A/N: I know I should be working on my other story, but I've come to a serious roadblock in it x.x Sooo .... I decided to write a new fic! It just kind of came to me today. Hope you enjoy it! ^^
Disclaimer: I do not own it, I just write about it :)
Warnings: Eh, some angst and innuendo, but not much else in this chapter ...
Remus Lupin sighed wearily and rubbed at his eyes with one hand while sorting together his books and rolls of parchment with the other. Judging by the lack of people in the Gryffindor Common room, it was around two in the morning and Remus had just finished two essays and a potions assignment.
Letting out a rather loud yawn, the sandy-haired boy scooped his belongings into his arms and made his way up the stairs, his thoughts filled of hot showers and his warm bed. These thoughts, however, vanished upon entering the dorm and finding one Sirius Black, shirtless and leaning against the window on the opposite side of the room, a fag dangling precariously from his lips.
Remus decided immediately that breathing in sharply was not the best reaction to the image before him and coughed, wrinkling his nose as he made his way to his bed.
"Merlin, Pads," the lupine boy muttered, dropping his schoolwork on the floor next to his bag. "Must you do that in the dorm room?"
"I'm standing by the window," Sirius mumbled around his cigarette as he thumbed through one of James' old Quidditch magazines.
"If you think that makes the smoke disappear, you are sadly mistaken. I could practically smell it all the way it the common room," Remus informed his dark-haired friend as he made his way across the room. "Besides, the breeze is blowing all the smoke into the room, not out of it." With that, he plucked the half-smoked cigarette from Sirius' lips and flicked it out the window.
"Oi! You got some of the ashes on my pants!" Sirius yelped, quickly brushing off the grey dust. His silver eyes narrowed in the werewolf's direction when he saw the ashes had left grey smudges in their wake. However, Remus had his back to the Black and was in the process of removing his shirt.
"It wouldn't have happened if you hadn't been smoking in here. McGonagall would have shat a chicken if she caught you with that cancer stick anyway," he said nonchalantly. He frowned and looked over his shoulder at his friend. "I can feel you staring and it's making me uncomfortable."
"Sorry," Sirius flushed, tearing his gaze from Remus' well-muscled back and focusing on the trees of the Forbidden Forest.
"Where are Jim and Pete?" Remus asked, flinging a towel over his shoulder as he kicked off his shoes.
"Erm, they should have been back by now … went to the kitchens for a midnight snack about an hour ago." Remus gave Sirius a toothy grin and replied,
"Then it wasn't exactly a midnight snack, was it now?"
"Oh, sod off you pouf," Sirius rolled his eyes and flung the magazine at Remus, who laughed and dodged it easily.
"Well, I'll be in the shower if you need me," Remus called as he disappeared through the door that adjoined to the bathroom. Sirius groaned and fell onto his bed. If only you knew how badly I'd like to take you up on that offer … He buried his face into the pillow and sighed deeply.
Lately, the raven-haired had been having less than platonic thoughts about the fellow marauder and resident werewolf, and he couldn't seem to understand why. You fancy him, obviously, the nagging voice in the back of his head murmured.
"Ugh! This is so frustrating!" Sirius cried.
"What, the fact that you haven't been laid in ages?" came an amused voice.
"Not now, Potter," Sirius whined, slightly muffled by the pillow. James Potter looked over his shoulder to ensure Peter Pettigrew wasn't listening before sitting on his best mate's bed.
"This about Remus?" James whispered. Sirius rolled onto his back and sighed.
"Yes …"
"Sirius, you need to figure out what's going on," James said, hazel eyes narrowing in corcern.
"Isn't it clear? My hormones are just going all wonky," Sirius snapped, turning his back to James once more. James frowned and leaned in.
"Hormones don't 'just go all wonky' when it comes to fancying one of your best mates," James hissed. Sirius sat up and pushed James off the bed before the bespectacled boy knew what hit him.
"Oi! Watch it you tosser!" James shouted, throwing a shoe at Sirius. Peter looked over just in time to see the shoe smack Sirius in the face and smirked before going back to changing.
"Can you believe him, Pete?" James asked incredulously, raising his voice to speak over Sirius' yelp of pain. "Trying to kill me when I'm helping him in his time of need!" The mousy boy snorted and climbed into his bed.
"From my angle it looked like 'helping' meant snogging, so yes," he smirked. James gaped at the other boy.
"What? I would not kiss that mutt! I know exactly where he's been!"
"More like who he's been with," Remus muttered as he re-entered the room, a crimson towel hugging hips.
"Exactly!" Remus rolled his eyes and kicked James playfully as he crossed the room to his bed. Sirius was sitting on the edge of his own bed, brow furrowed as he massaged his jaw. Remus raised a blonde eyebrow when Sirius looked up.
"Prongs threw a bleeding shoe at me," he complained. Remus chuckled and adjusted his towel, approaching Sirius. Silver eyes widened when he realized the towel was the only thing Remus was wearing.
"Let's have a look see," Remus mumbled, cupping the opposite side of Sirius' jaw with his free hand. Sirius, who was far too frazzled to move away, let alone protest, stared at his friend with wide eyes. Remus brushed Sirius' long, ebony hair out of his face and turned his head gently to inspect the damage. "That's going to bruise," he stated after a moment's inspection.
"You're quite inept at studying wounds, Moony," James teased, as he peeled off his socks.
"I've been a werewolf for eleven years Prongs, I know when something is going to leave a mark the next day," Remus replied haughtily, golden eyes studying Sirius' features a minute longer before pulling away.
Sirius nearly gasped with relief and quickly ran to the bathroom to relieve himself, leaving a very confused werewolf in his wake.
"What was that about?" Remus asked, pulling a pair of pyjama bottoms on and climbing into bed.
"Probably checking to see if he can fix his beautiful face before morning," Peter snorted, rolling his chocolate brown eyes. James smiled smugly to himself as he snuggled into his sheets, his grin hidden as Remus put out the lights. Sirius is in way over his head …
A/N: So ... what do you think? Worth writing more? :O