Harry Potter Headcanons

One Shot III ~ Wolfstar's First Date

Sirius fidgeted with his hands and hair as he sat anxiously at the small table in the Three Broomsticks. Fresh snow lay on the ground, although 'fresh' wasn't really the right word, since within seconds it had been stepped on by the many students of Hogwarts. Sirius still had his coat on and was still trying to warm up as he waited for Remus to come back with two steaming cups of butter-beer.

Remus finally returned to the table that was tucked back in the restaurant with his Sirius' butter-beer. There was a window that was right next to them, with a picturesque view of Hogsmeade. Once Remus set the drinks down, Sirius took his and took a sip before jerking the cup away and...well, "quietly screaming" would be a dramatic understatement, but he didn't exactly break the sound barrier with the long string of profanities that came firing out of his mouth cursing the butter-beer.

"GOD DAMNED CUP OF ACTUAL LITERAL FUCKING HELL! MERLIN'S FUCKING BEARD THAT IS ONE CUP OF HOT SHIT!"

Remus was torn between slapping Sirius and laughing at him.

"Padfoot, please, calm down. You're fine." Remus couldn't help but laugh a little.

"Moony, I have tasted the fires of the damned."

"Please calm down, Sirius. Let me fetch you some water."

"Naturally, your first instinct is to fetch me something."

"Said the person who's actually a dog," Remus chuckled as he walked away and got some water from the bar.

What a great fucking way to start your first date with Remus fucking Lupin, Sirius. Great job. Sirius thought to himself while he took his spoon and stirred his butter-beer. As he glanced out the window, he had to do a double take.

He thought he saw two figures—who looked strikingly like James and Peter—sprint out of sight.

Those two idiots better not be creeping on Moony and I, Sirius thought, but he still chuckled, because it was exactly the kind of thing James and Peter would do.

Remus returned with a large cup of ice-cold water, and Sirius greedily chugged down half of it in one gulp.

"Be careful, you might freeze your tongue," Remus warned jokingly.

Sirius rolled his eyes, but he couldn't help but grin.

Sirius and Remus sat across from each other, and since the table was so small, they were rather close. Both guys had mostly perfect views of the other's eyes.

Remus gazed into Sirius' iridescent green eyes and his heart couldn't help but flutter and jump around.

"Are you enjoying the date, Sirius?" Remus asked, taking a cautious sip of his butter-beer.

"Well, aside from the fact that I'm pretty sure my tongue will never taste again, I'd say this date is going simply swell."

Remus laughed, and Sirius' heart jumped at the sound of it.

"What would you like to get, Moony? My treat." Sirius offers as he felt around for the bag of coins he always kept handy.

"Sirius, I asked you out, shouldn't I be the one paying?" Remus asked.

"Nah, you don't have to. I mean, you're more than welcome to, but if you don't want to, that's totally fine." Sirius blushed.

Remus placed his hand on top of Sirius' and held it.

"How about we order before we worry about stuff like that, okay?"

"Okay." Sirius replied, showing a small smile and squeezing Remus' hand.