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Naked on your Chain	By : flagfish Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Remus/Sirius Views: 6160 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Sirius and James weren't really the kind of guys who had to revise for stuff; they were just good at everything, and it seemed they really had the time to spare for wreaking havoc, to the vast delight of most other students. They'd put their feet up on the tables in potions if they could, it certainly would make for an interesting lesson for once. Not everyone had it so easy, though; if the two of them could excel at subjects without much effort put in preparation, Peter Pettigrew was the kind of guy who could spend all night revising and never remember a thing.
He got nervous in front of a crowd. Whatever bits and pieces he'd managed to scramble from memory would vanish if ever he was put on the spot in lecture and a professor had screwed his gaze down on him, and any chance he'd had to save himself was gone along with any trace of confidence when said professor's gaze would turn to the disappointment he'd got so used to seeing, oh no, Pettigrew, of course we mustn't expect you to know.
It was even worse when a teacher had shown him compassion and tried asking him something different instead, hoping to give him a question he'd actually know, only to cause him more profound embarrassment when he'd freeze up at the rest of them, too.
"Are you daft?" James would snicker, "He just lectured on this five minutes ago," and Peter tried laughing at himself in response, having actually listened and even scribbled down notes, now recognizing the very subject he was asked in his own scroll of parchment.
Hogwarts was a breeding ground for gossip sometimes, news traveled faster and became more grotesquely alluring with each new pass along— and while decent blokes like Remus Lupin fought to keep their lips sealed, they'd heard it all just the same. There were malicious things said about even the kindest of teachers, and rumors about students' parents if they were poor, and much speculation on whether or not Sirius Black had already done it.
"I'll bet that he had," there came a hushed female voice from somewhere behind Remus as he walked down the hall toward transfiguration, and he found himself walking more slowly, guilty as he listened in; "Everyone knows about the ball last year…"
This was a reference to Padfoot's celebrated accomplishments partway through the dance, when he and his date had mysteriously vanished and got up to no good in a hidden passageway; anyone who hadn't seen or heard was delivered a vastly exaggerated account the following day from Sirius' date, and Sirius' three best mates got a firsthand report from Padfoot, himself.
James was grossly annoyed by these rumors, because he and Sirius kept accurate tabs on who got exactly how far and just when and with whom— and it wasn't fair that half of Gryffindor House now falsely believed that Sirius had successfully completed his ascent up the ladder to manhood. In reality, he'd only got partway there at best; when a new rumor began to circulate, then, about how Sirius had presumably lost it to him, James felt only half compelled to deny it: at least this bit of fabricated nonsense put them on equal ground as far as others knew.
"But that's bollocks," Remus snickered from over his arithmancy text; he raised an eyebrow as he realized that neither of them seemed bothered by the rumors, which were intended clearly in malice. Either way, regardless of their intent such rumors about two guys together had a way of earning boys positive attention from females, and in this particular case they'd also got a lot of other boys hopeful in regard to James.
"Utter bollocks," James laughed with confidence; he laid his head in Sirius' lap after they sat on the lawn to revise and gave him a little wink. He thought that even though he'd only ever fancied women he might not mind giving Padfoot a go— just to see what it was like.
"Come off it," Remus huffed, he started scanning through the other students who had settled down on the lawn; "what if Evans sees?"
Now James propped himself up by the elbows, as on impulse he began to look around for any sight of her; he had a reputation to maintain, after all, but what if Evans got word that he was presumably taken? He wondered if she'd heard the rumor too, and if she did, whether she thought it was hot.
"You really wanna know what it's like?" Sirius asked; without further preamble he bent his head toward James, and James took a moment to consider; Remus and Peter looked on with mute horror, united by their mutual and unspoken desire to make them stop, but both curiously unable to conjure forth words.
Sirius' dark hair fell in a shimmering veil over James' face, and while the actual kiss wasn't visible, James went curiously still for a moment; one of his hands tightened round his forgotten potions text.
Peter appeared entirely uncertain what to make of it, because cool was defined by whatever James and Sirius did— so, by that line of reasoning, this had to be cool by default; Remus found himself mortified. For the first time he went on to actually acknowledge the idiotic contest between them, his voice came somehow brittle when he murmured, "I thought you lot were competing, not helping each other win." He wasn't sure why this time it mattered.
Sirius pulled away with a satisfied smile and James seemed to be deep in thought, he fingered absently at his lip, brow furrowed like he were considering; "Not bad," he said as he turned his head back a bit to gaze at Sirius, he proceeded to sit up, hair even messier than before.
"I should charge you for that," Sirius replied; he leaned back contentedly against the trunk of the tree, and James didn't miss a beat to tell him it was worth five knuts at best. Remus knew that if Padfoot had actually decided to charge for things like that, he could conceivably earn some actual money.
Remus didn't participate in the sort of competition that the two of them had, but, like most everyone his age, of course he'd thought of it; back during their first year at Hogwarts Sirius had whispered to his friends that he'd nicked a copy of Playwitch from his older cousin, Bellatrix. Later that night the four of them had stayed up late, hidden under his bed drapes while they flipped through the magazine with a bad lumos spell; none of them had uttered a word as they looked on in trepidation, uncertain if they found what they saw disgusting or really wicked cool.
Remus found out second year that James and Sirius had compared and contrasted sizes; part of him was repulsed, and part was curious to know how they ranked in comparison— and still another part was curious as to how he would rank among them, himself. Mostly, though, he just sort of felt left out; it's a daft thing, he had told himself, to feel bad for being left out of.
It felt like Sirius and James were still comparing sizes to this day.
"Is it true about you and Black?" a witch from their transfiguration lecture had cornered James shyly one morning, and James flashed her his most charming grin; he winked as he asked, "Do you want it to be?"
From somewhere across the way came the look of revulsion from Severus Snape.
He was almost grateful inside: if anything, the recent rumors had made Lily even more annoyed by Potter than before, and Severus thought that if James had fancied her in earnest, then he was an even more despicable creature than he'd thought. Truth be told, James only really fancied Lily— but, after all, there was a race to be won and a reputation to maintain.
In truth, the prospect of involving Lily in a competition like this made James feel very wrong inside.
Sirius took his place beside Remus at lunch, he got one arm around him and said, "Got you sorted for potions tomorrow."
He tapped him amicably on the chest and then reached for a plate of stew; "Figured out exactly what Slughorn has planned, we've all got a head start."
Remus grinned, his inward curiosity about mischief was subtly piqued; he whispered knowingly in hushed tones, "But how did you…?"
"Had a rummage in his desk," Sirius replied; "Good thing, too— looks complicated." His hand came under the table, where he passed a folded bit of parchment into Remus' waiting hand.
"Cheers," Remus said, convinced it wasn't really cheating; beyond all else, however, he was really just glad to be included in the plan.
(On to Chapter 3)
A/N: I would love to find someone interested in roleplaying these guys (if this is still on here then I'm still looking, haha!) By far my favorite pairing is James/Sirius, but I could do Sirius/Remus as well; I'm aware that Sirius/Remus is a much more popular pairing, and for years I've had a very hard time finding anyone interested in RPing James/Sirius— so I'd love you if you felt like trying it out! ^^ I don't mind at all if you haven't RPd these guys before, if English isn't your first language, if you're a little shy, or if you're new to this fandom or to RPing; I just like writing with someone else who's passionate about the same stuff =) If you feel like giving it a go, then please reach me through the contact info on my profile. Thank you! ^^
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