2) Remus/Sirius ("Muggle Tradition")saturniiaJune 28 2011, 02:07:43 UTC
Remus Lupin/ Sirius Black (c 1979)
"Mmm… Moony," Sirius Black murmured against his best friend's lips. "I think I love you."
"I think you're too drunk to remember saying that tomorrow morning," Remus Lupin replied, pushing Sirius away from himself and onto a bench in the Potters' enormous back garden.
"I do, though. I really really do!" Sirius insisted, before breaking out in a Muggle tune he'd heard once in London, some time during their first year holiday break.
"I think I love you, but what'm'I so afraid of? I'm afraid that I'm not sure of a love that there's no cure for…"
Remus shook his head.
"Sirius, you're drunk. Just get some sleep," Remus insisted.
"Nuh-uh. We have to plan the wedding!" Sirius exclaimed.
"What?" Remus exclaimed.
Sirius waved a hand at the bunch of flowers in Remus's hands, a lacy, beaded band of fabric around his wrist catching the fairy lights.
"You caught the bouquet. I caught the garter. We're next to be married! Muggle tradition," he insisted, nodding gravely.
Remus didn't know whether he wanted to melt in embarrassment or laugh in disbelief. Instead, he humored his determined friend.
"You haven't even proposed," he laughed, "and you don't have a ring!"
"I'll get that tomorrow," Sirius muttered, his eyes already drooping in drunk exhaustion.
"You do that," Remus replied, hauling Sirius to his feet and wrapping one of the taller man's arms around his shoulders.
"Don't know what I'm up against, driving 'round a roundabout," Sirius sang to himself as they walked slowly back to the Potters' house, where they'd be staying the night.
Remus shook his head.
No way would Sirius remember this in the morning, and if he did, he'd just deny it.
"Mmm… Moony," Sirius Black murmured against his best friend's lips. "I think I love you."
"I think you're too drunk to remember saying that tomorrow morning," Remus Lupin replied, pushing Sirius away from himself and onto a bench in the Potters' enormous back garden.
"I do, though. I really really do!" Sirius insisted, before breaking out in a Muggle tune he'd heard once in London, some time during their first year holiday break.
"I think I love you, but what'm'I so afraid of? I'm afraid that I'm not sure of a love that there's no cure for…"
Remus shook his head.
"Sirius, you're drunk. Just get some sleep," Remus insisted.
"Nuh-uh. We have to plan the wedding!" Sirius exclaimed.
"What?" Remus exclaimed.
Sirius waved a hand at the bunch of flowers in Remus's hands, a lacy, beaded band of fabric around his wrist catching the fairy lights.
"You caught the bouquet. I caught the garter. We're next to be married! Muggle tradition," he insisted, nodding gravely.
Remus didn't know whether he wanted to melt in embarrassment or laugh in disbelief. Instead, he humored his determined friend.
"You haven't even proposed," he laughed, "and you don't have a ring!"
"I'll get that tomorrow," Sirius muttered, his eyes already drooping in drunk exhaustion.
"You do that," Remus replied, hauling Sirius to his feet and wrapping one of the taller man's arms around his shoulders.
"Don't know what I'm up against, driving 'round a roundabout," Sirius sang to himself as they walked slowly back to the Potters' house, where they'd be staying the night.
Remus shook his head.
No way would Sirius remember this in the morning, and if he did, he'd just deny it.
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