Rating: T

Genre: Humour/Romance/Friendship

Pairing: Remus/Sirius, later a bit Lily/James

Warning: Uh, I don't know. None, I think?

Summary: Remus and Sirius find out they are gifted with what Dumbledore lightly calls "romantic potential".

Disclaimer: Sirius and Remus don't belong to me, neither do James, Peter, Dumbledore, Lily, Hogwarts or anyone/anything else you might recognize. I just made up the plot.

A/N: Yeah so, I still don't have any real free time due to university applications, so I decided to write yet another fanfiction. I know. That's simply how my mind works. *sign*

Romantic potential

by CyaSunn

Chapter One: The 'Get It Done' type of person

It was a nice Saturday morning, only two and a half weeks from Christmas, and the four marauders made their way through the Great Hall still laughing among themselves about their latest prank which had contained their Transfiguration professor, a bathtub, and a mop. They were planning on a relaxed day outside underneath their tree since snow seemed to come late this year. Of course, this had not stopped anyone from already decorating the school for Christmas. However, their plan got interrupted by Remus and Sirius' sudden stop in front of the Great Hall doors. Because they had been leading the group, James and Peter also jerked to a halt.

"Why did you stop?" James asked them, but the two boys were occupied trying to walk from the spot - and failing miserably. Simultaneously, they directed their gazes to the treacherous plant above them.

"But how-?" Sirius asked dumbly while Remus voiced his thoughts much more clearly: "I thought they only affected people when they were of different genders – Lily and Alice walked under it just a few minutes ago and nothing happened to them!"

"Ah, but it's a little more complicated than that," Dumbledore chuckled quietly behind them and they turned to see the headmaster standing only a few feet away. "You see, mistletoes recognize not simply genders but romantic potential."

"Romantic potential?" Sirius spat out looking rather horrified. Remus beside him turned a shade of deep crimson and seemed to be at a loss of words.

"Yes," the headmaster answered lightly. "It appears to me that you two might have a shot at a great future together."

James, who had eyed his best friends with a look quite similar to Sirius' before, now burst into mad laughter. Sirius sent him a well-deserved death glare.

"Sorry mate," James said grinning. "I just imagined you two sitting side by side in your rocking chairs, holding hands and talking about the great life you led together. You know, you do behave like an old couple sometimes," he added as an afterthought.

Had Sirius not been currently stuck under a bloody mistletoe with his bloody male best friend, his other best friend would have won himself a good punch in his bloody face.

"Professor, how do we get rid of this?" Remus asked Dumbledore now; he had clearly found his voice again.

"Oh, I must think you'll have to do it the traditional way," Dumbledore smiled at the two boys. Remus started at the headmaster in horror while Sirius could see all his years of careful establishing his 'Hogwarts Sex God' image go to waste before his inner eye.

"What does that mean, the traditional way?" Peter asked James silently, but James didn't do him the favour to whisper his answer as he said out loud: "They have to kiss, Wormtail."

Remus thought he was going to faint. He had known the meaning of "doing it the traditional way" of course, but hearing it confirmed by someone else was even worse than just knowing it yourself. Oh, and there was also the small fact that by now, every pupil currently present in the Great Hall had definitely noticed in what position he and Sirius were in and that they stared shamelessly.

"Surely the mistletoe isn't working properly," Sirius said weakly, his mind still fixed on their supposed 'romantic potential'.

"I highly doubt that," Dumbledore replied smiling brightly. "But there is an easy way to find out…" He waved his wand in a complicated fashion and sure enough, some numbers appeared over the heads of the those mistletoe-stuck boys. The numbers started at 01 and went up quickly until they stopped on 94. The headmaster chuckled a moment before he said: "There you go, a rare and wonderful 94% of romantic potential."

"I think I'm going to faint," Remus said out loud this time, but Sirius shot him an angry look and replied: "Don't you dare fall into my arms, Remus! I will most certainly not catch you right now!"

Turned towards Dumbledore, he said: "But surely this isn't very uncommon, all the married ones will have about 100%, right?" His voice sounded awfully hoarse.

The headmaster's eyes twinkled at the boy's attempt to make this seem like a common coincidence. It was, of course, useless. "Oh no, dear boy," Dumbledore replied happily. "Most spouses have about 60%."

"Can I faint now?" Remus said horror-struck. Sirius didn't answer, all the colour had drained from his face.

"Isn't there any way around this?" the young Lycanthrope asked with all his last hope.

"Well no," Dumbledore said. "You two will have to kiss eventually. However, there is a possibility to postpone it for two weeks, but not longer."

Remus opened his mouth to agree to that – it was better than nothing, at the very least – but Sirius beat him to it: "Absolutely not!"

All eyes in the Great Hall turned to Sirius who flushed slightly. "I am not running around dreading this for the next two weeks, not a chance! I am more the 'Get It Done' type of person," he flashed the female population of Hogwarts a smile which no one but his best friends could tell from his normal, confident Sex God smile.

Remus stared at him in anger. If the great Sirius Black wanted this all behind him, who was he, small Remus Lupin, to disagree? The fact that in two weeks there would be much less people around since it were the Christmas holidays and that he, Remus Lupin, did not like attention one single bit seemed to have slipped Sirius' mind.

What Sirius hadn't included in his calculations, but which really helped them from what would have been a really awkward, hesitant kiss to a quick, furious crush of their lips, was the fact that angry Remus was a lot less reflecting than shy Remus and therefore, angry Remus was a lot easier to kiss. Sirius found this out in the short seconds in which Remus pressed his lips to his and hadn't his mind been preoccupied with the fact that this shouldn't feel good in any way, he would have noticed how nicely Remus' lips seemed to fit to his.

As things were, it was over before Sirius had really grasped that it had begun and the next thing he knew the door of the Great Hall closed silently behind Remus' retarding figure. Sirius stood still for some seconds, frozen in his place, before he seemed to snap out of his thoughts and grinned around the hall: "So, did you enjoy the show?"

But when he shot James a look, it clearly said: Take me out of here. I don't care how you do it, just do it. Now.

TBC

Well hello all my dear readers. It's nice to see you here. Would you care to leave me a small review (I don't mind if you forget about the "small" part)? It would maybe help inspire me to write you the next chapter, just so you know.

Ah, I'm not good with that sort of talk, but you know, every writer lives for the feedback. So do tell me if you liked it and why or if not, why you didn't. I really want to get better. I don't have cookies, but I've got muffins, if that helps at all.

Cya XXX