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206. Five Times

A long ass fic for valentines day!! Oh I drew the cover yeee

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Here are the 5 times Remus thought he's going to combust. Because, apparantly, his little crush is getting out of hand.

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"Sirius wake up." 5th year Remus whispers, nudging the boy's side softly.

Sirius grumbled, hiding his face in his folded arms. "Flitwick's not even in class. let me rest my eyes."

Remus knows where "rest my eyes" will land them. Probably another 4 hours of polishing the trophies. By then, he'd memorize every Quidditch captain from McGonagall's time.

"C'mon Pads, just do the work then you can sleep."

Sirius slowly turns his head. Remus blinks, mouth opened slightly. Since when did Sirius get so cute ? His cheek smushed against his arm while his eyes glared, albeit tiredly, at Remus.

"You really won't let me sleep, would you ?"

Remus shakes his head apologetically. Sirius'll thank him later for saving his academic life.

"Fine." Sirius huffs.

He picks his quill up and scribbles his answers without lifting his head one inch. Remus watches him subtly, fond smile plastered on his lips.

The werewolf returns to his own parchment. Somewhere, half way through, he notices the quill on the table next to him has stopped moving. Though it stayed upright in Sirius' hand, the owner was fast asleep.

"Oh Sirius.." He sighs.

To avoid a spill, Remus takes the quill and lays it by the ink bottle. Then he pulls the parchment from under Sirius' arm, hoping he could keep it from crumpling or worse, tearing.

Because he's a good friend, wink wink, he checks Sirius' answers and Merlin blessed them that day because he made it to the second last question. Remus contemplates his choices.

Write down the last answer or wake Sirius up and make him finish the deed ? He looks at the sleeping figure. His face so peaceful. No worry or fear like the face Remus knows in the dead of night. No smug smirk or a grin. He looks like a baby.

Remus sighs again. Fine.

He picks his quill and writes the last answer down. Their handwritings were different but with hardwork, and a sprinkle of magic, Remus made it look convincing.

"Oh Moony." James' voice coos from behind him.

"Not a word Potter."

James chuckles. "I guess I'm not the only hopeless romantic in this group."

Maybe not, Remus looks at Sirius again. Maybe not, Remus thinks. His heart knows

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"No, no, the wand went up his nose and swirled inside like a plunger !" James laughed.

Peter wipes a tear. "Who knew Frank had it in him to duel like that ?!"

Remus grins at the secret duel between the Slytherins and Gryffindors that day. A band of 6 boys fought fair and square with the other. Though for a bunch of 5th years, there weren't much technique. Just what is fast and smart.

As much as he doesn't get involved in their "war", it's good for target practice. Or so he tries to convince himself. Maybe he doesn't want his friends, or a certain someone, getting in trouble.. again... for the 5th time this month.

Sirius plops down next to him, smelling like the shared bottle of soap they had. He looks refreshed, probably feeling great after accomplising a difficult hex he learned.