The full moon came all too soon and with it came an edginess that made Remus much less tolerant and easy going than usual. The others knew to stay out of his way during this time and had learnt from bitter experience to not plan any pranks. 'Remus the Prefect' took over 'Remus the Marauder'’s body just before the moon and house points were often snatched away before any one of them could try and talk him around to their way of thinking.
What Remus had never told anyone about this time of the month was that he was not only incredibly irritable and snappy, but he was also impossibly horny. It wasn’t usually something that came up in conversation - except for that one night when Remus admitted to Sirius that he was a little rougher around that time.
It wasn’t that big of a problem most months. His friends were overprotective around this phase of the moon’s cycle (sometimes ridiculously so), and any interested girls were summarily shooed away with a firm ‘he’s not well’ offered as an excuse. He'd never had a chance to get close enough to one to get overly randy in inappropriate places.
But today - the day of the full moon - he found himself squirming uncomfortably in History of Magic as blood pumped fast through his body, pooling heatedly in his groin. The heightened arousal was caused not by any of the numerous sweetly scented girls scattered around the room, but, infuriatingly, by the smell of hair product and sweat that was wafting across the aisle to him.
A smell that was emanating from his best friend.
This is bloody ridiculous. Why all of a sudden, am I hot for Sirius?
It was that kiss, that bloody kiss that was ruining his life. He glanced at his watch, groaning softly when he realised there were still ten minutes left in the lesson; ten minutes until he could slip into the boy‘s toilets and quickly and, hopefully, quietly take care of his problem.
Sirius, sitting across the narrow aisle, looked at him in concern when he heard the soft groan of frustration and Remus smiled at him reassuringly. The ebony-haired boy turned back to his notes as Binns droned on at the front of the class. Remus shifted again, aware of the tightness of his pants and thanking Merlin for the billowing fabric of his robes.
There was a soft thud and he looked down to see that a piece of tightly folded parchment had landed on his notes. Remus quickly put his hand over it and glanced around. He wasn’t concerned that Binns would notice - the man was so oblivious that he wouldn’t notice if everyone stripped and started shagging on the floor in front of him in a mass orgy - but Peter, who was sitting next to Remus in a drooling stupor would perk up if he saw his friends passing notes and want to read it with him.
He dropped his hands, now concealing the note, into his overheated lap and opened it carefully.
Moony.
You look like shit. Are you worse than usual? What’s all the groaning about? You hurting?
Padfoot.
Remus felt the corner of his mouth curl up in a smile and fought to keep the broad grin down. Of course Sirius was concerned about him - he was a friend.
That’s all.
Just a good friend.
He grabbed his quill and scribbled a note back.
Padfoot.
Thank you. I’m always interested in updates on my appearance.
You’ll be pleased to know that not only do I look like shit but I also feel like shit. But no…it’s no worse than usual.
Moony.
He was tempted to add ‘unless you count suddenly wanting to grab your best friend and shag him into next week as worse than usual’ but figured that might freak Sirius out a little.
Or turn him on. He did kiss you back...
Irritated with the path his mind was taking, he glanced about quickly then tossed the note back across the aisle. Sirius closed his hand around it and opened it quickly.
