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198. Foggy Windows

The F in February stands for Fucking. And that is what they're doing this chapter ^_^

Guten appetit !
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Sirius' eyes the girls and guys hovering around Remus likes bees. His grip around the beer bottle's neck getting increasingly tighter. He's imagining what he'd like to do if any of them tried anything.

Fuck. Remus is his enemy. Why is he getting worked up over him getting some on graduation night ?

"You're always the witty one Lupin." A girl laughs, taking Remus' tie in her hand.

The boy sits on the couch's back rest, right next to Remus' head. His fingers go to stroke his hair and whisper drunken flirts to his ear.

Remus doesn't pay them attention. He drinks and talks to the circle. Sometimes he scoots away from the bees swarming around him.

The Black's line of view is cut by the people filling the dance floor. Hopefully the pesky flies followed the others and danced along. It's their final night in university afterall, bound to make it interesting.

Remus sips on his mix, a little bit of gin and a dash of tonic. His tie and first top buttons are undone from earlier. Rare, scarred forearms shown off for the whole house to see with its sleeves rolled up.

He breathes a relief when the juniors a year or two younger than him finally slips away in the crowd. They've been fishing for secrets and maybe a fuck or two.

Remus declines them kindly. Whispering a "You're too young" and a "You're drunk, you'll regret it." As much as he disregards the rules, there are some lines that should never be crossed.

Especially when his heart is not with the swarm of ruby lips and flirty winks. There's only one man in his heart. Though it's springkled with a little hate.

He smiles fondly as Sirius twirls Marlene and Dorcas at the same time. The girlfriends laugh their heads off when Sirius, ever the entertainer, throws a shot glass to the ceiling before catching it in his mouth with all its contents unspoiled. What a tosser.

Meanwhile Remus thought he'd escaped the swarm. Unfortunately, that's a false. Because as soon as the song ends, they return to their posts by Remus' sides on the couch. He'd look like an ancient emperor with his harem. His insides cringe.

Sirius takes one tough swig. His head is a little foggy but it's still there. It's still telling him to go to Remus and show the bloody flies who the honey belongs to. That's right, Remus is HIS enemy not some random girl's.

He pulls his ebony hair in the signature pen-bun. A hairstyle he mastered specifically for it's theatrical features. Slowly, making a show, Sirius saunters over to Remus.

Not once that night has Remus smiled at anyone else. He sees his boy approaching and a smirk is toying on his lips. There he is, his lovely star.

"Someone's sitting alone."

Sirius' right knee goes to rest by Remus' thigh. His hands tug on his tie like what the girl tried doing earlier. The same movement yet a huge difference. Remus cracks a smile when Sirius does it.

"Finally admitting you like me Black ?" Remus says to Sirius' ear.

Sirius' hands pin his shoulders to the back, making Remus look straight at him. "I'm saving your sorry ass from getting eaten by hyenas."

The boys big palms cup Sirius' alcohol licked cheeks. "We both know you're just saying that."

"I still fucking hate you," Sirius sets his left knee on the couch and now he's straddling the other. "Now, you owe me one for shooing the flies away."