jateshi | Improvisation 1/2 (Remus/Sirius, R/NC-17)

Title: Improvisation (1 of 2)
Author:

jateshi
Rating: NC-17 or R
Pairing: Sirius and Remus
Summary: Just an average morning in which James earns the ire of Sirius and Remus and the two puppies find an alcove before they find James. And they barely make Potions class, either.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Puppies (much mourning for that) and this is my **first** fic of either them or anything remotely complete within the Harry Potter world. It's gotten a quick beta from

thescarletwoman and any remaining errors are mine.
Notes: My first Sirius/Remus story, written at the prodding of

thescarletwoman and with her as a constant guide and inspiration.

Improvisation – Part 1

The snow outside the schools’ grounds was soft and white, a light fluff that blanketed the world in a cozy light. Though wind whipped the snow into soft clouds, coating any student brave enough to venture outside in a white powder, the halls of Hogwarts were warmer than normal, as if the castle was making up for the cold weather outside. Curled up inside the Great Hall, nearly every student was sitting at their House tables, dual colored scarves piled on the benches beside their plates as they ate. Most students ate quietly, still cold from the treks they made across campus to get from their classes to the Hall for lunch.

For the most part, Gryffindor table was no exception to the rule – though a group of four boys near the end of the table did their best to make enough noise for their entire House. Amused, though weary, glances were directed at them from all sides; most people simply shrugged as James, Sirius, Remus, and Peter did what they normally did – caused trouble, in every form, and in any way, possible.

Remus had opted to sit next to Peter for the meal, across from Sirius, a diagonal right from James. The least talkative members of the group were trying their best to ignore James and Sirius, though the scuffles with eating utensils across a row of plates made it hard. The two black haired boys fought passionately over the sausages that lay between them, Remus stopping Peter from pointing out that the House Elves had sent a new plate up. It was impossible to insert logic into either of their brains this early in the day, Remus instead trying to engage Peter in a discussion, ducking as bits of food went flying. If the two of them kept it up…

“Sirius Black!” The normally soft-spoken Remus was glaring dangerously at the man opposite him, amber eyes locked on Sirius’ darker sapphire ones. Remus’ expression was dark, tinged with a rare display of annoyed anger while Sirius’ hand covered his mouth in a vain attempt to stop from snickering. It was either the piece of toast partially lodged in Remus’ hair – or the bit of egg that was half covering his eye – that kept Sirius and James from taking the other boy seriously.

Remus took a second to reconsider trying to chastise either of them in his present form, a shake of his head sending the toast flying to hit Peter, part of the egg landing with a soft squelch on his plate, the rest suspended in the air by the fork in his hand. Silence reigned between the foursome for a full minute, James and Sirius nearly bug-eyed as they watched Remus, ignoring Peter for the more humorous attempt Moony was making at trying to control them. James hid his face in his hand, the plate he and Sirius had been fighting over forgotten as Remus glared at them both. Sirius himself seemed to be content in the face of the unusual display of emotions; two hands were clasped behind his head as he leaned backwards slightly, a smug grin on his lips.

“Did you want to eat together Remus?” Sirius grinned, the expression nearly predatory as he looked across the table at the other boy. “I offered to switch seats with Wormtail but you insisted I should sit with boring ol’ Prongs.”

A soft red crept up into Remus’ cheeks, the boy ducking his head down slightly to avoid looking at Sirius directly. James and Peter exchanged quizzical glances to each other, both in agreement at their loss of understanding. Sirius simply smirked while Remus fought for composure, the familiar self-righteous expression on Sirius’ face. After a few small seconds of silence passed by James worked through what Sirius said, ignoring the uncharacteristic reaction Remus had in favor of defending himself to his friend. Indignantly James reacted, going for a sharp jab on Sirius’ side to show his displeasure at being called ‘old.’

Even as James elbowed Sirius in the ribs, Remus simply returned Sirius’ grin with a wolfish expression of his own, a well-placed swipe under the other boy’s feet knocking him backwards. Sirius bowled over easily, arms flailing around before he hit the next House table over. Mingled shouts and yelps of surprise drew attention to the normally graceful man’s actions, Sirius capping the Prefect of Ravenclaw on the head before finally righting himself. Mumbled apologies issued forth from the Gryffindor as he made amends, ignoring the dumbfounded expression on the Prefect’s face the un-Sirius action caused.

“What was that for?” Sirius was trying to hold himself in some form of composure, ignoring the outright laughter of both James and Peter. Remus set his fork down with a smirk, eyes partially closed as he looked over at Padfoot.

“The toast was yours. Hence, that was for the toast.” Remus crossed his arms over his chest, looking into Sirius’ eyes with mild amusement on his face. He was also trying to get back at Sirius for making him blush, but that was beside the point. His color had returned to normal, the flushed look gone from his face as he looked unflinchingly at the boy across from him. Sirius was floundering for words, mouth hanging open.

If they had been in their room, with a nice charm on the door to keep the ever-interrupting James and Peter out, Remus would have taken advantage of the current state of Sirius’ mouth. Nothing could stop the gutter-bound path of his mind as he easily imagined his hands in Sirius’ hair, his tongue slipping between Sirius’ lips before the man would have said anything. As soon as Sirius realized what he’d begun to do, they’d start battling with tongues, pushing against each other for fulfillment. More than likely they’d end up losing at least one shirt before they hit the bed, tossing aside the remainder of their clothes as they explored each other. The mental image, as always, was followed by the soft memory of Sirius’ hands on his chest, tongues licking flesh before renewing their examination of each other’s mouth.

Unfortunately, the noises of the Great Hall, and the more than one hundred other students who were currently in the same room he and Sirius were, brought Remus back to reality; a dark crimson blush stole over his cheeks. Sirius quirked an eyebrow as Remus ducked his head down, letting his disheveled brown hair create enough shadows to hide the deep red of his cheeks. Peter and James continued to be lost as Moony and Padfoot seemed entangled in their own world, James eventually losing his patience. With a nod to Peter (who sat with little clue to what Prongs was going to do) James took his fork and aimed carefully, firing off two pieces of toast.

Neither Sirius nor Remus saw them coming, identical expressions of shock on their faces as the slightly crisp bread made contact with the sides of their faces. The small triangles of bread danced on the table before hitting their plates, both boys staring in mute silence at the plates below them. James grinned at them before grabbing another square of bread and his scarf, using the chance their delayed reactions gave him to beat a hasty escape. Peter blinked, still nearly unmoving as he looked over at Sirius and Remus, who both stood up from the table sharply. James ducked under the table quickly, pushing aside startled pairs of knees before emerging on the other side of the Gryffindor table. Peter was still sitting in shock - it was only when a hand pulled at Peter’s collar that he moved. Sirius and Remus wore slowly darkening expressions on their faces, James shooting them a shake of his head before he unceremoniously dragged Peter out of his seat.

“James Potter!” Remus and Sirius had identical expression of annoyance on their faces, hands moving to brush crumbs from their faces at nearly the same time. As James pulled the still mostly befuddled Peter from the Great Hall at something akin to a run, Sirius and Remus ran down either side of the Gryffindor table after them. Heads shook as the two boys ran past, Gryffindors simply praying that Remus, Sirius, James, and Peter lost them no more points than they already had as they left. The group had already lost their House ten points during the morning’s classes within the span of twenty minutes. Amusement was written on the staff’s faces as the boys left; Dumbledore whispered to a cohort that James beat a faster retreat than he had in the past.

By the time Sirius and Remus reached the hallway in front of the Great Hall, there was no sign of either James or Peter. Sirius opened his mouth to speak, utter disbelief written plainly across his features.

“I can’t believe Prongs wo-” Sirius was silenced by a single finger laid across his lips, Remus throwing a bemused expression to him before listening to the sounds of Hogwarts. Students were still eating in the Great Hall, the doors muffling the sounds of students chatting until it was a quiet murmur easily dismissed. There was no snickering though, which meant that James had likely vacated the immediate area. Busy trying to look around for where Wormtail and Prongs had gone Remus forgot he still had his finger across Sirius’ lips.

Sirius, a grin twitching the corners of his lips, decided to take advantage of the scenario. Flicking a tongue out to swirl around Remus’ finger, Sirius drew it into his mouth with a skilled twist. A small suck on the finger drew a startled intake of breath from the werewolf, Sirius grinning even as he continued to flick his tongue up and down the digit.

“Oh, uh-” Remus was fighting the sweet pooling of desire in his stomach, blinking furiously as he tried to form words again. After Sirius released his finger his mind returned to a distracted version of itself, Remus drawing in a shaky breath before turning to face Sirius.

“Forgot what you were going to say Moony?” Sirius loved the way he could distract Remus, catching the other boy’s hand before he could draw it away. The motion was tender and he drew Remus closer with no resistance, watching with a soft smile as Remus had to fight another blush from coloring his cheeks. His breath quickened as soon as the sharp scent of Remus hit his nose, savoring the sweet cinnamon and woodland smell that always surrounded the brown-haired boy. Sirius’ smile deepened as Remus seemed to savor their mixed scent himself.

It took Remus a few more moments of simply breathing, taking in the sharper cinnamon and sandalwood with hints of cedar that he knew as Sirius. When his tongue decided to untangle itself from the roof of his mouth, Remus fought to reorder his thoughts before speaking. “Why do you always do that to me?” He didn’t fight to keep the small wonder from tinting his words, amber eyes warming as he looked up into Sirius’ face. “I can’t think straight when you do that.”

Sirius gave no response for a moment, his head bending down slightly to let his tongue run over the soft underside of the other boy’s wrist, trailing the path of the sensitive skin. Remus shivered at the gentle touch, his mouth hanging open in the same manner Sirius’ had been in the Great Hall. Looking up at Remus after releasing his hand gently, Sirius smiled warmly. “I think I know what you were thinking at the table just now.”

Remus blinked again, trying to work out the words through the haze of desire that clung to his body. Every nerve was on fire, his wrist tingling from the contact it had just had with his lover. “-uh?” Not the most vocal of responses, and certainly not the most clever, it was about all Remus could manage that wouldn’t sound like a moan.

Sirius was taking advantage of him, doing his best to keep Remus from thinking with soft caresses to keep him distracted. He cherished each look of pure passion that flitted over the normally stoic boy’s eyes, counting each one as a triumph worth more than any achievement he could earn at school. Soft fingers trailed over the sharp features of Remus’ face, a thumb running along his cheek; Remus seemed to give up speaking for a moment, leaning into his touch and closing his eyes. Sirius brushed aside a strand of rich amber hair from over Remus’ eyes tenderly. “And you owe me lunch for the stunt in the Great Hall too.”

Remus eyes fluttered slightly, as if he was trying to honestly think, Sirius smiling. If his wolf was trying to think, he wasn’t doing a good enough job of distracting him. Bowing his head over Remus’, Sirius began to trail feather light kisses on his forehead, leading down his brow to his lips, stopping on the other boy’s nose. Remus panted, his breath ragged as Sirius easily maneuvered them out of the hallway and down a side corridor, Sirius’ lager frame pushing Remus up against the wall of the school. When his lips finally met Remus’ mouth the other boy had already been waiting, parted to allow easy entrance. Hands dug into Sirius’ hair, Remus drawing the boy closer until there was no telling them two of them apart.

The kiss ended when they both broke for air, Sirius still cradling Remus’ head in his hands softly. “Right Remus?” It was best to get an agreement from him before he could remember what he was saying, a shameless smile on the black haired boy’s face.

“Y-y-yes,” Remus managed to get out, his breath catching every time Sirius let a finger touch his skin. As long as Sirius kept touching him, he would have agreed to let them hex Severus – but only if it meant he’d get kissed again. Gryffindor sensibilities aside, humiliating Severus was worth one of Sirius’ kisses. If he was honest with himself, there was nothing he wouldn’t give up for Sirius, no price too great to stay in his arms day and night.

Sirius chuckled, letting another soft rain of kisses hit Remus’ brow. When Remus found out what he’d agreed to he’d have to beat a retreat similar to James, but until then he could simply keep Remus between the wall and him. Remus’ distracted moans and soft groans drove him to recapture the other boy’s lips, his tongue lazily outlining Remus’ already swollen lips before he sealed the space between their mouths. Neither boy tried to hide the desire that they felt, groins meeting in dry thrusts as they kissed, each holding the other close as if the world depended on being together. The heady feeling of intense desire swept over them both, both boys aching for a release as they once more released each other’s lips for air.

Sirius rested his forehead against Remus’, black hair slightly slicked with sweat mixing with the amber strands as they both panted. If it wasn’t for Potions immediately following the lunch break, Sirius would have dragged Remus back to their rooms. Unfortunately, he knew Remus well enough to not even try, simply waiting until they both caught their breath before disentangling himself from Remus’s fingers. It took longer for the discomfort below his belt to fade though; every touch from Remus as his hands left his hair sent a fresh jolt of blood to his groin. Their breath met the same way their skin had, mixing one into the other seamlessly, and neither speaking into the silence. Sirius eventually pulled away, putting more space and fresh air between them.

Remus still had the soft look of someone just leaving the deep feelings of desire on his face, his eyes still clouded with the primal emotion. Sirius kept a hand from cupping his face, instead flicking bangs from the boy’s face; if he did anything more intimate he’d have to skip class. “Come on love, we’ve got Potions to go to today. You’d hate to not be able to turn your essay in, especially after how much work you put into it.”

Remus nodded, blinking his eyes as if the simple action would drive away the feeling. Sirius’ hand touched his face though and Remus had to mentally repeat ‘Potions class’ like a litany. It was hard to remember he wanted to go to class when every instinct told him to reach out to Sirius, to forget school and simply exist with him. The mention of homework helped though, Remus feeling his desire abate as the idea of losing points over homework he’d done worked its way through his mind. As soon as Remus looked over and caught Sirius smiling he considered skipping, his insides melting as they always did when Sirius seemed to hold him with his eyes.

“If we don’t go who knows what James will do to Snivelus’ potion.” Sirius was smiling, as if begging Remus to say James could have at it. Putting aside his own desire to stay in the alcove with Remus, Sirius felt the pesky noble honor he’d learned rear its head, making him work to get Remus to class. If there was one way he could get Remus to go to class, it was by pulling out the rather believable idea that if Moony wasn’t there to stop him, Prongs would hex Severus out of the classroom. For the most part he could ignore the honor he’d grown over the years, but another look at Remus made him mentally sigh, a tender mist softening the sapphire blue hue of his eyes.

Remus growled, looking disgruntled as he hung his head. “I’d think you were a fake with how much you want to go to class – except you kiss to good to be anyone else.” Remus sighed as he looked up at Sirius, pushing back his bangs with a hand. “I left my essay in the Commons – did you even bother to do yours today?”

Refusing to answer, Sirius kept a grin on his face as Remus shot him a glare at the extended silence. Finally being able to bear the borderline murderous glint entering Remus’ eyes, Sirius smirked before speaking. “I’m sure I must have left mine in the Commons too. Why, we’d better go check.” His expression was cheeky, as it nearly always was when he was covering for a partially done assignment.

Muttering under his breath, Remus shoved his hands in his pockets as Sirius led the way to the Gryffindor Common Room; Sirius occasionally caught the words ‘fool’, ‘stubborn’ and ‘lackwit’ between the sounds of Remus’ steps, the other boy obviously taking the lack of effort in his schoolwork as a personal affront. When they arrived back at the Fat Lady’s portrait, Remus pushed him aside after a moment of silence, muttering the password before the portrait swung open.

A search of the Common yielded no essay for either of them, Remus fighting a blush as Sirius wrapped his arms around his waist, moving them both towards the stairs. No one else was in the Tower at all, Sirius taking advantage again as he felt Remus arch backwards at his touch. Remus seemed to grow lead feet as Sirius let wandering fingers push up the other boy’s sweater, hands finally moving aside the last obstacle before Sirius felt warm skin beneath his palm. Remus jerked at the soft touch, his arse butting up against Sirius’ groin unintentionally, the shorter boy’s head thrown back against Sirius’ chest.

A low growl issued from Sirius as he felt the other boy make contact, enjoying the sensations the rocketed over his entire body from the one area. His hands continued to play across Remus’ unguarded chest, Sirius’ tongue tracing the outlines of Remus’ neck, lapping at his skin to taste him. The same sweet wood smell was worked into every inch of the werewolf’s skin, Sirius savoring the taste as much as the gasps of appreciation he earned.

Even though Remus’ feet were uncooperative, refusing to move in case the action somehow caused Sirius to stop, the rest of his body bucked and writhed; twisting to receive more touches and caresses, Remus felt a moan in his throat as a tongue flicked out again. Soft nips from Sirius’ teeth made Remus plaster himself against the other boy, grinding his hips against Sirius’ erection to gain relief. Sirius’ arms drew around Remus, almost effortlessly picking the shorter, much lighter boy up by his waist. The movements drew a startled yelp from Remus.

“Sirius! Ah,” Remus tucked his feet up slightly, his hands locked on top of Sirius’. “What are you oooh…” Remus broke off speaking, his words dropping off into a moan as Sirius twisted his tongue through strands of Remus’ hair to find his ear.

Easily distracting the boy he held in his arms by gently tugging on the lobe, Sirius used the distraction to move the two of them up the stairs towards the dormitories. Remus seemed content to let Sirius move them both, as long as Sirius kept him distracted with sensation after sensation of pleasure. Every step towards their shared room was heralded by a gasp from Remus, an arched neck allowing Sirius an even greater access to his skin as they moved.

Sirius had no troubles getting Remus to move once he returned his feet to the ground, the smaller boy forgetting his normally reserved manner as he flipped around inside Sirius’ arms. Sirius grinned even as he recaptured Remus’ lips, pushing the other boy down the small landing until he had once more trapped Remus between him and a wall. The wood threw every slight curve of Remus’ body into sharp relief, fitting himself perfectly against Sirius as their lips met. A single hand from Sirius wrapped behind Remus, pulling the boy closer, the other hand pressing against the wooden door as he fumbled for the knob. On the other side of the door, a nice large four-poster bed waited, and if Sirius could get Remus to lie down on the covers, they could both get rid of the tension which situated in their groins.

The door served to drive Remus against Sirius further, especially as Sirius pushed against the boy in his attempt to get the doorknob. An expert kiss from Remus and a slight push of groin to groin made Sirius slip in his grab for the handle; Remus, taking advantage himself, nipped playfully at the lips which were now on eyelevel for him, drawing a shaky breath from Sirius before the other boy remembered his goal. His hand grasped Remus’ arse firmly, pressing him so tightly that every pound of Remus’ heart shook Sirius’ frame, the free hand finally grabbing the door.

With a twist, Sirius managed to open the door, pushing the wooden obstacle aside as Remus stepped backwards, Sirius guiding his feet towards the black-haired boy’s goal – the bed. To make sure he reached his destination, Sirius made sure his hands wrapped around Remus’ waist, holding the other boy close as they stumbled across the carpeted floor. His tongue traced the outlines of Remus’ lips before he once more tasted the other boy, every slip of his tongue met by a thrust from Remus.

When they were almost at the foot of the bed Sirius drew back from Remus, smiling as the other boy shuddered at the sudden loss of contact; Sirius’ hands released their grip around Remus’ side, pushing up the grey sweater before a gentle twist from Remus freed him from the top. Remus’ hands repeated the action on Sirius, the two sweaters tossed aside like trash as the boys met in a quick kiss. Every breath seemed to draw the two of them closer, Sirius smiling as a flicker of his tongue along Remus’ jaw left Remus unable to breathe, a soft whimper the most audible response. Moving his head down, Sirius used his teeth to tug on the Gryffindor tie around Remus’ neck, loosening the knot until the fabric hung open, allowing Sirius even greater access to Remus.

Running over the newly revealed skin with his lips, Sirius kissed every centimeter of flesh; Remus arched into his every touch, unable to even moan as Sirius hit the sensitive skin on his neck. Remus curled his fingers in Sirius’ hair, mouth open as he gasped for air; his hands drew Sirius closer, trying to find a release by deepening Sirius’ caresses. No words passed Sirius’ lips as he lifted his head, his hands furiously working on the buttons of Remus’ shirt as a simple response.

Pushing aside the fabric when he pulled the last bit of shirt from the waistband of Remus’ trousers, Sirius let his hands pus the shirt down and back, freeing Remus’ chest for deeper attentions. Remus found his arms being pulled back, nearly tied to his sides as Sirius’ hands slipped the sleeves down. Unable to touch Sirius any longer, Remus shivered as Sirius traced over his chest, fingers soon joined by the boy’s skilled tongue.

Sirius let his hands brush over the tip of Remus’ nipple slowly, feeling the flesh tighten at the feather-light touch. A low growl precluded Sirius letting his fingers tease the nub, once more closing Remus’ mouth with his own to prevent the boy’s shuddering gasps from reaching air. He could feel Remus’ arms move, the boy forgetting his shirt was keeping them pinned down, vainly trying to return the sensations Sirius created.

“Much better,” Sirius let his fingers tug lightly at Remus’ nubs, a quick kiss swallowing the mews he created, “than Potions.” He let his lips leave Remus’, once more running along the boy’s neck. The lack of immediate response didn’t register until he heard Remus speak in coherent phrases.

“Potions? Sirius we have – Sirius!” Remus was moving under the other boy’s hands more, trying to push his arms up to give himself movement again. “Sirius! We have Potions class!”

Sirius shrugged, stopping his attempts to kiss Remus in order to look at the boy’s amber eyes. “So? Come on Moony, we can skip Potions for a day.”

“Padfoot, I am not going to miss bloody-” Remus drew back from Sirius as the boy tried again to distract him with a kiss, Sirius blinking as he nearly hit a bed poster instead, “Potions class.” Remus managed to wriggle out from under Sirius’ hands, slipping down and brushing against the bed rather that touch Sirius. His smaller frame came in handy as he ducked low, twisting with a rarely displayed flexibility as he righted his shirt. “Essay, where did my essay go?” His hands were fastening his buttons as Sirius blinked.

How Remus had slipped through his fingers was beyond Sirius’ ability to determine, staring at the poster with a confused expression on his face. He was sure he’d managed to get Moony to forget about class, and now he was getting dressed again. Which was not what he wanted Remus to be doing. The preferred place for them both was less than a foot from his current position, the large and rather inviting bed a much better place to be. It was warm, covered in soft blankets, and a place he could happily stay with Remus for hours on end. Instead of being on the bed, Remus was riffling through his desk to look for a roll of parchment.

“Got it!” Remus pulled out a long scroll, hands quickly tightening the roll it was partially in. Slipping the roll into his pants pocket, Remus picked up the nearest discarded grey sweater, starting to put it on before he blinked. Since the shoulders were much larger than his own shoulders were, Remus shrugged and tossed the sweater at Sirius, a quick grab getting his before Sirius could filch it.

“Moony!” Sirius stopped talking long enough to catch the sweater. “Remus, do you really want to go to class?”

Remus hastily shoved his shirt back into his waistband of his trousers, partially wondering why he was always wearing fewer clothes faster than Sirius. The sweater went over his head before he responded, Remus shuffling under the knitted garment as he put his arms through the right holes. “I don’t want to go to class but Sirius – hey, give me my tie!”

Sirius had picked up the tie and was staring at it forlornly, as if it symbolized the entire dilemma he now faced. Sapphire eyes looked over at amber ones, Sirius sighing when Remus narrowed his eyes at him. As soon as he somehow reminded Remus of a class, he’d lost the chance to shag him senseless it seemed, a sigh marking where he silently surrendered. Tossing the tie at Remus, Sirius reluctantly slipped his own Hogwarts sweater on.

Shooting Sirius a glare, Remus let his anger cool the lust he felt; the tie was sloppily replaced around his neck, Remus knotting it instead of going for the loop trick he should have attempted. Sirius was looking at him mournfully, pleading with his eyes for Remus to forget class; he looked like he’d been told the world was ending as he stood, back to the bed he so obviously wanted to be in with Remus.

“We’ve got class Padfoot – and I don’t want to lose points. Lord knows we need them once Prongs gets his hands on the Exploding Potion Professor mentioned last class.” Remus leveled a glare at Sirius, as if daring the bother boy to deny his words. When Sirius grinned sheepishly, Remus sighed, a hand resting on his forehead. “You two are both going to lose us points…heavens help Slytherin House, you’ll be the end of them yet.” He’d never felt a particular like of Slytherin House, but once James and Sirius worked out the formula for the potion, he was sure to feel some remorse.

Remus turned on his heels, a shake of his head showing he was going to ignore the grin on Sirius’ face. He grabbed an over cloak from one of the chairs that dotted their room, slipping the threadbare garment over his shoulders before he left the room. Throwing a backward glance at Sirius, Remus once more muttered as he walked, not waiting for Sirius to see if he followed.

Compared to how little Remus had spoken earlier, Sirius simply smirked at Remus’ back, grabbing his mostly completed Potions essay from the nightstand before they left for class.

***

Sirius kept silent on the promise Remus had made for a few days, waiting until the day before the first Hogsmeade trip of the winter before he spoke up. James and Peter both had to blink before laughing; James spent his time congratulating Remus on the fine chance to go broke. Peter himself mostly just looked confused, but he laughed anyways.

It was humorous to see Remus sputter, the boy blinking quickly as he tried to recall when he’d said such a thing; luckily for Sirius, Remus decided to only chuck a breakfast roll across the Common Room at him instead of something heavier, though the boy’s grumpy mood made Sirius chuckle. It was fun to get under Remus’ fur, so to speak, and watching Remus act more like a child was entertaining Sirius to no end. Wheedling a promise of a nice lunch at Hogsmeade from Remus, Sirius fell asleep with a grin on his face, not seeing the look of triumph cross Remus’ face.

If he wants lunch, he’ll get lunch. Remus snuggled against the soft pillows, casting a loving look over at the already snoring Sirius. He just forgot to specify what it was he’d eat.

Sirius always forgot details, and Remus snickered as he began to plan exactly what he was going to do. Sirius had tricked him when he was distracted, though Remus couldn’t really place the one instance it had happened. Warmth, from the entire episode just outside the Great Hall and the short time in the Tower which followed, stole over his body and he sighed before dragging his mind back to the task. Without Sirius distracting him, Remus let his mind formulate his plan, mapping out the details and what he’d need to get before they left. James must have begun to rub off on him more than he would have admitted freely, Remus finally drifting off to sleep a few hours later when everything was set.