Nowhere Boy (Wolfstar)

I'm Not In Love

June, 1975

"You have atrocious taste in music, Moony," mused Sirius.

Remus gave him an incredulous look, "There's nothing wrong with my taste in music! It's still rock music, I thought you of all people would appreciate that."

"Soft rock isn't real rock," insisted Sirius sitting against his bedframe rolling cigarettes on his lap. "The Who is rock. Zeppelin is rock. Pink Floyd is rock. 10cc is hardly comparable."

"I'm not saying that they are," said Remus slipping his new LP into the vinyl player. "But soft rock is still rock in my books. Besides, you said I could play my record if I came back here, so tough if you don't like it – you're listening to my atrocious music regardless."

Sirius rolled his eyes. He had had some trouble coaxing Remus to come back to Grimmauld Place with him – they both knew that his parents would be furious if they found a werewolf of all things lurking about in their beloved hellhole of a home. But Sirius had reassured him that his parents were out for the whole day, and had even promised to let him play his records if he agreed to come by.

Sirius gave a dramatic sigh, "Making my ears bleed merely for the pleasure of your company? Very well, then. Count your blessings I love you dearly."

"That joke only works with James," he grinned placing the needle on the record. After a few moments of crackling the music began to play. Remus stood on the spot bobbing his head awkwardly from side to side, tapping his foot along with the music. Sirius smiled fondly at his friend's uncoordinated dancing.

"You'll be putting Pan's People out of a job with dance moves like that," he teased.

Remus' grin widened and he shook his hips, "I've definitely got the legs for it."

"Not too bad in a pair of heels either, I bet," laughed Sirius.

Remus smiled and rubbed the side of his face thoughtfully, "Don't think the sideburns will go down too well, mind."

"I suppose you're right," sighed Sirius, running his hands through his shoulder-length, black hair. "But with your legs and my looks, we'd be unstoppable."

"Always so humble, Padfoot," laughed Remus, flopping down onto the bed next to him. He watched silently as Sirius rolled the cigarette paper between his middle fingers and thumbs and felt a flutter in his stomach when the tip of Sirius' pink tongue ran along the edge of the paper to seal it.

"So how come James and Peter haven't graced us with their presence today?" he asked, staring fixedly at his toes instead of Sirius' tongue and lips.

Sirius shrugged, "Wormtail's working and Prongs is out with Evans today."

Remus groaned and rubbed his face exasperatedly, "Again? Ever since they two hooked up we've hardly seen hide nor hair of him."

"Don't even get me started," grumbled Sirius. "If he's not in her company he never shuts up about her – 'Evans this and Evans that'. Yes, I'm sure that's all fascinating Prongs when you're the one that's shagging her. Like I give a shit."

Remus laughed, "Yes, he does seem rather besotted by this one. I'd convinced myself that it was the chase he enjoyed more than the girl – I thought once he'd won her affections he'd grow bored of her and dump her like the others."

"I thought the same," agreed Sirius. "But this one...it's been over a month now and he still seems quite keen on her. It's worrying me."

Remus frowned, "Worried? Why?"

"Because it means he's serious about her, Moony!" cried Sirius with a look of disgust, eyes still focused on rolling his cigarettes. "He's already ditching us to go on dates with her, what's it going to be like when we get back to school? First he'll start ditching our little nightly excursions around the castle. Then he'll join study groups with her. And then," he balked. "He'll start telling us we should study too!"