Chapter 1
Pov Sirius
There's nothing that cute like a lonely detention on Saturday morning, which is ten o'clock. After all, sitting in the class and doing some boring tasks as punishment is my favorite activity. Pure pleasure.
I hope you feel the sarcasm.
The hardest part of it all is convincing my friends to go to Hogsmeade without me. I didn't want them to give up on their plans because I failed.
"I'm telling you to go on your own and have fun," I repeated to those stubborn donkeys and Remus for what must have been the fifth time.
"But it won't be fun without you," James whined. "You're the funniest of us all and the best ideas."
"I wouldn't say the best," interjected my boyfriend, "rather the stupidest, most dangerous, and most disastrous."
"I love you too" I smiled at the werewolf "And go back to the subject, nothing really will happen if I don't go with you once."
"We won't leave you." James protested, placing his hands on his hips. "There's still over half an hour until your detention, I'll manage to do some huge, terrible action in that time..."
"Prongs, no." I expressed my objection, I don't want my best friend to lie to me, although it's cute in its own way.
"I agree with Siri." supported me my irreplaceable boyfriend "You don't always have to have detention together and special getting into trouble is total idiocy."
"How about we go to Hogsmeade alone with everyone, and Padfoot would join us later, after the end of detention, or somehow he left earlier," said Peter, probably for the first time today.
"You know what, Wormtail, sometimes you can move that head." I laughed.
"It's not even such a bad idea." Remus said. "However, it needs to be planned well so that there are no mishaps."
"Take my invisibility cloak to slip away unnoticed." prongs suggested "It is under my bed."
"Where's the map?" I asked. "I'd love to be able to check to make sure I don't come across any psor"
"In the third drawer of the shared chest of drawers. It hasn't changed place in three years, you might remember" he replied
"Especially since you remember our every little quarrel down to the last detail." Remus interjected
"That's completely different. The location of the map has never hurt my feelings".
"But compared to the argument five years ago, the location of the map is important, and you should remember it."
"Are you saying that my feelings are not important to you?" I asked with what I thought was a bit of reproach. "Or maybe I don't really mean anything to you?"
"Siri darling" the sexy werewolf began pleadingly, "You know that's not what I meant. If you meant nothing to me, would I do it?" he asked, then came closer to me and connected our lips.
It tasted like chocolate as usual. Does he really have to eat it even in the morning? Not that I'm complaining, but I don't think it's healthy. I can live without cigarettes, Remi can't without chocolate, and it's like I'm addicted.
"Awwww," Peter meowed like some wild yaoist girl, and James whistled. They often acted like this, or worse. It didn't bother me, but my boyfriend was always embarrassed by it.
He pulled away from me and blushed slightly. He made a face like a kid caught stealing a lollipop, that's what's so cute about him. Even though the whole of Hogwarts already knew about us, Remi often gave the impression that our relationship was still a secret.
Once my wolf had recovered, we worked out all the details of the plan. And then exactly at ten o'clock I went to detention and the boys went to Hogsmeade with the group.
The punishment dragged on forever. I was copying some boring information from the book. After four hours of this torture, Mcszzywa kindly let me out of my cell, which was a transmutation room.
I went straight to the dormitory, but not to spend the rest of the day there, McGonagal thought, just to grab what I needed and run.
Map first. Which drawer was it? First? Fifth? Second? I stood in front of the cupboard and began searching each drawer until I finally found the right piece of parchment in the third.
Then I knelt over James' bed and put my hand under it, searching for the Invisibility Cloak. I came across some material after a while, but it was definitely too short and weird.
I took out the mysterious object and began to examine it carefully. After thinking about it for a while, I guessed that this is something that females wear to keep their tits from flying.
What was it called? It was something with a "b" from another bumper name. balloons? No that's not it. It was some kind of concept that encompassed the whole of these girl baubles.
It's not my fault that I'm gay and I care about women's breasts as much as last year's snow. I don't even pay attention to those empty chicks with their breasts on top.
Exactly "bust", that's the word I was looking for.
So the bra is found, but the question remains what the bra was doing under James' bed. After all, the cuckold doesn't have a woman, he goes out with my brother.
Regulus is not a woman as far as I know. I think I would know if I had a sister. I always called Regi my brother and I would fight him, I wouldn't hit a woman. Anyway, he probably would have told me.
My brother is definitely a man and doesn't wear bras. Sometimes he does his lines, but so do I, and I use black eyeliner a lot and I like having my nails painted, and that doesn't make me any less masculine.
Gender norms suck, but thinking about them now helped keep my mind off of what I didn't want to know, but of course that can't last long. And let's not kid ourselves, I'm a master of overthinking. I can't just leave something behind.