innerslytherin (innerslytherin) wrote in ever_fixed_mark, @ 2008-04-12 16:33:00 |
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004: Project Get Peter a Girl Commences
Peter leaned into the mirror, fussing with the collar of his robe. What was he thinking, letting Remus continue with this crazy scheme? Peter didn't want to go out with a girl. He wanted to go out with a bloke. Well, honestly, he wasn't sure if that was the right word. He wasn't sure what he wanted, but he knew it wasn't a girl.
He'd spent the past week snapping at James every time he bloody mentioned Evans, and he knew the others had noticed and were starting to wonder what was wrong with him. He'd heard Remus saying something behind his back, yesterday, in an apologetic tone, but he had no idea what excuse Moony had given.
"This is insane," Peter muttered.
"Well, you may be mad, but at least you've kept your looks," the mirror said back. Peter glared at it.
Remus propped himself up in bed, pushing onto his forearms, to peer across the room at Peter. He'd been acting strangely lately. Remus had stayed behind in bed late this morning in hopes of catching Peter alone to find out why, and it had worked wonderfully. "You know, they say talking to yourself is actually a sign of intelligence," he said lightly, grinning at the back of Peter's head and folding the book he'd been reading on his stomach.
Peter jumped, then turned, giving Remus a baleful look. Peter had forgotten he was still here, he'd been so quiet. "I suppose that's a good sign," he muttered. "What're you doing still in bed?"
"Runes," Remus replied, indicating the book that was resting on him. "Care to join me?" A momentary panic flooded Remus. "In studying, not in bed, I mean." He flushed.
Peter eyed him for a moment, then grinned. "Oh, you're not propositioning me? Pity, I thought you were finally going to act on your crush." He went over and climbed onto Remus' bed, because they did that all the time, there was nowhere else to sit in their dormitory, after all. Though it was interesting that Remus had flushed after he said that.
For that matter, Peter's face was feeling a bit warm, too.
Remus swallowed, then shifted back a bit to make room. "Wouldn't you be lucky," he teased, even if his voice was a little off. "Have you done the reading we're supposed to have done?" he asked quickly, shifting again.
Peter laughed, the odd thought crossing his mind that he would be lucky, if that were true. "Not all of it," he said. "I'm stuck in the section on Thurisaz, I think. Or the one after." He shook his head. "What was I thinking, to take that class? Oh, I remember, I was thinking, 'Poor Moony, he'll be alone if I don't take it with him. I'll take it to keep him company.'" He shook his head. "More the fool I."
Remus laughed, the tension he'd been feeling just then melting immediately. "Oh, well thanks ever so much for taking pity on me." He lay back, nudging Peter a bit before holding the book so they could both read from it. "I suppose I'm indebted now. I must help you pass."
Snickering, Peter nudged him back and then peered over his shoulder. "Yes, that's right, you owe me." Except instead of reading, he found himself distracted by the warmth he could feel from being so close to Remus. He tried to ignore it, but after only a few minutes, he couldn't take the distraction; he slumped back against the headboard. "I hate doing homework on Saturdays."
Remus looked up at Peter from where he was lying and grinned. "You hate doing homework. Full stop." He grinned and pushed himself up, sitting crosslegged and facing Peter. "All right then, it can wait. So... project two then?"
"Well, true," Peter admitted, then studied Remus' face. "Project two?" He didn't like the sound of that.
Remus grinned brightly. "We have to pick a girl," he said, his eyes dancing mischievously.
"Oh my God," Peter said, and leaned his head back, closing his eyes.
Peter was adorable when he was nervous. Remus barely had time to register that thought, or process it at all, before he burst into laughter. He crawled forward and turned in the bed to sit next to Peter, leaning a little to place his hand on Peter's arm, fingertips on Peter's stomach. It was a gesture that was supposed to be comforting, and Remus forced aside the thought that he'd like to slide his entire hand over Peter's middle. "It's a girl. Not the guillotine."
Peter's breath caught in his throat as he registered the light touch. He opened his eyes and watched Remus sceptically. "Right. And why aren't you finding one for yourself, then?" He couldn't quite fight down the smile that rose to his lips, though. Remus was so earnest and, well, endearing.
Remus shrugged. "I told you I don't think dating's for me," he said dismissively, then tried to barrel through his response by immediately jumping into questions. "So, what do you like? Anything in particular? Any particular girl caught your eye?"
"No, no particular girls. What do you mean what do I like?" Boys, he thought, wishing he had the stones to say that.
Remus shrugged. "Hair colour? Eye colour?" If he were talking to Sirius, he'd have asked about breast size, too.
"Er." Peter sighed. "Brown hair, I guess. Eyes....mm, hazel. Green's all right. I don't know, Remus, I..." He shrugged. "Sure. Brown hair, hazel eyes."
Remus nodded. "Okay. That's a start. Um. What about... do you want someone really outgoing? Or maybe more reserved?"
Peter frowned, thinking. "Well, someone outgoing would--" be like dating Sirius-- "I think I'd feel, um, overwhelmed. But someone reserved..." He trailed off, thinking about that. Remus was more reserved. Peter felt comfortable around Remus; he felt like he could be himself around Remus. "Yes, someone more reserved."
Remus bit his lip and eyed Peter for a moment, trying to imagine him with this mystery brunette, but the image wouldn't quite form. He'd have to start paying more attention to the girls in their year for a bit. "It's a pity I don't have the right bits," he teased, then shrugged it off, pulling his book open again. "Right then, Thurisaz..."