Year 6
Gryffindor won the quidditch house cup. The common room was alive, covered in decorations, cups, and a few stray articles of clothing. Fire whiskey has materialized from somewhere, probably because it was the easiest to get your hands on. Madame Rosmerta would give you a bottle if you asked nicely. Music was blaring, lots of talking, lots of shouting. And then there was Remus. He stood in the corner, trying to avoid most of the party. He came for his friends but they were busy doing other things.
Parties made Remus uncomfortable on a fundamental level, something about lots of noise and lots of people didn’t sit well with him. So there Remus was left, alone clutching a half empty goblet of firewhiskey- and hoping to block out how loud everyone was being. James was off trying to woo Evans and earning himself the stink eye from McKinnon. Peter was sandwiched between two birds at spin the bottle, looking more uncomfortable than Remus felt. And Sirius? Well he was being Sirius.
And by that, Remus meant that he was standing on top of a table loudly and drunkenly singing along to the David Bowie record Remus gifted him for his birthday that year. Once the song ended the drunk boy padded his way over to Remus. Remus quirked an amused eyebrow.
“Enjoying yourself Black?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know Lupin?” Sirius balanced himself by placing his arm on the wall near Remus’s head.
“Well it would be much easier if you told me, though I suppose if you weren’t enjoying yourself you wouldn’t be serenading the common room with ‘Oh! You Pretty Things’”
Remus indulges himself in a once over of Sirius. He had to admit the beater had an incredible physique. His golden brown skin balanced out perfectly with his light blueish gray eyes and dark hair.
“Not the common room. Jus’ you” Sirius smiled lopsidedly.
“Now Black, I know you know the correct way to serenade me is with chocolate and a quiet night in. This party is anything but.” Remus had to admit he loved playing coy, especially when it came to Sirius-Gryffindor-heartbreaker-Black.
“Hmm maybe outside would be more preferable to you then Mr Lupin. I hear the Black lake looks wonderful this time of night?” Sirius pushed himself back upright offering Remus his arm. Such a Gentleman. And a smart one at that, Remus would kill to get out of the Sensory Hell that is a Gryffindor party. And a private walk with Sirius- Drop- Dead- gorgeous- Black was just a bonus.
“I suppose a few unchaperoned moments wouldn’t be too scandalous” Remus takes Sirius’s arm and lets Sirius lead him to the grassy knoll past the Whomping Willow, to the lakes edge.Sirius refilled his drink with a quick refilling charm. The two chatted for much longer than Remus had expected, by the time he realized how late it was getting he was doubled over aching from laughter and Sirius was well on his way to being blacked out.
Not that Remus was much better, drinking was far more enjoyable in this setting. Remus wiped tears from his eyes watching the moon rise over the tree line. It was only half tonight, so Remus was not yet feeling the effects of the lunar cycle, but the sight of it still froze him for a second.
“Moons what-“ Sirius started before following Remus’s gaze to the moon, his eyes immediately narrowing. Before Remus could even recognize what was happening, Sirius swayed to his feet. He stumbled only slightly before raising an off balance wand towards the sky.
“Bombarda!” A jet of light flew into the sky from Sirius’s wand.
“Sirius!” Remus shot to his feet grabbing a hold of his friend. “You can’t just- what were you thinking?!”
Luckily the light dissipated into the night sky without striking anything. The poorly aimed shot was not even close to reaching the moon.
“I’ve gotta free the prince from his curse, so he can live happily ever after” Sirius smiled at Remus, like a kid smiles at a puppy.
“You dope,” Remus laughs, shaking his head.
“Not a dope- romantic” Sirius corrects, swaying again slightly, grabbing on to Remus’s steady hands. “Gotta do whatever I can to help my Moony. If that’s blowin up the moon so be it”
“You’d do that for me?” Remus looks at his hands suddenly all too aware his left hand rested on Sirius’s chest and was covered by Sirius’s own.
“I’d do anything for you” Sirius’s grin fell, replaced by an all too earnest expression.
“Then I stand corrected, you are not a dope, you are a pissed git and I need to sneak you past McGonagall ‘for she takes all the points you just earned” Remus drops his hand gathering their things then slinging Sirius arm over his shoulder and his arm under Sirius’s he helps his friend back to bed.
By the Grace of Godric they didn’t get caught, but Remus’s head was still spinning.