Marauder crack

Flowers to Azkaban

Last morning. The morning they are getting back home. It takes many enchantments to get all the junk in the boys' room to fit in their trunks. The cauldrons spend the morning flying from one suitcase to another and robes tangle in midair before being hung from huge coat racks that fold themselves to fit between books and shoes.

Half an hour before the Hogwarts express leaves, McGonagall raises her voice to everyone to get down as soon as possible. James just put his owl in the cage, before saying goodbye to Remus. It is the first time that the four of them don't together on the train. Ever.

Is not easy. James tries to take the weight off the departure.

- It's only sixty days, Moony. It will give you time to read sixty books. Sirius will sleep with sixty women and Peter will send me sixty owls to explain to me what is he doing in Romania.

Remus laughs, and it's easier to hug like this. Laughing, summer seems shorter.

-What are you going to do during summer, Prongs?- Remus asks him when they separate from each other.

James has everything planned.

- Think of abou' sixty ways for Lily to marry me.

Sirius squints his eyes.

- Potter, if a contest was done on who is the nastiest little deer and Bambi of the entire magical world, you would continue to win over and over again.

Peter has long been down to meet the rest, distraught from early in the morning with the possibility of missing the train. The last goodbye, the last ritual of the course, is only for Sirius and Remus, who don't know exactly what to say to themselves, now that the room is empty andJames is watching and everything seems different, even them. Sirius wears his muggle clothes. Leather jacket included, of course, and he doesn't know what he's supposed to do. Because a hug seems like a good idea and at the same time a horrible one.

-James is exaggerating- says Remus. -I don't think I can read sixty books.

- Yes, and I have never slept with more than fifty in a summer. Forty-nine at the most.

Sirius likes what Remus does. That sudden dry laugh and how he looks downright afterward, like if he's hiding behind the moon.

- Well, you'll tell me in September Pads.

- Deal.

He stretches out his hand. Remus stretches his and squeezes his. Strong, much stronger than anything that can be said. Sirius, who does it all for momentum, sends his apprehensions to hell and pulls Remus, without letting go of his hand, drawing him to himself with the same unstoppable fierceness which that does it all. He closes his eyes in that hug and tries not to mean it just too much because James is watching and because he suspects that if it means a little more, it will end up meaning everything. He doesn't know if he's ready and not, and he definitely cannot fuck it all with Remus. But he can hug him and thank him silently for having the opportunity to meet him. He still doesn't understand why someone like that would choose to love a bastard like him but in that little hug, it doesn't matter. Nothing matters.

- Watch out for the next full moon. Lupin.

- Try not to kill your mother.

It is difficult for him to slit. He does it slowly so that Remus doesn't break between his hands. For him, he is willing not to murder any member of his family. But he can't promise anything either.

- If they catch me, take me flowers to Azkaban.

-Flowers and chocolate- Remus promises. - I'll bring you whatever you want.

Those are the last words he hears him say as a sixth-year student. He gives them to spin as he goes down to the common room, dragging his trunk. "I'll bring you whatever you want". There is something in that sentence that tickles in his stomach. "I'll bring you whatever you want". Like an anxious little worm that gnaws and gnaws as he listens to McGonagall's explanations to the younger students. "I'll bring you whatever you want".

-Sirius Black, where do you think you're going?

- I forgot something, Minny! It'll take just a moment!

-We're going to be late!- McGonagall yells, trying to ignore the pompous nickname as the urgency of the situation.

But Sirius doesn't stop. He hears her from upstairs, yelling "Just a minute!" and honestly, he doesn't care to miss the train because if he doesn't do it, he will break. Literally, he is BREAKING. He doesn't know how he's endured since Sunday, but only now when the end of the course is a reality and not just a fear, he realizes how stupid he has been.

He shouldn't have held on that long.

He has not held on to anything in his entire life and he had to start doing that now?

"But what a fucking fool I am".

He opens the door of the room with all the strength he has and if he doesn't crash against the wall and breaks it is because Merlin doesn't want to. Remus is with his back upon him, looking out the window, probably to see how they leave.He turns immediately upon hearing the door. Remus Lupin, with that gigantic nose and that strange upper lip that always stands out too much in his mouth and that impossible hair and those eyelashes so long, and his lips so good-looking, and that pained look, is the most incredible thing Sirius has ever seen in his whole damn life.

But what, what, WHAT a fool I am, FUCK.

- What have you ...?

Forgotten.

That is what he was meant to say.

But Remus never says it. He doesn't say it because Sirius crosses the room like a storm and sends it all to hell forever kissing him. It's the only sensible thing he's done in five fucking days and it's not only sensible, but it's also spectacular. It's so much better than he remembered. It's Remus, opening his mouth without thinking, receiving him with the identical despair to his, melting like white chocolate under the palate. He is hot, he is close, he is kissing him, Sirius is holding his neck so that he opens his mouth wide and knows that Remus will be the only thing he watches for eight weeks every time he closes his eyes. Perfect, brilliant, wet, M-M-Moony. It's a deep kiss, a tongue fight in which neither is willing to give in and both have to hold on to avoid falling into the ground.

Sirius separates out of necessity. Before he's too much and has to send the train to take by the sack. He has to go home. If he doesn't come back home, his mother won't pay next year's tuition and he can't lose Hogwarts. He reminds himself of it, and it's important that he do it because Remus gasps and he insists on continuing to kiss him and makes good sense of some really difficult art. It would be easier if the bastard kissed even a little bit bad.

- September- Sirius manages to say. He would like to elaborate it further but he cannot.

McGonagall waits. The train waits. His mother is waiting. Only eight weeks. They say goodbye in fits and starts, kissing up to the door. Remus is addictive such as a drug that is injected into the blood and goes directly to the brain. He wants to pull his tie, open his shirt, pull down his pants, cum into it. He has a hard time leaving him, and Sirius does so with a threat.

- I have no idea where you have learned to kiss like that but you better don't get better during the summer, Moony, because you don't want me to bite you.

Remus says "Bite me" in an exasperated whisper, and Sirius runs to the train, wanting to dilute the time and appear in September.

It's going to be the longest summer of his entire disgusting life.