based on this amazing post and idea by the awesome @ravenclaw-reblogs . So, I tried. and it may have gotten out of hand. so I hope you like it anyway. Enjoy!
It was a late cold November night. Most of the students were
already asleep. The common room was filled with 8 students, Remus was sprawled
on the floor near the fireplace next to Lily, discussing some muggle book they
both had recently read. Peter and Mary were engrossed in a very bad chess game
since they both really suck at it. Sirius was playing arm wrestling with
Marlene. James was in a heated argument with Dorcas about Quidditch teams. The most
significant aspect about this night was the bottles of Fire whisky being passed
around, it was sufficient to say they were all positively tipsy.
“You know what, Dorcas? Fine! You’re right. Sure, we suck!” James
said, rather loudly. “Oi, Jamie, enough about that. Both teams are good.” Sirius
said, during another losing match to Marlene. His arm hit the table and Marlene
started celebrating, flexing her arms, “Yeah, look at that. I’ve won, again.
You still weren’t ready?” she said, sticking out her tongue to an annoyed
Sirius. “Oh, bugger off, blondie.” Sirius huffed.
“You got bested by a lady two times in a row, Padfoot. I’m starting
to think you’re a beater because James is captain,” Peter chuckled, moving a
knight forward on the chessboard then frowning, realizing it’s the wrong move.
“Shut it, ratboy, I’m a beater because I’m talented.”
“And because I’m the captain,” James added wiggling his eyebrows.
“Oh, is it ‘roast Sirius night’? Cause then count me in,” Remus
rose up from the floor. Sirius was about to shoot him a comeback until his eyes
landed on the boy in front of him. His cheeks were flushed, from the warmth or
the alcohol or both, eyes shining bright hazel from the firelight, his hair so
messy, curls falling on his eyes. Sirius’ brain wondered what it would be like
to run his hands through it and- he felt pain, actual pain, on his thigh. He looked
at the source and his eyes met Marlene’s all-knowing smirk. “Stop staring,” she
mouthed to him.
“Yeah. Whatever, wolfy.” He stuttered a reply before going to
occupy himself with anything other than Remus’ eyes. “Let’s play something,” He
proposed partly because he was bored and mostly because he wanted to get away
from Marlene’s gaze.
“What shall we play?” Dorcas asked. “Nothing tiring, we don’t want
to wreak havoc,” Mary added.
“Truth or dare?” James suggested. “Very creative,” Lily said
sitting up and grabbing a bottle of fire whiskey, finishing the rest of it. “You
suggest then, Red,” Sirius said backing up his best friend.
“No, I’m alright. Sure, we play truth or dare, Black.”
“Good, now let’s just sit properly,” Remus said crawling near to
the foot of the couch, almost sending Sirius to overdrive. It’s like the brunette
boy is doing it on purpose. It’s been like that since they started their seventh
year. The last two months had been filled with hand brushes, long stares, and
longer hugs. Sirius didn’t want to read into it, maybe he was just imagining it,
being lovesick and all. Then Remus does these things, like right then. What does
it mean? Does Remus feel the same thing? Or is it just a normal thing he does? And
if it’s normal, why does Sirius hyperventilates every time? So many questions were
running through his mind. He came back to reality with a shove, “Earth to
Sirius, we’re starting.” Dorcas said sitting now beside him.
They were all sitting in a circle legs crossed on the floor. It was
Sirius then Dorcas and Marlene, James and Peter followed by Remus, Lily, and
Mary. “Cool, I’ll begin,” announced Marlene. “So, peter, truth, or dare.”
Peter, taken by surprise she picked him, stammered dare. “Try to
put your whole fist in your mouth” she shot him the dare. “damnit marly, go
easy on the guy.” Dorcas chuckled beside her. “Rules are rules, do it, Petey,” Sirius
said. Peter sighed, “This is ridiculous,” before following through with the
dare. Unfortunately, he couldn’t do it, and the attempt earned him a laugh from
the whole group, “amateur” Remus said, giggling, which of course Sirius heard. Again,
eyes getting wide and brain going blank. This boy is going to be the death
of me he thought.
“Yeah, whatever, guys. It’s my turn now. James, truth, or dare?”
Peter said, partly exasperated, but still light-hearted.
“Well, dare, I say,” James answered, smugly. “Fine, you let Marlene
draw on your face.” Peter said, “oh oh, and you’re not allowed to see it or
wash it off till morning.” He added, evilly.
“Peter, did you have to pick her,” James started complaining, while
Marlene got up to retrieve a quill from the nearest table. “No, backing off dares,
pretty boy,” Lily said.
“Oh, you think I’m pretty, Lils?” He said with a smirk and a very
“Not for long,” Marlene said, sitting down again and grabbing his
face. “Oh Merlin,” he tried to squirm away. “Now, stay still, so I can focus on
my art,” she started drawing first on both of his cheeks and then on his forehead,
everyone was snickering around them. She lifted the quill off his face with a
shit-eating grin. “There you go,” she said, proud of her work.
“What is it, guys? Is it bad? Oh my god, is it a penis?” James
asked, looking at each and everyone for answers, except that everyone was
doubling on the floor from laughter, “Don’t worry, you look positively stunning,
Prongs.” Sirius replied from between laughs. “You’re really not going to say?”
he asked the group.
“No cheating, you very pretty boy,” Lily said, face completely red.
“Sure then, this is getting real. Truth or dare, Siri?” he asked,
trying to hide his annoyance.
“Oh, me… Well, to change it a little, I’m picking truth,” Sirius
replied. His best mate raised an eyebrow, which looked amusing because it had a
deer antler drawn above it, getting Sirius to snort and chuckle. “You think it’s
funny? Good, here is the question.” James went silent for a second, “What are
your kinks?” He asked, dragging every word. His question shifted the air in the
group and everyone was now staring at Sirius, including Remus. He looked at
Sirius is not being phased by the actual question, but by Remus’
stare. He doesn’t know if it was the alcohol or the Gryffindor bravery, but he
decided to throw caution out of the window and lock eyes with Remus, the boy he’s
been possibly in love with since the fifth year. “My kink…” he started,
ignoring everyone around him, he was sure Remus was giving him the same look, here
goes nothing he thought. “My kink is werewolves with soft smiles and pretty
eyes.” He said into the air, but still intensively watching Remus for a
reaction. He prays he didn’t mess everything up when Remus’ mouth shapes into
an O. He finally broke eye contact to find Dorcas and Mary high-fiving, Marlene
talking about a bet, and James looking all smug.
“You know what, I think I’m going to sleep,” Lily said,
faking a yawn and getting up. The girls got up after her. “yeah, we’re going to
crash, good night, guys” Dorcas added, locking arms with Marlene.
As the girls walked away, James also got up, stumbling around a
little, “Us too, c’mon, Wormy,” He gestured to peter. “But we were playing,” Peter
complained. “Oh just move it, idiot.” James grabbed his arm and pulled him up.
“The room is all yours, boys,” James said with a wink and also
walked away. Leaving Sirius and Remus alone, with a very long conversation