Love, Probably.

As President Greyback’s plane touched down, Sirius was already dreading the few days that would follow. Fenrir Greyback had a reputation for being domineering, demanding and lecherous, and Sirius was still getting used to his new job. He didn’t need this asshole making things even harder.

It had been impressed upon him, the need for this meeting to go as smoothly as possible. The previous Prime Minister had made some unfortunate (but very accurate) comments about the President and Sirius had been told on no uncertain terms to ‘kiss his arse, and use tongue’.

“Prime Minister Black!” Greyback greeted him with a firm handshake once he deplaned. “Really thought I’d be meeting the other guy, but then again, I have no idea of the difference between the two of you so it doesn’t really matter, does it?”

Sirius chuckled awkwardly. “President Greyback, it’s wonderful to have you here! I’m sorry that your wife couldn’t make it.”

“I’m not.” Greyback smirked, “Gives me more opportunity to explore this… wonderful country of yours.”

“Hmmm.” Sirius nodded, “Yes, well. We have the presser booked for tomorrow morning. This afternoon you can get settled and then I thought this evening we could meet for a drink and to discuss the finer details of our alliance for tomorrow.”

“Sounds fantastic.” Greyback clapped him on the back, almost sending him flying as they posed for a few press photographers allowed onto the tarmac to document the historic occasion.

That evening, Greyback and Sirius were in Sirius’ office, looking through paperwork on the terms of this new alliance that they would announce tomorrow.

“Almost done I think, just need to touch on something very close to my heart, then we can call it a night.” Sirius pulls out a file.

“Jesus, Black, who is it I have to screw around here to get another drink?” Greyback laughed a little too loudly.

A knock came at the door before Sirius could pick up his phone, and Remus poked his head around. “Hi, oh… sorry, sir, didn’t realise you had company. Can I get either of you a drink before I head home?” He asked, eyeing Greyback cautiously.

“More scotch please…” Greyback paused, waiting for his name.

“Remus.”

“More scotch please, Remus,” he smiled lasciviously at the younger man and Sirius felt his heart pounding. Surely he should say something, but Remus was a grown man. He didn’t want to patronise him by butting in. Perhaps Remus had a sneaky thing for the President. Sirius really hoped that he didn’t.

“I’ll fetch a fresh bottle, Mr President,” Remus said with a small smile.

After the door closed behind him, Greyback let out a low whistle. “Damn, English boys are so cute.”

“Well, he’s a man, legally, uh, thankfully, and he’s also Welsh, not English, so…”

Greyback waved his comments off, “‘I’ll fetch a fresh bottle, Mr President.’” He didn’t even attempt a Welsh accent, and landed somewhere between cockney and West Country, which was utterly bizarre. “Adorable! Are all of your aides that cute?”

“Cute?” Sirius choked on his own saliva.

“I know you’re not blind, Black. He’s very cute. He into guys?” Greyback asked.

“Oh, I doubt it. I don’t think he…” Sirius’ mind had gone completely blank. “I just need to go and make a phone call, won’t be long.”

Sirius stood up from the sofa and left his office, leaving a chuckling Greyback in the armchair by the fire.

He paced back and forth in the bathroom down the hall from his office.

“Alright Pads?” James sounded exhausted and he immediately felt bad for bothering him after nine pm.

“Did I wake you up?”

“Nah, I was just watching the new Lindsay Lohan Christmas film. Harry decided he wanted to watch it but then he ended up going to bed a little while ago. Not that he’ll be sleeping for another five hours probably… Sorry mate. Is everything ok?”

“Yes, I’m just drinking whiskey with the fucking president and he fancies Remus.” Sirius hissed.

“Greyback? Doesn’t he have a wife and kids?”

“Yep! He does. But then Remus came in to offer us a drink before he went home and Greyback asked if all of my aides were as cute as Remus! Professed how cute all ‘English boys’ are.” Sirius groaned.

“And you said ‘no because if I had more than one of them to fantasise about, I’d get no work done!’, right?”

“Fuck off, Jamie.” He pushed his hair back off his face. “God he’s such a twat. I have no idea what the American voters are thinking.”

“I don’t think even they know, to be fair.” James mused.

“Fair. Ugh. I should get back before Remus comes back and I have to pick Greyback’s jaw up off the floor.” He shuddered. “Can’t believe I have to kiss his arse in the name of diplomatic relations.”

“That’s the job, mate. Sorry.” James said. “You’ll do great tomorrow though. I believe in you.”

“Cheers. You and Harry want to come round for dinner tomorrow night? I feel like I haven’t seen you both in ages.”

“If I can prise Harry from his room, we’ll be there. The promise of seeing you might actually do it, though. Yeah, that’d be great.” James smiled.

“Alright, see you tomorrow then.”

“See you tomorrow.”

Sirius hung up and straightened the collar of his shirt before heading back to his office.

“Sorry, my brother lost his wife recently and I just needed to—“ He froze with his hand still on the door handle as he took in the scene in front of him.

Next to the roaring fireplace stood Remus and Greyback. Remus’ hands were on Greyback’s shoulders, and the president’s lips were on his neck, as he held on to Remus' hips. Upon Sirius’ appearance, Remus extricated himself from Greyback’s clutch and stepped back quickly, unable to look Sirius in the eye.

Greyback turned and looked at Sirius with a glint in his eye, straightened his tie then picked up his glass. “Great scotch, Black.”

“I’ll just… be going.” Remus avoided looking at either of them as he headed to the door. Sirius stepped aside to let him through, hoping that he’d look up so he could see what Remus was thinking.

“It was a privilege to meet you, Remus. I truly hope that I’ll get to see more of you, as our two great countries worth together.” Greyback smirked as he sat back in the armchair.

Sirius bit the inside of his lip to stop himself from saying something he’d regret.

“Thank you, sir,” Remus said, not looking back as he left the room and closed the door behind him.

“So, what was it you wanted to discuss? Something close to your heart, was it?” Greyback leaned back in the chair and sipped the whiskey, a knowing smile on his face.

“Yes, right. Yes.” He picked up the file he’d set down before leaving to call James, hoping the president wouldn’t notice how much his hands were shaking.

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Xenophilius Lovegood stood up from his seat and took the microphone offered to him. “Xenophilius Lovegood from The Quibbler. “Mr President, have you enjoyed your visit?”

Greyback smiled blindingly, “Oh, yeah, very much so. Your Prime Minister and his entire team have made me feel very welcome. We got what we came for, and the special relationship is still very special. I hope that we will only get closer with time.”

Sirius clenched his jaw and gripped the edge of his lectern so hard that his knuckles were beyond white, almost into lilac territory.

“Prime Minister?” Lovegood turned to look at him.

“Well, the word relationship is doing a lot of heavy lifting there, honestly. It’s a funny word really. Relationship. It can mean all manner of things. I was told in no uncertain terms that this meeting with President Greyback should involve a lot of smiling and nodding and that I should be prepared to sacrifice in the name of the relationship between our countries. Atone for the previous government’s mistakes, an all too familiar theme. But I have to be honest with you all this morning. Some sacrifices simply are not worth it, and I fear that this special relationship has taken a toxic turn, as they often do when one party holds considerably more power. Unfortunately, President Greyback has only seemed interested in taking whatever he wants, and casually ignoring the things that matter.” He paused, “The things that matter to Britain. We may be a small country, but we are a great country, and a friend that bullies us is no longer a friend. So from now on, I am prepared to be less friendly, and more assertive when it comes to the respect that people show to you…” His eyes met Remus’ at the back of the room and he almost choked, “That is, you, the British people, of course. So the President should be prepared for that going forward.”

With that, he unclipped his microphone pack and set it on the lectern before leaving the room. As he walked through the door he heard the press erupt behind him and he quickly left for his apartment in Number Eleven. What the fuck had he just done?