|kat_scratches (kat_scratches) wrote in ficbits,|
@ 2007-08-04 08:51:00
|Entry tags:||hp, nc17, pg, pg13, remus/sirius|
HP fic "And Everything In Between" (PG-NC17) (1/3)
Title: And Everything In Between
Rating: Part 1 is PG, Part 2 is NC17, and Part 3 is PG13.
Summary: Sirius isn't the centre of Remus' world. Sirius is Not Pleased. Marauders-era, and completely spoiler-free, for those of you worried.
A/N: Billions of kisses to kellygreen for the beta, and I'm sorry I was such a nag. You're a brilliant beta, and I love you! Also, this fic was started about a thousand years ago for the incomparable brak4werewolves -- sorry it was so long in the making!
Remus Lupin was a creature of habit.
Every evening, after classes were done and supper consumed, after homework was finished and checked and carefully set aside, he could nearly always be found curled up comfortably in one of the squashy common room armchairs, nose firmly planted in a book and seemingly oblivious to anything outside of it. And if he wasn’t there, then he was curled up in bed, asleep.
Sirius Black was also a creature of habit, though not obviously so. He, too, could be found spending his evenings in the Gryffindor common room, playing a startlingly violent version of wizard chess, or plotting mischief, or chatting up attractive specimens of the female persuasion. But underneath it all, underneath the chess and the chatting and the plotting, he would watch Remus. Without being remotely obvious about it, Sirius had gleaned that Remus thought his fringe was too long (he was always pushing it impatiently out of his eyes), and that the reason the ends of Remus’ quills were always ragged was because he absently chewed on them when lost in thought. He watched each evening for the stifled yawns that signaled that Remus was about to head up to bed, for those yawns meant Sirius would soon follow.
So when, one evening, Remus finished up his homework and put away his quills and slipped out of the common room without so much as a by-your-leave, Sirius wasn’t far behind.
He followed Remus, ducking behind various corners and statues and suits of armor whenever the other boy stopped to look behind him. Every so often Remus would pause, head cocked to one side as if listening. Sirius hid in whatever darkened recesses he could find, holding his breath, while Remus glanced thoughtfully at the seemingly empty corridor.
“Sirius?” Remus asked, frowning.
The corridor remained silent, and Remus moved on.