ever dream, chapter three.
Title: Ever Dream (3/5?)
Pairings: Sirius Black / Remus Lupin, James / Lily mentioned
Author: lilja_june / vollmondnacht
Beta: stella_fiver
Genre: Romance
Rating: PG-13 for now, will go up
Summary: This is what happens when Sirius and Remus realise they care a bit more about each other than they thought. How long will it take them to work it out? Will they be able to let it happen? Another Marauder story from me, set in their 6th year.
Disclaimer: It all belongs to JKR, I own nothing and no one. I don't even own the title, that's stolen from a Nightwish song XD
Previous chapters: [ 1] [ 2]
Kisses are like tears,
the only real ones are the ones you can't hold back.
Chapter 3
During the following week, a sort of agreement had developed between Remus and Sirius. Whenever Sirius noticed the other boy having a nightmare again, he would go over and wake him up, then stay with him for the rest of the night.
Sirius wondered why he hadn’t noticed about all of that earlier, because now he thought about it, it had been pretty obvious that Remus had gotten little to almost no sleep lately. He was happy to see that the other boy looked a lot healthier after a couple of nights with a normal amount of sleep.
The other boys knew about their new sleeping arrangements. James had noticed rather soon, but didn’t ask questions. When Sirius told him about Remus’ nightmares in a private moment, James had understood and nodded in approvement. And it wasn’t very much like Peter to question anything his friends did, anyway. If he found this strange, he kept his mouth shut about it.
Saturday was the day of the Quidditch match. The whole school was out on the Quidditch pitch to see what was easily the most anticipated match of the year. Both Gryffindor and Slytherin had excellent teams and it was probably down to which team was in better form today.
Remus and Peter were at the stands along with all their fellow Gryffindors, cheering their team on. The match started and for a long time, neither team was in the lead for a long time. It seemed to only depend on which Seeker caught the snitch.
Suddenly there was uproar among the Gryffindor supporters, one of their team members had just been hit by a bludger. That was part of the game, of course, but this had looked particularly nasty.
“Was that Sirius?!” Remus said to Peter.They were too far away to actually identify the players.
“I don’t know…” Peter was standing on tiptoe to get a better view. “Can’t see enough… it was one of our beaters though,” he added and craned his neck, only noticing that Remus wasn’t standing beside him anymore after a while. “Remus! Wait for me…” Peter called out as he followed his friend down to the pitch.
By the time the two of them had arrived down there, James had called for a time-out and the Gryffindor team members were landing one by one and descending from their broomsticks. Sirius was the last one to land, stumbling off his broom and letting his bat drop to the floor.
“Fucking bludger,” he cursed, “Almost knocked me off my broom!”
“Are you alright?” Remus asked. He and Peter had now joined the team at the edge of the pitch.
“Yeah… Takes more than a bludger to take me down.” Sirius grinned but then winced, clutching his arm. “Bloody hurts, though. I guess it’s broken,” he added.
James sighed. “I guess we’re one player short then?”
“Seems like it,” Sirius replied, “Sorry, mate.”
“We’ll kick their asses, anyway.” James winked. “And you’d better go and see Pomfrey.”
“What?! If I can’t play then I’ll watch at least! You can’t be serious,” Sirius protested.
“James is right, the sooner your arm gets healed, the better,” Remus agreed, grabbing Sirius’ uninjured arm and dragging him along, having to stand his whining about not seeing the rest of the match all the way up to the castle.
~*~
An hour later, Remus and Sirius left the infirmary. Sirius’ broken arm had been a piece of cake for Madam Pomfrey to heal and once she was sure everything was alright, she told the boys they could leave.
The news that Gryffindor had won the match had already reached them just as they had entered the castle, Sirius jumping up in triumph and dearly regretting that as he had temporarily forgotten his injured arm.
Now the two of them were on their way back to the common room to celebrate the victory of Gryffindor. “See, we even beat them with one player short!” Sirius said, “And you have to agree, it really is a loss when I’m missing…”
Remus laughed. “I don’t know…” he said, “Maybe it’s not such a bad thing to play without you. So at least your ego doesn’t get in the way.” He stuck out his tongue.
“My ego has the right to be as big as it is,” Sirius replied and then winked, “Hey, what about we make a detour to the kitchen? Get some butterbeer and other good stuff? Do you still have James’ cloak with you?”
“Yep.” Remus nodded. “Although I don’t know whether I should really support this, me being a Prefect and all… Shouldn’t I keep you from doing forbidden things?” He chuckled.
Sirius grinned and put his arm around the slightly smaller boy’s shoulder. “Ah… but you should know by now that I’m a hopeless case.”
“At least you admit it,” Remus answered, taking out the Invisibility Cloak from his robes and then, after checking that they were alone in the corridor, putting it over himself and Sirius.
It didn’t take them long to get to the kitchen and get everything they wanted there. The house-elves there loved them and were always happy to help. Remus sometimes felt like they were somehow exploiting the elves, but then again, they were happy to help them, right?
They were already out the kitchen for a while when they realised they had forgotten to put the cloak back on and suddenly heard a voice that was unmistakably that of the caretaker Mr Filch as he talked to his cat.
“He can’t see us with all the stuff,” Remus said, panicking slightly, “Shit, where did I put the cloak…”
Sirius, being a little more practical, looked around and saw a broom closet only a few feet away. “In here…” he said quietly and pulled Remus inside with him.
For a while, both of them only listened and waited for Filch to leave again. Until Remus realised something. He sighed. “Sirius, do you know where exactly we are?”
“Somewhere on the ground floor, why?” Sirius replied, before he understood what Remus wanted to say, “Oh… please don’t tell me we’re right outside Filch’s bloody office, are we?”
“Yep… and he just went in.” Remus peered through a crack in the door. “I think we have to wait till he leaves… even with the cloak, if he saw the door open, he’d know there’s someone here.”
Sirius groaned, letting his head fall forward against Remus’ shoulder. “Tough luck… But well, I could imagine worse things than being stuck in a broom closet with you.”
It was dark in the closet, but Remus could practically hear the grin on Sirius’ face. He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, whatever…”
“Awww, you don’t believe me.” Sirius pouted.
“Believe what?” Remus asked. Sometimes, his friend was a complete mystery to him. For example when he said things like that. Was he simply teasing him? Did he mean it? And if he did, what exactly did it mean?
“That I like to be with you… well, maybe a broom closet is not the best of all locations… but sometimes you can’t choose,” Sirius explained.
Remus felt himself blush and was happy that it was dark enough so that Sirius wouldn’t notice. He simply didn’t get Sirius sometimes. He also didn’t know how to interpret his own reaction. There was no need to blush, of course his friends liked to be with him, they were his friends after all…
Suddenly, Remus became aware of how small the broom closet actually was and how close they were. Their bodies were touching and he could even feel Sirius’ breath on his face.
“You know I meant that, do you?” the dark haired boy asked now.
Remus nodded, momentarily forgetting that Sirius probably couldn’t see that. And suddenly it seemed like his heartbeat had taken on an unnaturally fast rhythm when he felt Sirius’ hand under his chin, lifting his face up. Remus squinted through the darkness, his eyes had adjusted to the dim light, so he could at least barely make out Sirius’ face in the dark.
His heart skipped a beat when he noticed Sirius lean forward towards him. He wasn’t going to…? Oh yes, he was. Sirius was kissing him. Sirius Black was really kissing him, Remus Lupin. For a moment, he didn’t react at all, too shocked by the course this had taken. Then he felt himself responding to the kiss, although it felt like he was standing beside himself, simply acting because this seemed liked the most plausible thing to do.
It was a sweet, innocent kiss and none of them were making a move to deepen it. And it was over as quickly as it had begun. Remus just stared at Sirius for a few seconds before Sirius started speaking: “Remus, I…”
“I think Filch is gone, it’s safe to leave now,” Remus cut him off, his voice sounding distant, even cold. He was confused. He didn’t want to hear any ‘I’m sorrys’ from Sirius or that he was merely curious. Because surely that had been his motive. Remus opened the door and left, not waiting for Sirius to catch up with him. He also didn’t look back as he made his way towards Gryffindor tower and the common room.
If he had done that, he would have seen the hurt expression on Sirius’ face.
Tbc…
A/N: I’m sorry for that… I couldn’t stand the sweetness anymore. So I let my own frustration pass to Remus -.- But I can assure things won’t be like that for too long ;) More ‘bad’ news: the next part won’t be up before next week, my beta isn’t there. And now comment away ^^
Pairings: Sirius Black / Remus Lupin, James / Lily mentioned
Author: lilja_june / vollmondnacht
Beta: stella_fiver
Genre: Romance
Rating: PG-13 for now, will go up
Summary: This is what happens when Sirius and Remus realise they care a bit more about each other than they thought. How long will it take them to work it out? Will they be able to let it happen? Another Marauder story from me, set in their 6th year.
Disclaimer: It all belongs to JKR, I own nothing and no one. I don't even own the title, that's stolen from a Nightwish song XD
Previous chapters: [ 1] [ 2]
Kisses are like tears,
the only real ones are the ones you can't hold back.
Chapter 3
During the following week, a sort of agreement had developed between Remus and Sirius. Whenever Sirius noticed the other boy having a nightmare again, he would go over and wake him up, then stay with him for the rest of the night.
Sirius wondered why he hadn’t noticed about all of that earlier, because now he thought about it, it had been pretty obvious that Remus had gotten little to almost no sleep lately. He was happy to see that the other boy looked a lot healthier after a couple of nights with a normal amount of sleep.
The other boys knew about their new sleeping arrangements. James had noticed rather soon, but didn’t ask questions. When Sirius told him about Remus’ nightmares in a private moment, James had understood and nodded in approvement. And it wasn’t very much like Peter to question anything his friends did, anyway. If he found this strange, he kept his mouth shut about it.
Saturday was the day of the Quidditch match. The whole school was out on the Quidditch pitch to see what was easily the most anticipated match of the year. Both Gryffindor and Slytherin had excellent teams and it was probably down to which team was in better form today.
Remus and Peter were at the stands along with all their fellow Gryffindors, cheering their team on. The match started and for a long time, neither team was in the lead for a long time. It seemed to only depend on which Seeker caught the snitch.
Suddenly there was uproar among the Gryffindor supporters, one of their team members had just been hit by a bludger. That was part of the game, of course, but this had looked particularly nasty.
“Was that Sirius?!” Remus said to Peter.They were too far away to actually identify the players.
“I don’t know…” Peter was standing on tiptoe to get a better view. “Can’t see enough… it was one of our beaters though,” he added and craned his neck, only noticing that Remus wasn’t standing beside him anymore after a while. “Remus! Wait for me…” Peter called out as he followed his friend down to the pitch.
By the time the two of them had arrived down there, James had called for a time-out and the Gryffindor team members were landing one by one and descending from their broomsticks. Sirius was the last one to land, stumbling off his broom and letting his bat drop to the floor.
“Fucking bludger,” he cursed, “Almost knocked me off my broom!”
“Are you alright?” Remus asked. He and Peter had now joined the team at the edge of the pitch.
“Yeah… Takes more than a bludger to take me down.” Sirius grinned but then winced, clutching his arm. “Bloody hurts, though. I guess it’s broken,” he added.
James sighed. “I guess we’re one player short then?”
“Seems like it,” Sirius replied, “Sorry, mate.”
“We’ll kick their asses, anyway.” James winked. “And you’d better go and see Pomfrey.”
“What?! If I can’t play then I’ll watch at least! You can’t be serious,” Sirius protested.
“James is right, the sooner your arm gets healed, the better,” Remus agreed, grabbing Sirius’ uninjured arm and dragging him along, having to stand his whining about not seeing the rest of the match all the way up to the castle.
~*~
An hour later, Remus and Sirius left the infirmary. Sirius’ broken arm had been a piece of cake for Madam Pomfrey to heal and once she was sure everything was alright, she told the boys they could leave.
The news that Gryffindor had won the match had already reached them just as they had entered the castle, Sirius jumping up in triumph and dearly regretting that as he had temporarily forgotten his injured arm.
Now the two of them were on their way back to the common room to celebrate the victory of Gryffindor. “See, we even beat them with one player short!” Sirius said, “And you have to agree, it really is a loss when I’m missing…”
Remus laughed. “I don’t know…” he said, “Maybe it’s not such a bad thing to play without you. So at least your ego doesn’t get in the way.” He stuck out his tongue.
“My ego has the right to be as big as it is,” Sirius replied and then winked, “Hey, what about we make a detour to the kitchen? Get some butterbeer and other good stuff? Do you still have James’ cloak with you?”
“Yep.” Remus nodded. “Although I don’t know whether I should really support this, me being a Prefect and all… Shouldn’t I keep you from doing forbidden things?” He chuckled.
Sirius grinned and put his arm around the slightly smaller boy’s shoulder. “Ah… but you should know by now that I’m a hopeless case.”
“At least you admit it,” Remus answered, taking out the Invisibility Cloak from his robes and then, after checking that they were alone in the corridor, putting it over himself and Sirius.
It didn’t take them long to get to the kitchen and get everything they wanted there. The house-elves there loved them and were always happy to help. Remus sometimes felt like they were somehow exploiting the elves, but then again, they were happy to help them, right?
They were already out the kitchen for a while when they realised they had forgotten to put the cloak back on and suddenly heard a voice that was unmistakably that of the caretaker Mr Filch as he talked to his cat.
“He can’t see us with all the stuff,” Remus said, panicking slightly, “Shit, where did I put the cloak…”
Sirius, being a little more practical, looked around and saw a broom closet only a few feet away. “In here…” he said quietly and pulled Remus inside with him.
For a while, both of them only listened and waited for Filch to leave again. Until Remus realised something. He sighed. “Sirius, do you know where exactly we are?”
“Somewhere on the ground floor, why?” Sirius replied, before he understood what Remus wanted to say, “Oh… please don’t tell me we’re right outside Filch’s bloody office, are we?”
“Yep… and he just went in.” Remus peered through a crack in the door. “I think we have to wait till he leaves… even with the cloak, if he saw the door open, he’d know there’s someone here.”
Sirius groaned, letting his head fall forward against Remus’ shoulder. “Tough luck… But well, I could imagine worse things than being stuck in a broom closet with you.”
It was dark in the closet, but Remus could practically hear the grin on Sirius’ face. He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, whatever…”
“Awww, you don’t believe me.” Sirius pouted.
“Believe what?” Remus asked. Sometimes, his friend was a complete mystery to him. For example when he said things like that. Was he simply teasing him? Did he mean it? And if he did, what exactly did it mean?
“That I like to be with you… well, maybe a broom closet is not the best of all locations… but sometimes you can’t choose,” Sirius explained.
Remus felt himself blush and was happy that it was dark enough so that Sirius wouldn’t notice. He simply didn’t get Sirius sometimes. He also didn’t know how to interpret his own reaction. There was no need to blush, of course his friends liked to be with him, they were his friends after all…
Suddenly, Remus became aware of how small the broom closet actually was and how close they were. Their bodies were touching and he could even feel Sirius’ breath on his face.
“You know I meant that, do you?” the dark haired boy asked now.
Remus nodded, momentarily forgetting that Sirius probably couldn’t see that. And suddenly it seemed like his heartbeat had taken on an unnaturally fast rhythm when he felt Sirius’ hand under his chin, lifting his face up. Remus squinted through the darkness, his eyes had adjusted to the dim light, so he could at least barely make out Sirius’ face in the dark.
His heart skipped a beat when he noticed Sirius lean forward towards him. He wasn’t going to…? Oh yes, he was. Sirius was kissing him. Sirius Black was really kissing him, Remus Lupin. For a moment, he didn’t react at all, too shocked by the course this had taken. Then he felt himself responding to the kiss, although it felt like he was standing beside himself, simply acting because this seemed liked the most plausible thing to do.
It was a sweet, innocent kiss and none of them were making a move to deepen it. And it was over as quickly as it had begun. Remus just stared at Sirius for a few seconds before Sirius started speaking: “Remus, I…”
“I think Filch is gone, it’s safe to leave now,” Remus cut him off, his voice sounding distant, even cold. He was confused. He didn’t want to hear any ‘I’m sorrys’ from Sirius or that he was merely curious. Because surely that had been his motive. Remus opened the door and left, not waiting for Sirius to catch up with him. He also didn’t look back as he made his way towards Gryffindor tower and the common room.
If he had done that, he would have seen the hurt expression on Sirius’ face.
Tbc…
A/N: I’m sorry for that… I couldn’t stand the sweetness anymore. So I let my own frustration pass to Remus -.- But I can assure things won’t be like that for too long ;) More ‘bad’ news: the next part won’t be up before next week, my beta isn’t there. And now comment away ^^