. I dont think I can ever tell you who I am, it would destroy what little I have left of my heart if you were to reject me. Besides, for you, someone better than I will sweep you off your feet and love you the way you deserve. I only wish I could be the one to love you. I hope this letter doesn't make you too unhappy. I certainly didn't want that. Happy Valentine's Day.-
I blink. James and Peter's mouths are wide open and gaping as they too had read the letter. Someone just told me they loved me and had been for years. I dont know who this person is. I cant give him my reaction, which in my mind I'm turning cartwheels. How could this guy think that I wouldn't want him when he's the first to tell me those three words? My last concious thought before Moony joins us is: SOMEONE LOVES ME!
~~~~~
(dont own, sang by frank sinatra)
My funny Valentine
Sweet comic Valentine
You make me smile with my heart
Your looks are laughable
Unphotographable
Yet you're my favourite work of art
Is your figure less than Greek
Is your mouth a little weak
When you open it to speak
Are you smart?
But don't change a hair for me
Not if you care for me
Stay little Valentine stay
Each day is Valentine's day
Is your figure less than Greek
Is your mouth a little weak
When you open it to speak
Are you smart?
But don't you change one hair for me
Not if you care for me
Stay little Valentine stay
Each day is Valentine's day
~~~~~~
What did ya think? Good or bad? @_@ Er...sure...whatever. :D Anyhoo, I suppose you could review and let me know. ^_~
next chapter: Severus's POV of valentine's day morning.