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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Remus/Sirius
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Grim Adventures Ch. 2
Hey Everyone, second chapter of my FIRST EVER fan fic is now up! Woot! Please please tell me what you think. I'm a whore for comments and I'll love you forever if I get them. Input is what keeps me writing... Please keep me writing!\
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The black haired boy smirked, taking the book back from Remus and slipping it into his pocket. It continued to gasp for breath, resting against his side. “Remus, if you don‘t stop preening about that badge I‘ll rip it off your chest!” James finally said after the werewolf had adjusted it yet again.
“You‘re just jealous, Potter,” Sirius slurred, “’Cause now Mooney can give you detentions for sneaking around and snogging all the skirts in Gryffindor!”
James snorted. He couldn’t care less about not having been made prefect. Sirius, on the other hand, gave a roughish grin that covered his true feelings. He was the first in a long line of Blacks not to have earned this high honor, a fact which his parents had reminded him of repeatedly over the summer. Not that he cared what they thought, he was just used to topping out in everything.
“Now Black‘s sticking up for a werewolf! The world is a twisted place men,” James joshed. He took great pride in having befriended Sirius Black, the Blackest sheep any family ever had.
“W-werewolf?” Sirius jumped up, eyes wide in mock fear. “M-Mooney… You‘re a werewolf?” He looked at his sandy-haired friend and feigned a faint, landing in Peter’s lap from which he was unceremoniously dumped onto the floor. He continued to lie in a heap on the floor until Lupin entered into his game. “Yes, yes I am. And I seek prey!” The werewolf sidled down beside Sirius and leaned toward him, breathing on his neck.
“Uh-oh, if you turn him we‘ll be even, Lupin. Two NORMAL people against two FREAKS!” James chuckled, watching the scene play out before him.
Sirius lay completely still, waiting. Mooney leaned in closer and dramatically feigned sinking his teeth into Sirius’ flesh, but in reality simply knelt over him and pressed his lips against the other boys pulse-point.
“NO!” James cried, flinging himself to the other side of their compartment. Sirius sat up and howled, stretching his arms in from of him and moaning.
“Wait, Black, wolves don‘t MOAN! That‘s infiri,” Lupin rolled his eyes.
“Oh, right. You don’t do that arm thing… But I’m pretty sure wolves moan!” Black replied, snickering and avoiding a smack to the head by inches.
The other two laughed at the innuendo and at the same time the train started to slow. ‘I‘m home,’ thought Sirius as they stepped out of the train and into Hogsmead station. The castle was gleaming like a thousand diamonds, light flooded through the windows and onto the grounds in silent, warm welcome. “I‘ve got to go and make sure the first years get out alright,” murmured Lupin, standing, re-adjusting his badge when James wasn’t looking, and exiting the compartment.
“So, tell me, James. Are you going to ask her out this year?” Sirius turned the conversation at once to romance as they pulled their things together in preparation to exit the train.
Potter rolled his eyes at his best friend. They each had a borderline-unhealthy obsession with one another’s love lives. “I don‘t know, Black. She hangs around with Snape! I can‘t see myself bringing him along on dates.”
It was Sirius’ turn to roll his eyes, though James did have a point. Once Peter had left the compartment, having felt the other two’s eyes asking him to leave, James said, “I think you should tell them, Sirius. Mooney won’t care and Peter will feel however we tell him to feel.” His tone was stern, not a look often found upon James Potter’s face. He was making his broodingly hot best friend sweat.
“Potter, I‘m already a disgrace to the family name. Do I have to be a freak as well?” He knew, deep down, that his other friends wouldn’t care about his secret, but he was still nervous. Nervous because Sirius Black would never be scared of anything.
“You‘re ALREADY a freak to us, Sirius. This‘ll just be the cherry on top of the double-chocolate-fudge sundae that is Sirius Black, family disgrace and mighty Marauder,” James replied, utterly straight-faced.
“If you ever refer to me as a double-fudge sundae again, Potter, I‘ll kill you,” was all the handsome youth said before exiting the train to find his other two friends, already waiting in a carriage.
James joined them only a moment later, snickering about the private conversation they’d had. Black shot him a lethal look, which only proved to make James laugh that much harder. Lupin and Pettigrew both tried to ferret out of them the reason for their respective moods, but failed miserably. All they got from James was more laughter, and from Sirius a glare.
Dinner had itself out in much the same way, with the addition of the three other Marauders pestering James about asking a certain red-haired Gryffindor girl out.
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The black haired boy smirked, taking the book back from Remus and slipping it into his pocket. It continued to gasp for breath, resting against his side. “Remus, if you don‘t stop preening about that badge I‘ll rip it off your chest!” James finally said after the werewolf had adjusted it yet again.
“You‘re just jealous, Potter,” Sirius slurred, “’Cause now Mooney can give you detentions for sneaking around and snogging all the skirts in Gryffindor!”
James snorted. He couldn’t care less about not having been made prefect. Sirius, on the other hand, gave a roughish grin that covered his true feelings. He was the first in a long line of Blacks not to have earned this high honor, a fact which his parents had reminded him of repeatedly over the summer. Not that he cared what they thought, he was just used to topping out in everything.
“Now Black‘s sticking up for a werewolf! The world is a twisted place men,” James joshed. He took great pride in having befriended Sirius Black, the Blackest sheep any family ever had.
“W-werewolf?” Sirius jumped up, eyes wide in mock fear. “M-Mooney… You‘re a werewolf?” He looked at his sandy-haired friend and feigned a faint, landing in Peter’s lap from which he was unceremoniously dumped onto the floor. He continued to lie in a heap on the floor until Lupin entered into his game. “Yes, yes I am. And I seek prey!” The werewolf sidled down beside Sirius and leaned toward him, breathing on his neck.
“Uh-oh, if you turn him we‘ll be even, Lupin. Two NORMAL people against two FREAKS!” James chuckled, watching the scene play out before him.
Sirius lay completely still, waiting. Mooney leaned in closer and dramatically feigned sinking his teeth into Sirius’ flesh, but in reality simply knelt over him and pressed his lips against the other boys pulse-point.
“NO!” James cried, flinging himself to the other side of their compartment. Sirius sat up and howled, stretching his arms in from of him and moaning.
“Wait, Black, wolves don‘t MOAN! That‘s infiri,” Lupin rolled his eyes.
“Oh, right. You don’t do that arm thing… But I’m pretty sure wolves moan!” Black replied, snickering and avoiding a smack to the head by inches.
The other two laughed at the innuendo and at the same time the train started to slow. ‘I‘m home,’ thought Sirius as they stepped out of the train and into Hogsmead station. The castle was gleaming like a thousand diamonds, light flooded through the windows and onto the grounds in silent, warm welcome. “I‘ve got to go and make sure the first years get out alright,” murmured Lupin, standing, re-adjusting his badge when James wasn’t looking, and exiting the compartment.
“So, tell me, James. Are you going to ask her out this year?” Sirius turned the conversation at once to romance as they pulled their things together in preparation to exit the train.
Potter rolled his eyes at his best friend. They each had a borderline-unhealthy obsession with one another’s love lives. “I don‘t know, Black. She hangs around with Snape! I can‘t see myself bringing him along on dates.”
It was Sirius’ turn to roll his eyes, though James did have a point. Once Peter had left the compartment, having felt the other two’s eyes asking him to leave, James said, “I think you should tell them, Sirius. Mooney won’t care and Peter will feel however we tell him to feel.” His tone was stern, not a look often found upon James Potter’s face. He was making his broodingly hot best friend sweat.
“Potter, I‘m already a disgrace to the family name. Do I have to be a freak as well?” He knew, deep down, that his other friends wouldn’t care about his secret, but he was still nervous. Nervous because Sirius Black would never be scared of anything.
“You‘re ALREADY a freak to us, Sirius. This‘ll just be the cherry on top of the double-chocolate-fudge sundae that is Sirius Black, family disgrace and mighty Marauder,” James replied, utterly straight-faced.
“If you ever refer to me as a double-fudge sundae again, Potter, I‘ll kill you,” was all the handsome youth said before exiting the train to find his other two friends, already waiting in a carriage.
James joined them only a moment later, snickering about the private conversation they’d had. Black shot him a lethal look, which only proved to make James laugh that much harder. Lupin and Pettigrew both tried to ferret out of them the reason for their respective moods, but failed miserably. All they got from James was more laughter, and from Sirius a glare.
Dinner had itself out in much the same way, with the addition of the three other Marauders pestering James about asking a certain red-haired Gryffindor girl out.