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letmewritefanfiction · 5 years

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Crush Ahoy

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Word count: 1390

Warnings: Swearing

Summary: Steve had hoped Y/N would be staying in Indianapolis with her mom the entire summer break. As luck would have it, she did not, and Steve is now faced with the embarrassing reality that Y/N L/N will see him in a sailor uniform, scooping ice cream for little children.

Not beta’d. At all.

Not my gif.

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Steve Harrington used to be cool. Actually, he used to be the coolest person at Hawkins High. But that was before he dated Nancy Wheeler (and she broke up with him), before he saved the world from monsters from other dimensions (not that anyone knew that), before he befriended a group of 14-year-old kids (just a happy little accident), and long before he began working at Scoops Ahoy serving ice cream to bratty kids. But Steve was still like most teenagers. He was grumpy, tired and had a massive crush on Y/N L/N, the girl who lived with her dad just down the street from him.

It was late June, and Steve hadn’t seen Y/N in nearly a month. The reason was because she had gone to visit her mother who lived in Indianapolis. At first, Steve had been disappointed. He wouldn’t see her for a whole of two months. But when he had gotten his job at Scoops Ahoy, he had been relieved she was gone. There was no way Y/N would ever fall for him if she saw him in his stupid uniform doing his stupid job of scooping stupid ice cream.

In fact, Steve was standing behind the counter, scooping up a large scoop of bubble gum ice cream for another annoying child, when he saw something on the other side of the food court.

“What the hell?” He whispered, squinting. It almost looked like- but that wasn’t possible! Next to him, Robin, Steve’s co-worker, cleared her throat to get his attention.

“Steve, the ice cream?” She said in a voice that told him she was just so done with this shit. Steve nodded quickly, and handed her the ice cream which she then handed to the kid who had ordered it. In the two seconds Steve had taken to give over the ice cream, he had nearly forgotten the thing he had seen. But when his eyes once again travelled around the food court, he saw it again. This time it was no mistake. It really was Y/N, and she was coming towards Scoops Ahoy.

“Shit!” Steve muttered loudly, and slid down onto the floor. Or more like fell ungracefully in true Steve Harrington style.

“Eh, dingus, what the fuck?” Robin asked, looking down at him with a raised eyebrow.

“No! Don’t talk to me I’m not here, shit.” Steve rambled. He rubbed a hand over his face, and avoided to meet Robin’s eyes. The girl rolled her eyes, before looking back over the counter, a fake smile plastered over her lips.

“Hi, welcome to Scoops Ahoy, what can I get you?” She asked in a very fake cheery voice. The person on the other side took their time to decided.

“I’ll have one scoop of mint chocolate chip in a cup, please.” A very familiar voice said, and Steve wanted to melt into the floor. Perhaps Y/N hadn’t seen him?

“Also,” Y/N’s voice continued. “Could you tell Steve I already know he’s here?”

Robin chuckled as Steve struggled to get up. It wasn’t very graceful or majestic, and he nearly slipped down again and had to use his hands to not fall over. Once he was properly up, he leaned against the counter, but it happened to be just in the basket full of plastic spoons. The spoons slid underneath his hand, and fell all over the floor.

“Shit!” Steve shouted, before straightening out. “Hi, Y/N! Didn’t see you there. I was just looking for my, um- my scooper. I dropped it, yes. Dropped it. Um- sorry, I thought you were supposed to be in Indianapolis with your mom?”

The amount of unimpressedness in Robin’s eyes made Steve want to puke, he used to be so smooth! The smoothest in fact. And here he was, a blubbering, stuttering mess who couldn’t form proper sentences. It was straight down embarrassing. But Y/N still smiled a little. Steve smiled crookedly and nervously back at her, his eyes shifting between Robin and Y/N trying to understand what to do in this situation. The silence was awkward. Y/N bit her lip, before blowing out all the air she was holding in.

“So,” she said, “I really like the uniform.”

Steve’s eyes widened.

“Oh, this, yeah- it’s, it’s very, you know. Uniformy. Look, ha-ha I’m a sailor, even has a hat and stuff,” he rambled. Robin slowly backed away, over to the freezer. But Y/N chuckled.

“You wanna try that again?” She asked in a kind voice, looking at Steve through her eye lashes. The boy took a deep breath and nodded.

“Yes, please. Yes, I would really like that,” he chuckled too. Y/N blushed, and looked down with a smile. Steve grinned back, and the two got eye contact. Suddenly, a hand came in between them, slapping a cup of mint chocolate chip ice cream onto the counter with a loud clash.

“Here’s your ice cream, there’s your dingus, thanks for shopping at Scoops Ahoy,” Robin said sarcastically, and sent Y/N a tight smile. Then she disappeared into the back room. Both Steve and Y/N watched her go. After watching the closed door for a few seconds, Steve turned back to Y/N.

“So, you’re home early,” He stated, pushing his hat a little further back on his head. Y/N nodded.

“Um, yeah. Couldn’t handle my mom anymore, she just gets on my nerves you know,”

“Yeah, totally- totally get that. I mean I just work here cause my dad forced me to, which is complete and utter bullshit!” Steve said, as Y/N took a bite of her ice cream.

“Yeah, about that. I must say, this job suits you very well,” Y/N said, a teasing tone in her voice. Steve groaned and rolled his eyes.

“Thanks, dude. Thanks a lot,” He said sarcastically. Y/N laughed. Her laugh made Steve blush. It was just so perfect. Y/N was perfect.

“Y/N,” Steve began. “I really didn’t want to see you for another month.”

Y/N smile fell, and her body sort of froze. All Steve could think was shit. Shit, shit, shit.

“NO!” He nearly screamed into Y/N disappointed face. He wanted her smile back. Her really pretty smile. “That came out all wrong. Y/N I’m sorry, just let me-”

“It’s okay Steve. You don’t have to explain. I’ll just go,” Y/N said, grabbing her ice cream cup, and turning around. But Steve wasn’t about to let her slip away. In the most movie type of way, he jumped over the counter, and ran after Y/N.

“Y/N, Y/N!” He said, and stopped right in front of her in the door to Scoops. “I didn’t mean it like that! The reason why I didn’t want to see you was because I didn’t want you to see me. Not in this stupid uniform. At this job, which I have because I couldn’t get into college. I am ashamed. Because you’re totally perfect and super smart and I really like you and I’m not good at anything.”

Steve looked down at his shoes, not daring to meet Y/N’s eye out of fear she would laugh at him. Suddenly, he felt a hand on his arm. Slowly he looked up at Y/N. He was shocked to find a kind, warm smile on her lips, and her eyes shining brightly.

“Steve, you have nothing to be ashamed of. I really like you too,” and then, she pressed a quick kiss to his lips. Steve was to shocked to respond before the whole thing was over. Y/N smiled. “Let’s go see a movie tonight, okay? I’ll meet you here after your shift.”

All Steve could do was nod, and then watch as Y/N smiled brightly, and walked out of the store. Had all that really just happened? Steve followed Y/N with his eyes until she disappeared out the door. When he turned back towards the counter of Scoops, he was surprised to see Robin leaned against it. She wore a smirk, and in her hands was her You Suck/ You rule board. And to Steve’s even bigger surprise, Robin took the lid of her marker, and made one single line down the You rule side. He still had five lines on the you suck side, but this was progress. And this progress had gotten him a date with Y/N. Maybe this job wasn’t so bad after all?

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letmewritefanfiction · 5 years

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The Oscar for prettiest girlfriend goes to…

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Reader

Word count: 1891

Summary: You and Ben have been dating in secret for months. But now you’re up for an Oscar, and maybe it’s time to tell the world?

Warnings: none really? Ben Hardy being a cutie maybe. And this is not beta’d.

You took one last look at yourself in the full-length mirror in your hotel room. You tried your best to smile at your reflection, but your stomach was to full of nerves. This was your first time at the Oscars, and you were actually nominated for best actress in a supporting role! It was a huge deal, and you had to look your best. The dress you were wearing was both bigger and heavier than you were. It was deep red, a colour you had never thought you suited until your stylist had forced you to try the dress on. Now, you kind of never wanted to take it off. You felt like a princess.

“Y/N? We have to go!” the voice of your manager, Charlotte, called through the door.

“Coming!” you called back, and walked to the door as quickly as you could in you sky high heels and gigantic skirt. The dress was floor length, even in your heels, with red lace covering the whole thing. The bodice was tight fit, off the shoulders, and the skirts busted out from a little above your hips. It was so stunning you didn’t want to sit down or do anything in fear of ruining it. A long with your manager and your body guard, Simon, you made your way out of the hotel, towards the limo.

“Y/N L/N! I thought that was you!” you looked to you left, and saw Olivia Coleman walking towards another car.

“Olivia!” You smiled, and embraced your fellow actress.

“You look, wow! I love what you have done with your hair!” Olivia said. You blushed and thanked her. You were eternally grateful for your make-up artist, Sam. The two of you had been friends since 2011, when Sam first did your make-up in your first movie. Now, Sam had styled your Y/H/C hair in the perfect style that matched your dress perfectly. Sam was truly a gem.

“Good luck tonight!” You said to Olivia, as the two of you were ushered into different limos. You enjoyed the drive to the award show. You had a class of champagne with your staff, and went over what you would say in your acceptance speech, if you won. You pulled up to the red carpet, and gratefully accepted the hand of your bodyguard to get out of the car. Charlotte quickly made sure your dress was trailing out behind you in the right way, before nodding to you.

“Remember, talk to as many people as possible. And smile, smile, smile, dear. I’ll be there to move you forward. Always smile. Cameras everywhere. And just remember to keep a good posture, so your dress looks it’s best. You look stunning. Now, walk,” Charlotte instructed, before gently pushing you towards the beginning of the carpet.

There were flashing lights and cameras everywhere. People were shouting to you from all over. For every few steps, a few more before you posed, and smiled, and smiled, and smiled. Your cheeks were hurting, but you felt gorgeous anyway. As you walked, you greeted a few fellow actors and actresses on the way. You even got a hug from Chris Evans.

“I can die happy now,” you whispered to Charlotte, who rolled her eyes, but still smiled at you.

“Y/N!” an interviewer called out, waving you over. It felt like interview number one million, though it was probably only number seven.

“Hello,” you said with a huge smile to interviewer. The man grinned back.

“Hi, yourself. First of all, you look stunning!” he began.

“Oh, thank you! I love your suit as well,” you said back, and it wasn’t really a lie. It was a nice, black velvet suit. A little excessive for a interviewer, but you do you.

“So, Y/N, Y/N, Y/N. Hollywood’s new favourite girl. I must ask, how does it feel to go from (Hometown) in (home country), to the biggest award show in the world?”

“I-I’m not sure,” you laughed. The interviewer joined. “I suppose it is this constant feeling of this all being a dream, and that I’ll just wake up one day, and be back in my bed at home. It’s-it’s a very surreal feeling to be here, for sure,”

“Yes, I can see that. Now, I must ask you, though I’m sure you’ve been asked this many times before. But how was it for you, to play a lesbian, and to also play the daughter of such an amazing actor as-“ suddenly something caught your eye, and your attention was quickly diverted away from the interviewer, who kept talking about your on-screen father. Walking down the carpet, being taken photos of, were the stars of Bohemian Rhapsody. Joe Mazzello, Gwilym Lee, Allen Leech, and last but not least, Ben Hardy. Aka, your boyfriend of four months. Not that anyone knew that, except for a few of your closest friends and family.

“Sorry, I just have to go really quick. I’ll be right back,” you said, cutting of the interviewer mid-sentence. Before Charlotte could ask what you were doing, you had set of power-walking down the carpet as quickly as possible. You moved around another actress you vaguely recognized, before coming face to face with Ben. At first it didn’t seem like he realized it was you. Then, his face brightened up in a massive grin.

“Y/N!” Ben said, before putting his arms around your waist, and picking you up. You laughed as you hugged him, and spun half a circle around. Ben put you down again, and you couldn’t help but beam at him.

“You look stunning,” he said with a smile, not loud enough to be heard by any of the interviewer now shouting questions as you. Suddenly remembering that you weren’t alone, you let go of Ben, and took a few steps back.

“Not so bad yourself,” you said with a kind smile, though you could see the slight hurt from when you pulled away. You mouthed sorry to him, just as Joe, Allen and Gwilym caught up with you.

“Y/N! Hi, wow!” Joe said, smiling at you, before giving you a hug.

“Joe, hi!” you answered, before moving on to hug the others to. You had met the boys some six months ago, when their press tour for Bohemian Rhapsody, and the press tour for your movie, had been in the same place at the same time. You and Ben had hit it of immediately, but that didn’t mean you weren’t friends with the other to.

“Y/N,” you looked over at Charlotte, you gently tapped the watch on her wrist. You nodded.

“I need to go. See you in there! Good luck!” You said, smiling at them. Ben caught your eyes, and smiled sadly, before you turned and walked away. Not exactly the time for feelings.

You were sat with your co-stars, your director and a few others who were related to your movie. They had just finished calling out the names of all the nominees for your category, best actress in a supporting role.

“And the winner is…” You held your breath. This was it. You looked up at the host. He opened his mouth, “Y/N L/N, for We will meet again!”

You froze for a second. Then your co-star, Aiden Turner pulled you out of you chair, and hugged you.

“Amazing!” the Irish man said with a grin, as you let go to hug others. Your brain was trying to process it all. You had won! Once the hugs were done, you were lead onto the stage. On the way, you passed Ben, who sent you the biggest smile, and applauded along with everyone else. You accepted the little statue, and turned to the mic.

“Wow, I cannot believe this is real,” you began, before pouring your heart into your well-practiced speech. Afterwards, you were lead into a room to take pictures and answer questions. It was all quite surreal. But here you were. It had happened, this was real.

Everything after that passed super quickly. You were thrilled when Rami won best actor, and when Olivia won best actress. After the show, you left, taking the limo back to the hotel. As soon as you unlocked your door, a pair of hands grabbed yours, and pulled you inside. Before you could say anything, a pair of lips met your own.

“Hey, you,” you said with a smile as you pulled away from Ben.

“Hey, princess,” he grinned before kissing you again. You laughed against his lips. God, you had missed him by your side tonight. And you told him that.

“We could just go public, you know,” he said, looking at you. But you shook your head.

“You know how I feel about having everyone all up in our business,” you said, and he nodded.

“I know, babe. But, I think it’s my business to get you out of this dress. It’s far too much fabric,” he told you with a large grin. You shook your head and laughed, but there were no protests when he began pulling at the zipper on the back. Instead you began unbuttoning his shirt, not really caring that you should be changing for the after party.

The next day the two of you spent in bed. There was no need to get up, so why bother? Ben was tracing figures into the back of your thigh, as you were scrolling through twitter.

“People won’t shut up about Lady Gaga and Bradley Coopers performance last night,” you said to Ben, who nuzzled your cheek.

“There was a lot of chemistry there though,” he said, and you nodded.

“Yeah, poor Irina,” you said and he laughed. You read on, “Oh! Listen here. Y’all keep talking about Lady Gaga an B Cooper, but did anyone see Ben Hardy and Y/N L/N? And another, Ben Hardy lifting up Y/N L/N and spinning her vs Lady Gaga staring into B Coopers eyes. We really supposed to think none of them are dating, yeah right.”

“What about us?” Ben asked, and you could hear the smile in his voice. You clicked on the hashtag for your own name. There were a lot of people congratulating you on your victory, but also some saying you had robbed others.

“This one, hear. Y/N L/N really out here living everyone’s dream, hugging Ben Hardy. Oh, and more. Y/N L/N is the most relatable celebrity, because I to would run up and hug Ben Hardy if I ever saw him,” you loved reading these things out loud. It made you feel good to know that people thought this about you and your boyfriend.

“Haha, listen to this one.” You continued. “Y/N L/N just up and left her interview to hug Ben Hardy and that is such a mood, you have no idea. And, this is my favourite. Everyone saying Y/N L/N is so luck for hugging Ben Hardy? Bitch, please, Ben is lucky to even touch our queen Y/N!” You laughed, and Ben joined you.

“I am luck, aren’t I? Also, people are so weird,” he whispered, and you turned your head to look at him.

“Yeah, they are. But you’re not,” you said, and smiled as he kissed your lips softly.

“I love you,” he whispered against your lips. “I’m dating an Oscar winner, amazing!”

You laughed sarcastically.

“I love you to, dork.”

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letmewritefanfiction · 6 years

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A Hairy Situation

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Sirius Black

Word Count: 1930 words

Summary: Remus changes his style. Sirius has a crush. James knows what’s up, and Peter is trying his best.

Warning: Not sure there is anything.

The 1970’s. A time of love and hate and cold wars and music. A time where fashion was questionable, and the teenagers rebellious. And all of these things fitted the seventeen-year-old Sirius Black perfectly. He loved attention and never got bored of a good prank. He probably had more detentions on his record than anyone else in his year, but he didn’t mind. At the time, in the year 1977, Sirius Black’s life changed forever. Because here he was, on the first day of his seventh year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, sitting cross-legged in his dorm bed, staring wide eyes at his friend Remus.

“Mate, you can’t be serious!” James Potter exclaimed, sitting in the bed across from Sirius’s, looking just as shocked. Remus swallowed, and shrugged. “I want to. I’m sick of looking like this. I have looked like this since first year. But my mum would never let me do it, so I had to wait until I got here.” James shook his head.

“Maybe there’s a reason she won’t let you do it?” Sirius suggested, not entirely convinced of his friend’s idea. The last boy in the room, Peter, nodded in agreement. Remus raised an eyebrow at Sirius. “Are you, Mr I’m never Sirius, love rebelling, Black, telling me what I should do?” Sirius shrugged. He tried to look Remus right in the eyes, but failed, and looked away.

Ever since the last few weeks before the summer, when the group had gone bathing in the lake, Sirius hadn’t been able to look directly at Remus. Something had changed that day, seeing Remus in only his underpants, covered in scars, but still toned and muscular. Most would probably say that Sirius had a crush, but that wouldn’t be possible, as Remus was his best mate, right? No, Sirius had come to the term that his brain was just a little wonky. A little cough from Peter brought Sirius back to the real world. He could see Remus looking confused at him, and a smirking James behind Remus. Sirius shook his head, feeling some of his hair fall out the messy bun he had made in his neck.

“You done staring?” The slightly irritated Remus asked in an annoyed tone. Sirius blinked. “Sorry, I was just imagining how it would look. Are you really sure?” He stuttered out.

The room was quiet. Remus rolled his caramel coloured eyes. “If none of you dimwits are helping, I’m doing it myself.” Then Remus turned on his lanky legs and stalked into the bathroom. With a groan, James rolled of his bed. “If he’s insisting, I might just make sure he doesn’t cut himself in the process.” Then he followed the wolf boy into the bathroom.

Ten minutes passed. Then James came back from the bathroom. “Well?” Peter whispered. James shrugged. “Could be worse.” Sirius looked up from the magazine he was reading. Just then, Remus came out of the bathroom.

Sirius felt his face go slack. Ever since Sirius had first meet Remus on the train their first year, he had had the same exact haircut. A mop of dirty blond hair, in a half long curly mess flying around his head. But the Remus standing in front of Sirius right now, did not have that hairstyle. The guy who had just come out of the bathroom actually looked like he had style. Remus’s head was shaved except on the top, where his curls still hung loosely and messily down in his forehead. The person in front of them was radiating confidence and a still coolness. Sirius was sure he had never met this person before. Until he smiled. And then suddenly this cool, strange person in front of them turned into the same goofy boy they had known for six years.

“Fuck.” Sirius muttered, as he once again found himself staring at Remus. Sirius officially had a crush.

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Usually, Sirius was a very forward guy, who didn’t care what people thought of him. But for the past week, Sirius had somehow lost all his cool. Every time he spotted Remus, Sirius became a stuttering mess that didn’t know what to do with his body. And after his sudden change in style, more girls were noticing how good-looking Remus actually was. It wasn’t that he hadn’t been considered handsome before, but the hair had shaped his face in an awkward way that concealed his best features. Now, with his mostly short hair, people were noticing features about Remus no one had known had existed. For his thick eyebrows, to his sharp jawline and his high cheekbones. And Sirius kind of wished he was the only one who could see it.

“Sirius? Siri? Pads, Paddy, Padfoot?” Sirius pulled himself out of his trance. “Huh?” He said dazed, and turned his attention from where Remus was standing by the door to the Greathall, talking to a Ravenclaw girl from their Herbology class, and over to James who was talking.

James sighed. “You could just ask him out.” The bespectacled boy said, annoyed with his friend. “Excuse me? Ask, ask Moony out? Haha, now you’re just joking. I’m not gay.” Sirius freaked out a little panicked.

To stop himself from spewing more words, he quickly showed some cereal into his mouth. James rolled his eyes as he took a bite of his croissant. Just then, Remus leaned in and gave the Ravenclaw a short hug. “Okay, maybe I’m a little gay, and very irritated. But I’m not asking him out. Nope.” Sirius rambled. “Suit yourself.” James shrugged.

Remus was grinning when he sat down across from his friends by the Gryffindor table. “This new haircut is everything! Margarethe Dorian just asked if I wanted to go to Hogsmead with her on Saturday. I have a date with Margarethe Dorian!” The smile on Remus face faltered a little when he saw his friends faces.

None of them were meeting his eyes. Peter had suddenly become very interested in the conversation between Marlene McKinnon and Dorcas Meadow who were sat next to him, and James had diverted his full attention to trying to see if he could fit a whole croissant into his mouth at once. Remus sent the two strange looks, before turning to say something to Sirius. But there to he found a wall. Sirius had his long hair covering his face, nearly hitting the milk in his cereal bowl.

“Guys?” Remus asked the three. James chewed slowly. “Aren’t you happy for me? I have never been asked out before!” Sirius slowly looked up at Remus from between the long, black lock of hair.

He looked like he wanted to say something. But what he said wasn’t what Remus expected. “I can’t.” Sirius whispered, then he practically ran from the hall. James swallowed the last piece of croissant.

“Peter.” He said, and grabbed the back of the smaller boy’s robe. A stumbling Peter got to his feet along with the more graceful James. Then the two followed Sirius out.

“Um, guys?” Remus called confused after them as he was left by himself at the table. “What the hell?” He thought out loud. Was it something he had done?

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For the next two days, Sirius didn’t talk to Remus at all. Which was hard. Very hard. On Sirius’s request, Peter and James made it their mission to make sure that Sirius and Remus were never left alone together. But the last class of their Friday posed some problems in that area. Sirius and Remus were the only ones from the group that had alchemy, and James and Peter were forced to part ways with them. As Sirius shuffled his way up the stairs beside Remus, he actually contemplated skipping the whole class. Remus wasn’t saying anything, which relieved Sirius a little. Maybe he could sit with Charles from Hufflepuff during the class. Charles was nice. Just as Sirius thought that, he felt something grab onto his arm, and pull him in behind a statue.

Behind the statue was a secret corridor. Not secret for Sirius and his friends, but secret for most of the other students on Hogwarts. It was obviously Remus who had pulled Sirius in there.

“Mate, we’ll be late.” The black-haired boy said, and tried to get back into the main corridor. “Screw that.” Remus growled. “Why won’t you talk to me? Hell, you won’t even be close to me. What have I done?” Remus continued in a softer tone.

Sirius shook his head, causing some of his hair to fall out of the ponytail he had made. Almost subconsciously, Remus reached out a hand to pull the hair from Sirius eye. “Stop!” Sirius suddenly shouted. Remus drew his hand back like he had been burned. “I’m sorry. I didn’t. I just wanted to.” Remus stuttered. “Just don’t Remus. I can’t deal with this.”

If Remus had ever been confused before, it was nothing compared to what he was seeing now. Sirius, his best friend for six years, was standing before him, tears in his eyes and fists balled up. “Sirius?” Remus asked again, “Can’t deal with what?”

Sirius swallowed. “You. I can’t deal with you. You and that Ravenclaw girl.” Remus wrinkled his brows. “Margarethe? What does she have to do with anything?”

Sirius shook his head, making more hair come loose. “Doesn’t matter. Let’s go.” Sirius said while making his way past Remus. “No. Tell me.” Remus said, and grabbed Sirius’s hand, pulling him back to himself.

“You want me to tell you? Want me to tell you why? Fine! I’ll damn well tell you why! I like you Remus. Like, like you. And I hate it, because you don’t like me back. And now you have that date with pretty Margarethe from Ravenclaw, and that fucking hurts. So much.” Then Sirius tore his arm out of Remus’ grasp, and ran out of the corridor.

“Sirius!” Remus called out as he followed his friend out. Never before had Remus actually been happy to be a werewolf. His naturally athletic body made him catch up to Sirius in no time. Grabbing the sleeve of Sirius’ robe, he forced the other boy to turn around.

“What…” Sirius began, but he was cut off by a pair of lips on his own. It only took Sirius a second to give in to Remus’ kiss, and grabbed onto the other boy’s shirt. Remus let out a little moan and used his hand to pull it through Sirius’ hair. When they realized they still needed to breath, the two pulled away.

“I never-I never actually liked Margarethe.” Remus whispered, panting. Sirius felt his face light up in a grin, and then he pulled Remus back into another kiss.

“Mr Black! Mr Lupin! Why on earth are you not in class?” A voice called from further down the hall. The two boys pulled away again. “Sorry Professor McGonagall. We forgot.” Remus admitted sheepishly.

McGonagall raised an eyebrow. “I can see that. But still. Detention both of you.” She said with a little smile. “As you wish, Minnie.” Sirius shouted, and gave her a mock salute. When she laughed, Sirius’ smile grew even wider, before he pulled Remus into another kiss.

“Oh, stop that. Get to class!” McGonagall called out to them, but both boys could hear the smile in her voice. “If you say so.” Remus said, and grabbed Sirius’s hand, pulling him along.

Behind them stood the smirking Minerva McGonagall. “That’s five galleons to me, Albus.” She whispered to herself, before turning around and walking back down the corridor.

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