Wolfstar: A Marauder True Story

Chapter Seven

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Chapter Seven: Drinking and Thinking

[Remus's POV]

I watched him run through the doors and felt my heart break in two and fall to my feet, breaking more and nestling in my toes. I can't believe I just did that. I should not have done that.

I stood from the couch and ran through the doors after Sirius.

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[Sirius's POV]

Remus pressed his lips to mine, his lips were soft and silky against mine. I jumped from the couch in shock. I was out the door of the Room of Requirement and down the hall, taking a sharp right turn trying to loose Remus, who was on my tail.

My running was swift and agile. My feet hit the ground methodically making soft thumps on the stone floors. I felt the air flow through my pitch-black hair, pushing it behind me, as I was running fairly fast. I knew Remus would get tired after a few minutes of this. I ran and ran and ran.

I ran until my body would let me run no more. And then I ran some more. I ran through halls, down several flights of stairs, through doors, out onto the grounds. I ran and ran around the castle, then ended up resting by the whomping willow. I sat there and relaxed, the tree likes James, what can I say? So it practically lets us do what we want around it.

I sat there and messed with a blade of grass, lost in thought.

What was that kiss about? And why did I like it?

The thought scared me, as well as making my stomach get what girls would call 'butterflies'.

I don't understand this.

All to confusing.

Remus kissed me.

Breathe Sirius.

On the lips.

INHALE, SIRIUS!

In a room with no one around.

IN-FUCKING-HALE, SIRIUS ORION BLACK!

I gasped and sputtered. I forgot to breathe.

How the fuck does that happen?

One second my lungs were filled with oxygen, and I exhaled, pushing carbon dioxide into the air.

 The next there wasn't.

Interesting.

I laid on my back under the tree, looking up through the branches at the night sky. I wish I had a drink.

"Accio firewhiskey." I yawn, waving my wand in the air.

Much to my triumph, five seconds later, a bottle of firewhiskey from my personal storage area, floats toward me. I grab the bottle and take a few swigs.

The liquid goes down my throat and burns all the way down. Scorching my mouth, throat, and anything it comes into contact with whilst travelling to my stomach.

Ahhh. So much better.

I drink and think for a while. Musing the rhyming of drink and think. One could write a song about this.

"Drinking and thinking I lie awake

Lying here by the lake

Drinking and thinking about things I hate