WOLFSTAR (AND HARRY POTTER) STORIES!!!

Wolfstar Smut...Part one. (9 1/3) chapter 9

Summer holidays-

It had been two months since Sirius had seen Remus.

Like they do every year, and like they had been doing for the past six years, summer holidays rolled around the corner fast, and Sirius didn't like it one bit. This was because he would have to go back to his home for the holiday. He wasn't annoyed that he had to see his family or anything; he was planning on hiding in his room all summer anyways.

Sirius was annoyed because he wouldn't be able to see Remus for two months.

The first week at home was fine. Sirius kept his mind busy with his imagination, as he often daydreamed. He used the time he had alone (which was basically every moment of the day) and let his mind run wild.

He came up with new pranks he and James could pull on Snape, he thought about what he could get his friends for Christmas, he thought about plans for Moony's birthday, which was eight months away; anything you could think of, Sirius had already thought of.

So, you could assume that after a few weeks of writing down mindless plans and laying in his bed all day got extremely boring rather quickly.

Three weeks into summer holiday, Sirius laid in his twin bed in the smallest bedroom, which just so happened to be his, at 12 Grimmauld Place. He stared at his ceiling, bored out of his mind as humid air flowed through his small window. Sure, summers in London certainly weren't warm, but they were humid as hell.

Sirius had discarded his shirt a while ago after feeling the fabric chafe against his skin for the sixth time in half a minute. He laid in his boxers, arms sticking to his stomach and forehead aching.

All Sirius really wanted to do was sleep and get rid of his wretched headache, but due to the uncomfortableness of the humidity, he had decided that the task was highly unlikely.

Sirius sighed as he thought about his friends. He really missed them. He counted down the days in his head until he would go back to Hogwarts, and frowned as he passed fifty. Sirius, not knowing what else to do, got up from his bed and sat down at the small desk he had. He searched the drawer for a loose piece of parchment and placed it on the desk. He got his quill and ink ready and just sat in front of the parchment, staring at it blankly.

Sirius had gone through many hobbies since he had been away from Hogwarts. Singing—he found out his voice was pretty horrendous early on, so he dropped that one quickly. Piano—he tried for quite a while to get the transfiguration of a poster into an electric keyboard right, which was something that he knew Muggles used to play music on. Because of the fact that Sirius Black was a clueless pureblood, he couldn't even figure out how to turn the damn thing on.

He went through every possible hobby he could think of, until he got to writing. He didn't know what to write at first, but as he sat one day in front of the parchment, thinking, just like he was doing now, his mind just started whirring. He wrote about everything; anything. But he couldn't think of anything today. It was like he had written about everything. He sighed and suddenly, his family owl dropped off some letters.

He immediately smiled and grabbed them, knowing who they were from, and opened the first one he laid his eyes on.

Padfoot,

Please tell me I'm not the only one bored out of my goddamn mind? I've literally spent countless hours listening to Dad talk about his school days. If I have to hear one more word about him failing an exam he thought he passed, I'm going to rip my ears off my head and personally send them to you to bury.

I bet Moony's doing fine. He's got his books and all. He's probably studying at this exact moment. And Pete's probably hanging out with his mum and loving every second of it. Mum had been trying to learn how to cook without using magic and the kitchen's always a mess. I'm dying here!