Fic: The Summer of Sirius - July 19
Part 13 - Sirius wins a bet. (Harry Potter, Pre-Azkaban, PG-13)
Written for dogdaysofsummer
Title: Winning the Bet
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,072
Disclaimer: JK Rowling's characters, not mine.
Summary: Sirius tries to collect on a bet.
Previous: July 1&2&3, July 4&5, July 6, July 7, July 8&9, July 10, July 11, July 12&13, July 14&15, July 16, July 17, July 18
July 19, 1978
James Potter and Peter Pettigrew sat around a corner table in the Leaky Cauldron when Sirius Black and Remus Lupin walked in and joined them.
“It’s about bloody time. We were going to order without you,” said a frustrated James, straightening his glasses and running a hand through his hair.
“We’re only five minutes late, James,” said Remus.
“We were ten minutes early, Remus,” James shot back.
“You’re always hungry, Prongs. Don’t they feed you at home?” asked Sirius, messing up James’s hair.
“No, you ate all the food when you lived there,” teased James.
They four friends placed their order and sat without saying anything for a few minutes. Finally, Peter spoke up:
“I signed up for art classes.”
“That’s great, Pete,” said Sirius, rubbing Peter’s shoulder.
“Good for you,” added Remus.
“Nice going, Wormtail,” said James.
Peter looked extremely pleased. “I’m thinking maybe I could teach drawing one day. Once I learn enough myself, that is.”
James leaned forward. “Lily invited me to her sister’s wedding. I’ve met her folks before, but this time I’m meeting everyone related to her. Ever.”
Sirius whistled. Remus gave James a thumbs-up. Peter patted James’s back.
“It’s getting serious, lads. Sooner than later, you’ll be attending my wedding,” said James proudly. He looked straight at Sirius and beamed. Sirius barely smiled back.
“Nice,” said Peter as he clapped James’s back again.
Remus nodded his head in approval.
Sirius sat back in his chair, folded his arms, and casually said, “Remus and I shagged.”
Three shocked faces looked at Sirius. Sirius looked straight at James and grinned.
“Sirius,” warned Remus.
Sirius glanced at Remus and mouthed a Sorry before turning back to James. “That means I win.”
Remus shook his head, trying to hide a smile.
“Win what?” asked James quickly.
“The sex bet, the one we made in school: first one to lose it gets forty Galleons,” explained Sirius.
“You two had sex? You can do that?” asked Peter.
James had a blank expression on his face, so Sirius clarified a bit more. “Remember, we had to wait ‘til fifth year before puberty visited you and gave you hormones. It was your idea.”
James laughed, suddenly remembering. “That was a stupid bet,” he said.
“It was a bet,” proclaimed Sirius.
“We were fifteen, Sirius. We were joking,” countered James.
“No, we weren’t. We all know how seriously we take bets, right?” asked Sirius as he looked at Remus and Peter as well. “And we’ve always paid you, James, when you win. Remember the first-kiss bet-we paid up. I paid you when I said you couldn’t change the password to Dumbledore’s office and you did. And remember our last year when we bet on the first to ask out Helena Bones? We all paid you ten Galleons even though the bet was really only between you and Peter, and you knew that.”
“Mmm, Helena Bones,” murmured Peter dreamily.
“Those were all childish games. Grow up, mate,” said James.
“I’m not the virgin here,” stated a smirking Sirius.
James narrowed his eyes at his friend. “I don’t see why I have to pay.”
“It was a bet, James,” said Peter.
“But can’t we just leave it at you winning?” James looked at Remus. “Moony, aren’t you going to say something? He’s taking all the credit for what you both did.”
Remus shook his head and glanced at Sirius. “I’m not getting involved in something that someone promised not to talk about.”
“Remus,” whispered Sirius apologetically as he touched Remus’s arm.
Peter looked from Sirius to Remus. “You two weren’t going to tell us? Why not?”
“Uh, you really want to know?” asked Remus, looking at both Peter and James.
Peter leaned forward on the table and said “Yes,” while James crossed his arms and bluntly said “No.”
“Not the details, obviously, but whatever else you want to tell us. Is it everything they say it is? Is it better than wanking?”
Remus and Sirius’s eyes briefly met before they focused on Peter. “Definitely-” began Remus.
“-yes,” finished Sirius. He turned to James. “Back to the bet-”
“I’m not going to pay you; I don’t have any money,” interrupted James.
Sirius rolled his eyes and sighed. “You have more money than all of us, you wanker. Look, do you not believe us? If you don’t, we can show you; we can go to the loo and prove it.”
“Speak for yourself, Black. I’m no toilet tart,” said Remus defensively.
Sirius and Peter laughed. Even James’s lips twitched. Sirius patted Remus’s back and said, “Of course you’re not, Moony. I’m only joking.”
“What kind of tart are you then?” teased Peter.
James pointed to Sirius while looking at Remus. “This guy, Moony? You gave it up to him?”
Remus and Sirius exchanged smiles. “What was I thinking?” Remus playfully asked.
James observed his two friends closely. “Tell you what,” he suddenly said, addressing Remus directly. “I’ll pay you. I’ll even pay you double the prize if you tell me that Sirius was the bottom. Just tell me he bottomed and I’ll gladly pay. Just say it.”
Sirius threw James a balled-up napkin. “Sod off, you tosser.”
“Hey, take it or leave it.”
“It kills you that we won, doesn’t it?” Sirius asked.
“Yes,” admitted James without hesitation. “I’m the bet champion. I win every bet.”
“But it’s not about the sex, right?”
James slowly shook his head. “Contrary to what you-and others-might think, I do not want to sleep with you. Or you, Moony.”
Remus pretended to wipe sweat off his face. “Whew, that’s a relief.”
“I just hate losing to you, Black. But I’ll pay you both the forty Galleons if we make another bet,” suggested James.
“No, no more bets,” said Peter.
“James,” warned Remus.
“Let’s hear it,” said Sirius.
“One hundred Galleons to the first one who marries.”
Two balled-up napkins hit James’s face. “Hey, maybe by the time either one of you proposes, it’ll be legal or . . . something. You never know.”
“Nah, the lads are right. No more bets,” declared Sirius. “But you are paying us, Potter.”
Their food arrived, and the four friends started eating.
“Mm, one more thing,” broke in James with his mouth full. “Who wants to bet me five Galleons that I can guess who topped and who bottomed?”
Three paper balls knocked the glasses off James’s face.
Written for dogdaysofsummer
Title: Winning the Bet
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,072
Disclaimer: JK Rowling's characters, not mine.
Summary: Sirius tries to collect on a bet.
Previous: July 1&2&3, July 4&5, July 6, July 7, July 8&9, July 10, July 11, July 12&13, July 14&15, July 16, July 17, July 18
July 19, 1978
James Potter and Peter Pettigrew sat around a corner table in the Leaky Cauldron when Sirius Black and Remus Lupin walked in and joined them.
“It’s about bloody time. We were going to order without you,” said a frustrated James, straightening his glasses and running a hand through his hair.
“We’re only five minutes late, James,” said Remus.
“We were ten minutes early, Remus,” James shot back.
“You’re always hungry, Prongs. Don’t they feed you at home?” asked Sirius, messing up James’s hair.
“No, you ate all the food when you lived there,” teased James.
They four friends placed their order and sat without saying anything for a few minutes. Finally, Peter spoke up:
“I signed up for art classes.”
“That’s great, Pete,” said Sirius, rubbing Peter’s shoulder.
“Good for you,” added Remus.
“Nice going, Wormtail,” said James.
Peter looked extremely pleased. “I’m thinking maybe I could teach drawing one day. Once I learn enough myself, that is.”
James leaned forward. “Lily invited me to her sister’s wedding. I’ve met her folks before, but this time I’m meeting everyone related to her. Ever.”
Sirius whistled. Remus gave James a thumbs-up. Peter patted James’s back.
“It’s getting serious, lads. Sooner than later, you’ll be attending my wedding,” said James proudly. He looked straight at Sirius and beamed. Sirius barely smiled back.
“Nice,” said Peter as he clapped James’s back again.
Remus nodded his head in approval.
Sirius sat back in his chair, folded his arms, and casually said, “Remus and I shagged.”
Three shocked faces looked at Sirius. Sirius looked straight at James and grinned.
“Sirius,” warned Remus.
Sirius glanced at Remus and mouthed a Sorry before turning back to James. “That means I win.”
Remus shook his head, trying to hide a smile.
“Win what?” asked James quickly.
“The sex bet, the one we made in school: first one to lose it gets forty Galleons,” explained Sirius.
“You two had sex? You can do that?” asked Peter.
James had a blank expression on his face, so Sirius clarified a bit more. “Remember, we had to wait ‘til fifth year before puberty visited you and gave you hormones. It was your idea.”
James laughed, suddenly remembering. “That was a stupid bet,” he said.
“It was a bet,” proclaimed Sirius.
“We were fifteen, Sirius. We were joking,” countered James.
“No, we weren’t. We all know how seriously we take bets, right?” asked Sirius as he looked at Remus and Peter as well. “And we’ve always paid you, James, when you win. Remember the first-kiss bet-we paid up. I paid you when I said you couldn’t change the password to Dumbledore’s office and you did. And remember our last year when we bet on the first to ask out Helena Bones? We all paid you ten Galleons even though the bet was really only between you and Peter, and you knew that.”
“Mmm, Helena Bones,” murmured Peter dreamily.
“Those were all childish games. Grow up, mate,” said James.
“I’m not the virgin here,” stated a smirking Sirius.
James narrowed his eyes at his friend. “I don’t see why I have to pay.”
“It was a bet, James,” said Peter.
“But can’t we just leave it at you winning?” James looked at Remus. “Moony, aren’t you going to say something? He’s taking all the credit for what you both did.”
Remus shook his head and glanced at Sirius. “I’m not getting involved in something that someone promised not to talk about.”
“Remus,” whispered Sirius apologetically as he touched Remus’s arm.
Peter looked from Sirius to Remus. “You two weren’t going to tell us? Why not?”
“Uh, you really want to know?” asked Remus, looking at both Peter and James.
Peter leaned forward on the table and said “Yes,” while James crossed his arms and bluntly said “No.”
“Not the details, obviously, but whatever else you want to tell us. Is it everything they say it is? Is it better than wanking?”
Remus and Sirius’s eyes briefly met before they focused on Peter. “Definitely-” began Remus.
“-yes,” finished Sirius. He turned to James. “Back to the bet-”
“I’m not going to pay you; I don’t have any money,” interrupted James.
Sirius rolled his eyes and sighed. “You have more money than all of us, you wanker. Look, do you not believe us? If you don’t, we can show you; we can go to the loo and prove it.”
“Speak for yourself, Black. I’m no toilet tart,” said Remus defensively.
Sirius and Peter laughed. Even James’s lips twitched. Sirius patted Remus’s back and said, “Of course you’re not, Moony. I’m only joking.”
“What kind of tart are you then?” teased Peter.
James pointed to Sirius while looking at Remus. “This guy, Moony? You gave it up to him?”
Remus and Sirius exchanged smiles. “What was I thinking?” Remus playfully asked.
James observed his two friends closely. “Tell you what,” he suddenly said, addressing Remus directly. “I’ll pay you. I’ll even pay you double the prize if you tell me that Sirius was the bottom. Just tell me he bottomed and I’ll gladly pay. Just say it.”
Sirius threw James a balled-up napkin. “Sod off, you tosser.”
“Hey, take it or leave it.”
“It kills you that we won, doesn’t it?” Sirius asked.
“Yes,” admitted James without hesitation. “I’m the bet champion. I win every bet.”
“But it’s not about the sex, right?”
James slowly shook his head. “Contrary to what you-and others-might think, I do not want to sleep with you. Or you, Moony.”
Remus pretended to wipe sweat off his face. “Whew, that’s a relief.”
“I just hate losing to you, Black. But I’ll pay you both the forty Galleons if we make another bet,” suggested James.
“No, no more bets,” said Peter.
“James,” warned Remus.
“Let’s hear it,” said Sirius.
“One hundred Galleons to the first one who marries.”
Two balled-up napkins hit James’s face. “Hey, maybe by the time either one of you proposes, it’ll be legal or . . . something. You never know.”
“Nah, the lads are right. No more bets,” declared Sirius. “But you are paying us, Potter.”
Their food arrived, and the four friends started eating.
“Mm, one more thing,” broke in James with his mouth full. “Who wants to bet me five Galleons that I can guess who topped and who bottomed?”
Three paper balls knocked the glasses off James’s face.