Good Vibrations - Sirius’ POV
“James.” Sirius hissed, grabbing his sleeve and pulling insistently, “James!”
”What? What is it?” James asked, turning around from where he had been trying to weave his way into conversation with Mary. The pair of them had made a plan before coming to the party that had deeply exasperated Pete. James would try and get a good word in with Mary or Marlene or anyone else remotely close to Evans, really, and Sirius would scope out Davey Gudgeon to see if there was any chance of him being Moony.
Well, if Sirius was being honest, he had sort of found himself looking for things to immediately cross off for the options who weren’t… well… Remus Lupin.
Merlin. He knew he shouldn’t. He knew that the only Slytherin on the list should be the one he was the most deterred by. But, for the love of Godric, was he gorgeous. It was unfair, really. He was tall and lanky but in a way that you knew he was harbouring some muscle and his skin clung to what was left of his summer tan like it knew what it was doing to Sirius. And Remus’ face. Bloody hell, his face. It was sharp and soft and wonky and all wrong but, fuck, was it all right. And don’t get him started about the haircut. That. That was unfair.
“I think Remus is Moony.” Sirius spoke, thankfully the music was too loud for anyone to overhear.
“Yes. You’ve been saying that for the past week. Continue.” James nodded quickly, completely invested.
“Moony is really deflective.” Sirius told him after dragging him into the nearest dark corner and narrowly avoiding running straight into a snogging couple.
”That’s certainly not a red flag.”
”Shut up.“ Sirius waved a hand, “I was just speaking to Remus, right—“
”Hang on,” James interrupted, “I thought you were only seeing if Gudgeon was an option tonight.”
”I was!” Sirius spluttered, “I am. It’s just Remus was there and, after last night, I thought it’d be rude to not speak to him.”
”Mhm.”
”Oh, let me have it.” He rolled his eyes, before plowing on, “Anyway, we were talking and I asked something about him having the brain of a muggleborn and he deflected!”
James was quiet for a few moments, before he nodded slowly, eyebrows raised in caution, “And this… one very common characteristic… is why you think Remus Lupin is the love of your life?”
Sirius let out a whimper, slumping against the wall and closing his eyes, “His eyes, James. His eyes.”
”Yes. With the gold. We’ve heard.”
”It’s like he’s not even human.” Sirius sighed, crossing his arms and swaying slightly from side to side, “Is it bad he sort of makes me forget the horrible things about Slytherin?” Then, a look of pure, deep terror came over his face and he went rigid, looking James dead in the eye, “What if one of my cousins snags him first?!”
James was nodding again, his eyes slightly narrowed, “Just how much firewhiskey have you had?”