How do you know when you've reached the low point?
Well, yeah. I figure only 2 or 3 people will read it, so I can handle that.
For Remus Lupin, a warm fire, a good book, and a comfortable seat constitute happiness.
There aren’t many things Remus likes, so when he is given a quiet Friday evening to simply curl up and read, he can’t help but consider himself lucky. Of course, Remus likes his friends as well, but sometimes it’s better when they are gone and the common room is his to enjoy without distractions.
James spends his Fridays with Lily Evans, hidden in some old classroom, snogging like the walking hormones that they are. Peter goes to the library to practice chess with a voluptuous Ravenclaw, yet he seems more interested in the Ravenclaw than the chess game. Sirius, well, Sirius always has a girl, and never the same one. Every Friday he leaves with another date - Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff - Sirius likes them all. Some Friday nights, Sirius doesn’t come back to the dorm, and Remus falls asleep to the sound of Peter and James moaning about not getting ‘a shag.’
“Lucky prat,” James says, grudging respect in his voice. “Lily is just too old-fashioned.”
“Chess, James. I have to play chess with that stupid girl all the time!” Peter whines. “I play chess, he gets shagged. Why is that?”
“Peter, look at Sirius. The girls just never shut up about him.” James bats his lashes and imitates a girly voice. “Oh, that Sirius Black, isn’t he just the bestest? Look at that gorgeous hair and those eyes! Crystal blue eyes!” James nearly swoons.
Peter dissolves into giggles. “You’d make a good fairy, James!”
Remus rolls over and tries to sleep. He hates it when he wakes up and his pillow is wet.
***
Saturday morning is not Remus’s favorite morning of the week.
Sirius usually stumbles in sometime around dawn, just as Remus is waking up.
“Good morning, Moony.” Sirius, hair mussed and robes in disarray, smiles a ‘I just got laid, and it was pretty damn good smile,’ and waves to Remus. “You should get yourself a girl,” Sirius nearly slurs in his sleepiness.
Remus doesn’t bother to pursue girls. He knows it would be a waste of time for someone like him, so he just shrugs at Sirius. He attempts to stop his stomach from doing all those weird and uncomfortable flops that Sirius’s presence causes, but gives up and weakly smiles as he watches Sirius stumble toward his bed.
Sirius is asleep as his head hits the pillow, on top of his covers, shoed feet hanging off the side of the bed. Remus sighs, stands up, and gently moves Sirius further onto the bed, slowly removing his shoes and arranging them neatly on the floor. He tucks Sirius in but doesn’t move away immediately. Without a thought, he leans over his friend and simply gazes at him for a long moment.
Sirius looks innocent in sleep, his face relaxed and his breathing even, but Remus thinks he looks more beautiful when he is awake, and his intense eyes are visible. He is glad that they are closed right now, though, as he hesitantly moves his finger along Sirius’s cheek, slowly tucking Sirius’s long, dark hair behind his ear. That small lock of hair feels nice to Remus, and he wonders momentarily what it would feel like to run his hands through all of that soft hair. That thought dies when Sirius’s lips slowly part in sleep, quickly drawing Remus’s eyes to his mouth. As Remus is about to run his thumb across Sirius’s lower lip, Sirius exhales a warm breath that ghosts across Remus’s fingertips. Remus flinches away hastily, guiltily, releasing the breath he didn’t know he was holding.
He regains his normal breathing and quietly slips out of the room without turning to look back.
Peter and James continue to snore.
***
The common room is empty in the early morning, and Remus seats himself in his favorite chair near the fire. He picks up his abandoned book from last night, and slowly begins to read.
There are very few things Remus Lupin likes. Intriguing books, cozy fireplaces, soft couches, and his friends.
But, as Remus tries in vain to get his trembling hand to turn the page, he realizes that there’s really only one thing he loves.
20 minutes of not doing math homework. Oh, and I didn't even read it after I wrote it, just because that makes me feel lame. Hannah understands... I think...
For Remus Lupin, a warm fire, a good book, and a comfortable seat constitute happiness.
There aren’t many things Remus likes, so when he is given a quiet Friday evening to simply curl up and read, he can’t help but consider himself lucky. Of course, Remus likes his friends as well, but sometimes it’s better when they are gone and the common room is his to enjoy without distractions.
James spends his Fridays with Lily Evans, hidden in some old classroom, snogging like the walking hormones that they are. Peter goes to the library to practice chess with a voluptuous Ravenclaw, yet he seems more interested in the Ravenclaw than the chess game. Sirius, well, Sirius always has a girl, and never the same one. Every Friday he leaves with another date - Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff - Sirius likes them all. Some Friday nights, Sirius doesn’t come back to the dorm, and Remus falls asleep to the sound of Peter and James moaning about not getting ‘a shag.’
“Lucky prat,” James says, grudging respect in his voice. “Lily is just too old-fashioned.”
“Chess, James. I have to play chess with that stupid girl all the time!” Peter whines. “I play chess, he gets shagged. Why is that?”
“Peter, look at Sirius. The girls just never shut up about him.” James bats his lashes and imitates a girly voice. “Oh, that Sirius Black, isn’t he just the bestest? Look at that gorgeous hair and those eyes! Crystal blue eyes!” James nearly swoons.
Peter dissolves into giggles. “You’d make a good fairy, James!”
Remus rolls over and tries to sleep. He hates it when he wakes up and his pillow is wet.
***
Saturday morning is not Remus’s favorite morning of the week.
Sirius usually stumbles in sometime around dawn, just as Remus is waking up.
“Good morning, Moony.” Sirius, hair mussed and robes in disarray, smiles a ‘I just got laid, and it was pretty damn good smile,’ and waves to Remus. “You should get yourself a girl,” Sirius nearly slurs in his sleepiness.
Remus doesn’t bother to pursue girls. He knows it would be a waste of time for someone like him, so he just shrugs at Sirius. He attempts to stop his stomach from doing all those weird and uncomfortable flops that Sirius’s presence causes, but gives up and weakly smiles as he watches Sirius stumble toward his bed.
Sirius is asleep as his head hits the pillow, on top of his covers, shoed feet hanging off the side of the bed. Remus sighs, stands up, and gently moves Sirius further onto the bed, slowly removing his shoes and arranging them neatly on the floor. He tucks Sirius in but doesn’t move away immediately. Without a thought, he leans over his friend and simply gazes at him for a long moment.
Sirius looks innocent in sleep, his face relaxed and his breathing even, but Remus thinks he looks more beautiful when he is awake, and his intense eyes are visible. He is glad that they are closed right now, though, as he hesitantly moves his finger along Sirius’s cheek, slowly tucking Sirius’s long, dark hair behind his ear. That small lock of hair feels nice to Remus, and he wonders momentarily what it would feel like to run his hands through all of that soft hair. That thought dies when Sirius’s lips slowly part in sleep, quickly drawing Remus’s eyes to his mouth. As Remus is about to run his thumb across Sirius’s lower lip, Sirius exhales a warm breath that ghosts across Remus’s fingertips. Remus flinches away hastily, guiltily, releasing the breath he didn’t know he was holding.
He regains his normal breathing and quietly slips out of the room without turning to look back.
Peter and James continue to snore.
***
The common room is empty in the early morning, and Remus seats himself in his favorite chair near the fire. He picks up his abandoned book from last night, and slowly begins to read.
There are very few things Remus Lupin likes. Intriguing books, cozy fireplaces, soft couches, and his friends.
But, as Remus tries in vain to get his trembling hand to turn the page, he realizes that there’s really only one thing he loves.
20 minutes of not doing math homework. Oh, and I didn't even read it after I wrote it, just because that makes me feel lame. Hannah understands... I think...