Don't Tickle the Sleeping Dragon
Title: Don't Tickle the Sleeping Dragon
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Sirius/Remus, Peter, James
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Suggestion
Word count: 595
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gift for mmouse15, who asked for Marauders' Era, with the prompts of dragon, gold, spell
Summary: Sirius has a nervous boyfriend.
"What are you doing with the map, Moony?"
Remus didn't bother looking up from studying the map spread out on the table in front of him. "I'm adjusting the spell on it to add that passageway we discovered after classes the other day," he replied distractedly.
If there was anything Sirius hated, it was being ignored. He flopped onto the sofa next to Remus and reached for the map. "Let me see."
Remus knocked Sirius' hand away. "Paws off, Padfoot."
"I helped make this map, and I want to help make any changes," Sirius protested. He crowded closer, experiencing a secret thrill at the feel of being pressed against Remus. Sirius was soon distracted himself, however.
"Wait. Is that Prongs and Miss Evans I see in the alcove behind the One-Eyed Witch?"
Remus bent his head and peered more closely at the map. "Why yes, I believe it is," he replied, grinning at having caught their friend in a rendezvous.
"With luck, he'll declare his undying love, and she will stomp on his foot and flounce away," said Sirius, laughing at the thought. "Pure comedy gold!"
"I think it's cute," Peter opined from the opposite side of the common room.
"You would," snorted Sirius.
"What is that supposed to mean?" demanded Peter.
"It means he's a wanker," said Remus.
"I'll wank you one," growled Sirius. He immediately cringed. "Wait, that didn't come out right."
Peter whooped with laughter, while Remus' ears got red. He tried to scoot away from Sirius, but Sirius wasn't having it. He wiggled closer.
"Where's the dragon?" Sirius murmured in Remus' ear.
"Sorry?"
"You know, the dragon in our motto," said Sirius. "Don't tickle the sleeping dragon. If we're being warned not to molest it, then the creature must be hidden in the castle somewhere."
"It's probably in the dungeons," Peter offered.
Sirius shot him an irritated look. "Why don't you go study something, Wormtail?"
"Fine," huffed Peter, standing up. "I'll just leave you two lovebirds alone." He stalked away, but not before glaring at Sirius once more.
Remus sighed. "Why did you do that? You know how sensitive he is."
"I wanted to spend some quality time with my boyfriend," Sirius replied, walking his fingers up Remus' thigh.
Remus pushed his hand away once more. "We agreed to keep this...whatever it is, between just the two of us, remember?"
"I can't help it," Sirius murmured. "I have a thing for big, bad wolves."
Remus shivered a little. "You can't...can't say things like that to me during the day," he whispered. "Makes it harder to keep our secret."
"All I heard out of that was that I'm making something harder," teased Sirius. His fingers reached their target, and he brushed Remus' groin with his knuckles.
Remus bucked up and caught Sirius' hand. "S-stop," he pleaded.
"We don't need to stop; we only need to find a private place to shag."
Remus groaned, partially in dismay and partially in desire. Sirius had that effect on him. He was about to capitulate, when James stormed into the common room. Remus sprang away from Sirius so quickly that he almost fell on the floor. James didn't seem to notice.
"Bloody Evans and her bloody pride and her gorgeous bloody ginger hair-"
"Trouble in paradise?" drawled Sirius, halting James' tirade.
James threw himself into the chair that Peter had vacated, whereupon he heaved a gusty sigh. "A lovers' quarrel," he said. "Nothing more. You two wouldn't understand."
James was too caught up in his own drama to notice the amused look that passed between his friends.
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Sirius/Remus, Peter, James
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Suggestion
Word count: 595
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gift for mmouse15, who asked for Marauders' Era, with the prompts of dragon, gold, spell
Summary: Sirius has a nervous boyfriend.
"What are you doing with the map, Moony?"
Remus didn't bother looking up from studying the map spread out on the table in front of him. "I'm adjusting the spell on it to add that passageway we discovered after classes the other day," he replied distractedly.
If there was anything Sirius hated, it was being ignored. He flopped onto the sofa next to Remus and reached for the map. "Let me see."
Remus knocked Sirius' hand away. "Paws off, Padfoot."
"I helped make this map, and I want to help make any changes," Sirius protested. He crowded closer, experiencing a secret thrill at the feel of being pressed against Remus. Sirius was soon distracted himself, however.
"Wait. Is that Prongs and Miss Evans I see in the alcove behind the One-Eyed Witch?"
Remus bent his head and peered more closely at the map. "Why yes, I believe it is," he replied, grinning at having caught their friend in a rendezvous.
"With luck, he'll declare his undying love, and she will stomp on his foot and flounce away," said Sirius, laughing at the thought. "Pure comedy gold!"
"I think it's cute," Peter opined from the opposite side of the common room.
"You would," snorted Sirius.
"What is that supposed to mean?" demanded Peter.
"It means he's a wanker," said Remus.
"I'll wank you one," growled Sirius. He immediately cringed. "Wait, that didn't come out right."
Peter whooped with laughter, while Remus' ears got red. He tried to scoot away from Sirius, but Sirius wasn't having it. He wiggled closer.
"Where's the dragon?" Sirius murmured in Remus' ear.
"Sorry?"
"You know, the dragon in our motto," said Sirius. "Don't tickle the sleeping dragon. If we're being warned not to molest it, then the creature must be hidden in the castle somewhere."
"It's probably in the dungeons," Peter offered.
Sirius shot him an irritated look. "Why don't you go study something, Wormtail?"
"Fine," huffed Peter, standing up. "I'll just leave you two lovebirds alone." He stalked away, but not before glaring at Sirius once more.
Remus sighed. "Why did you do that? You know how sensitive he is."
"I wanted to spend some quality time with my boyfriend," Sirius replied, walking his fingers up Remus' thigh.
Remus pushed his hand away once more. "We agreed to keep this...whatever it is, between just the two of us, remember?"
"I can't help it," Sirius murmured. "I have a thing for big, bad wolves."
Remus shivered a little. "You can't...can't say things like that to me during the day," he whispered. "Makes it harder to keep our secret."
"All I heard out of that was that I'm making something harder," teased Sirius. His fingers reached their target, and he brushed Remus' groin with his knuckles.
Remus bucked up and caught Sirius' hand. "S-stop," he pleaded.
"We don't need to stop; we only need to find a private place to shag."
Remus groaned, partially in dismay and partially in desire. Sirius had that effect on him. He was about to capitulate, when James stormed into the common room. Remus sprang away from Sirius so quickly that he almost fell on the floor. James didn't seem to notice.
"Bloody Evans and her bloody pride and her gorgeous bloody ginger hair-"
"Trouble in paradise?" drawled Sirius, halting James' tirade.
James threw himself into the chair that Peter had vacated, whereupon he heaved a gusty sigh. "A lovers' quarrel," he said. "Nothing more. You two wouldn't understand."
James was too caught up in his own drama to notice the amused look that passed between his friends.