The Twelve Fucks of Christmas: A Wolfstar Story

Dark Star

Remus woke early the next morning feeling surprisingly well-rested. He was glad that he hadn't had too much to drink at the party the night before as the hangover from last year's festivities still haunted him; he had lost count after the sixth drink, vaguely remembered a drunken game of spin the bottle, and playing seven minutes in heaven with Sirius in the cupboard under the stairs. What was undoubtedly a fun night was not worth the sore head and nausea that had assaulted him the next morning.

Remus rolled over and felt the empty space in the bed beside him. As per their routine, Sirius had gotten up first but had mercifully left him to lie in bed — no snow forts or rimjobs at the crack of dawn this morning, although he wouldn't have said no to the latter...

"Morning, Moony," Sirius greeted him brightly. "Breakfast's ready."

"Mmm, you spoil me," he yawned. Glancing up at Sirius, he raised his eyebrows in surprise at the amusing and unexpected sight before him.

"Why are you naked?" he asked curiously. Sirius stood at the side of the bed in nothing but an apron with 'Mr Good Lookin' is Cookin'!' stitched onto the front and a shit-eating grin plastered across his face.

"You say that like it's a bad thing!" he pouted, lowering the tray of food onto Remus' lap. "Besides, the Naked Chef voucher was still in the chequebook and I figured now was as good a time as any to use it."

Remus' eyes trailed hungrily up and down Sirius' lean body. "Oh, I quite agree. New house rule, though — you can only cook in the nude from now on."

"I think I can manage that," Sirius smirked, reclining on the bed next to Remus and snatching a croissant from the tray. "You better eat up before it gets cold."

Remus looked at the contents of the tray and was surprised to see an assortment of pastries, toast and fresh fruit laid out for him.

"Where did you get all of this?" he asked.

"Popped out to the bakers this morning while you were asleep," he explained, taking a sip from the glass of orange juice. "I wanted to treat you to something a bit more appetising than my paltry cooking."

"I like your cooking," Remus protested lightly. Sirius snorted and rolled his eyes.

"There's only so many ways you can cook an egg and toast bread. Here..." he picked up a strawberry and popped it into Remus' open mouth. Remus chewed on the ripe fruit, enjoying the sweet, acidic flavour melting on his tongue. He fleetingly wondered what Sirius would do if he engaged in another food fight but thought better of it.

As they tucked into their breakfast and discussed events from the party, Remus suddenly remembered his conversation with Professor McGonagall. He recounted the details to Sirius, who listened with great interest.

"Yeah, that definitely sounds like a job offer to me," Sirius mumbled through a mouthful of pumpkin pasty. "What's the position?"

"She didn't say," said Remus. "She seemed a bit reluctant to tell me."

"Maybe Snape's chucking the Defence position!" said Sirius hopefully. "I always said you should have gotten the job over him. Maybe Dumbledore's had enough looking at his greasy napper."

"It can't be," Remus argued. "McGonagall said that she'd ask him to make the Wolfsbane Potion for me, so he can't be leaving."

Sirius let out a dry laugh, "As if Snape would ever do that!"

"I did say that to her," Remus paused before asking, "You don't think Reg is leaving, do you?"

Sirius screwed up his face and shook his head. "Nah, I don't think so. Mind you, I haven't spoken to him in a few months, so Merlin knows what's going on with him these days."