Sweater Swap

Sirius was sprawled out lazily on the hill that slowly sloped down to the rippling lake. Under his arm was Remus Lupin, whose head rested upon Sirius’s sweatered chest.
“I told you already, Sirius,” Remus said, his voice muffled by the shirt. “If you borrow my jumpers again, I’ll hex you.” Sirius sat up, forcing Remus into an upright position. A small, pink line ran along the side of Remus’s cheek where it had been resting on a fold in the fabric.
“Well, let’s see it, then,” said Sirius.
“What?”
“You said you would hex me if I wore your jumper again. And I did. So let’s see it.”
Remus paused for a moment before saying,
“…I’ll do it tomorrow” and sank back into Sirius’s chest. Sirius smirked and wrapped his arms around Remus’s back. He rested the side of his head on Remus’s hair.
“Uh-oh,” groaned Sirius. “It looks like we’d better get inside.” He pointed at the purplish-gray clouds creeping above the field. Remus felt a raindrop the size of a Galleon hit the back of his hand. The skin glistened and shined where the drop had landed. Without hesitation, he grabbed Sirius’s hand and bolted toward the giant wooden doors that led into Hogwarts. Before they could make it, however, the drops landing on the boys grew larger and larger. Pieces of grass bent under the weight of the drops and sprang up again. The soil became drenched and soaked into their shoes, and their hair and clothes lay flat against their skin. When they reached the doors, the wood’s bang resounded around the stone walls. The boys’ cloaks dripped heavily on the floor. A few students stared at them for their sudden entrance.
“Quick dry-off, perhaps?” suggested Remus, a steady drip of water falling from the end of his nose.
“I can’t help but think that maybe James and Peter had the right idea spending the afternoon in the library,” Sirius chuckled.

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In the dormitory, as Remus took off his own soaked cloak and trousers, he couldn’t take his eyes away from the now jumper-less Sirius that stood two beds away. A wet undershirt clung to Sirius’s skin. Feeling Remus’s gaze, Sirius turned to face him. Slowly, he peeled his top off, revealing his toned abdomen. Remus dropped his clothes in a heap on the ground and hurried to Sirius. Eagerly, he pressed his lips against Sirius’s. He gripped Sirius’s overgrown hair, letting the water droplets run down the arms of his white button-up shirt. Sirius wrapped his bare arms around Remus’s waist and kissed back harder. After a moment, without pulling his lips away, Sirius took his wand from his front pocket and dragged the tip along the little grey buttons lining the middle of Remus’s shirt. The buttons unhooked themselves so that Remus could rip his shirt off and throw it on the pile that lay on the floor. The clink sound of Sirius’s belt meeting the floor and his zipper being undone rang around the room. With a soft thud, his trousers were thrown on his trunk.
Just as Remus and Sirius were headed to Sirius’s bed, a loud crack exploded in their ears. Remus screamed.
“What the fuck?!” shouted Sirius, who scrambled for a dry shirt. He threw on a striped red and gold tee and turned to the petite house elf that was now staring at the two of them with wide, hazel eyes. Remus pulled up the cloak that lay in a heap in the ground and wrapped it around himself. His face was frozen in shock.
“Please do not be alarmed!” squealed the elf.
“Too late for that,” muttered Sirius, who was pulling on a pair of dry black trousers. The house elf pulled a sheet of paper from beneath the rags he had wrapped around his torso. He gave a small clearing of his throat.
“Hogwarts would like to kindly remind you of the strict rules we have here involving the public and/or private displays of affection between students,” he began in a squeaky voice. He continued, “Firstly, female students must only be permitted in the male dormitory to casually socialize. Any sexual-“
“Alright, alright we get it,” interjected Sirius. “Don’t fuck in the dorms, yeah? We won’t. Promise.” The elf ceased speaking and returned the parchment to its spot beneath the rags.
“Thank you, sir. We appreciate your understanding,” he replied, bowing his head low. “However, please know that if it happens again, the elves will be forced to report you to your respective head of house.”
“Of course,” said Remus, whose cheeks were flushed a bright red. “Have a nice day.”
The elf, looking surprised, said, “And the most wonderful day to you, sir! You are most kind!” With another crack, the elf was gone. Remus collapsed on the edge of Sirius’s bed and sighed.
“At least we’re not going to be reported or anything,” reasoned Sirius, who sat down beside him.
“Yeah.” Sirius lay down on the mattress and pulled Remus down with him. He pulled Remus into the position they had been in on the field.
“They can’t get us in trouble for being next to each other,” whispered Sirius.
Tracing the stripes on Sirius’s shirt with his fingertips, Remus said absentmindedly, “Ha. You’re not wearing my jumper.” Sirius squeezed Remus in his arms as they both listened to the downpour beating heavily against the window.