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[SIRIUS ORION BLACK]

don't breathe too deep,

The cool, crisp September afternoon was a beautiful one, to say the least, with the turned leaves crunching under Sirius’ dress shoes and the gentle breeze hitting his face. Such weather always made the former heir happy – it was sunny, yet it wasn’t too hot…it was windy, but it wasn’t too cold…it was just lovely.

Because of this weather, Sirius had forgone his Gryffindor blazer and stuck with the usual bright white dress shirt, his deep red and gold tie, black slacks, and aforesaid shoes. His leather satchel was slung over his left shoulder, and inside of it was the Marauders’ Map, along with his N.E.W.T. level Transfiguration text. The Map he had helped create about a year ago had told the former heir that his target – Remus Lupin – was by the Black Lake, on the edge closest to the school. Sirius liked to sit by the Lake every once in a while, too, but he preferred doing so at night…a clear, starry night was the best. He could spread out in the grass and stargaze to his heart’s content while sipping on a bottle of firewhiskey. James accompanied him once in a while, but, more often than not, the stag-Animagus hunted his best mate down just before second curfew and dragged him back to the castle before the groundskeeper caught him.

He had been spared a few detentions in this way.

But now, James Potter wasn’t his concern – Remus Lupin was. Remus thought he could outrun him? Pssshhhh. No one outran Sirius Black. No one. He was…well, he was Sirius Black! That was reason enough!

…It was for Sirius, anyway.

The unmistakable form of the lycanthrope appeared, and Sirius smirked. Without wasting a moment, he dropped his satchel and bolted forward, speeding across the grass towards Remus. Though he did normally blow his running skills out of proportion, he did have some room to talk; he was pretty fast. But, then again, so was Remus. It was anybody’s game, really.

And Sirius Black loved games.

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[REMUS JOHN LUPIN]

I MIGHT NOT GET THERE

THIS LITTLE TOWN, THIS LITTLE HOUSE, THEY SEEM TO BE LEANING IN THE WRONG DIRECTION. I'M NOT AFRAID OF YOU NO MORE.

Remus didn't even know why he started this whole thing. He didn't like hugs, sure, but Sirius was his best friend, and it wasn't like they never hugged before. But it was a certain issue that Remus had, like how some one person can't stand being around a crowd. When people touched him, he just got a little tensed up, and it really had nothing to do with the person who was touching him. It was just how it always had been. But for now, Remus was trying to prove a point, because Sirius liked to cheat. In the end, it was always Sirius who got his way, and Remus would be left to get tackled in the Common Room on the cold floor or something like that.

He sighed. He was terribly abused in this relationship. Didn't anybody ever want to play fair? His thoughts, however, didn't last long. As he continued to throw random pebbles into the Black Lake, he caught on to a familiar scent. Did it bother him that he knew James' and Sirius' scent by heart? No, it did not freaking bother him, because he was use to it. It was better than some people who didn't take showers for weeks -- yes, there were actually people who didn't care about hygiene here at Hogwarts. It was disturbing. Remus had to hold back from gagging at times.

However, he had warned Sirius that he'd catch on to him before he even got close, and so, falling back into the grass and tilting his head back, he saw Sirius. His vision was a little messed up because he was trying to view Sirius from upside down, but he still saw the animagus. The black-haired boy dropped his satchel onto the ground, and Remus felt his body tense as he watched that familiar smirk slide into place. Arrogant jerk. "You cheater!" he cried, pushing himself up from the grass before taking off into a sprint, not really having a direction in mind. "I'm going to tell James you looked in his trunk!" Remus called back over his shoulder, spotting a tree coming in to view with a large branch sticking out. With a quick beating heart, he jumped up and grabbed the branch, pulling himself up before pointing his finger toward Sirius and sticking his tongue out.

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[SIRIUS ORION BLACK]

don't breathe too deep,

Sirius laughed that almost musical laugh of his and followed the lycanthrope, blood pounding in his ears. Pure adrenaline surged through his system, powering every heavy step as he ran after Remus, intent on catching him by any means necessary. After becoming an Animagus, he found himself gaining many canine attributes (as pretty much every Animagus did), and to of them happened to be an immense enjoyment of running and, of course, chasing. The thrill of the chase was strong, and since Sirius already liked messing with Remus, the two pleasures put together equaled this little escapade.

”Not cheating! Clever use of the tools one has at hand!” The former heir said matter-of-factly, smirk growing ever wider. ”And oooh, I’m so terribly scared of the big, bad Prongs. What’s he going to do, slap me on the wrist? I go in his trunk all the time! It’s not like it’s anything new!” He lived in James’ house, for goodness sakes…he would have hoped they had reached that point of trust. Plus, it wasn’t like James didn’t go in Sirius’ trunk, either – they were pretty much the same size, so they borrowed clothes from the other all the time. The dog-Animagus was particularly fond of James’ white Rolling Stones tee.

When Remus hopped up into a nearby tree and made gestures that suggested he thought he was in a better position, Sirius skid to a stop, stared for a moment, then burst into laughter. ”Awww, that’s cute, Moons. You really think I’m above climbing trees? I practically do it for a bloody living!” He didn’t make a move just yet – he could easily climb up there after him or just pull the lycanthrope down, sure, but he liked playing this game…it was entertaining. He wasn’t going to end it that quickly…that wouldn't be any fun.

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[REMUS JOHN LUPIN]

I MIGHT NOT GET THERE

THIS LITTLE TOWN, THIS LITTLE HOUSE, THEY SEEM TO BE LEANING IN THE WRONG DIRECTION. I'M NOT AFRAID OF YOU NO MORE.

It didn't matter if they lived with each other, it was still privacy. Remus scowled lightly at Sirius' little idea of a loop-hole, grabbed a small branch from the tree before throwing it off in Sirius' direction. He didn't like it when this happened, because Remus always got the damn short end of the stick. Why did they like teasing him so much? The boy pouted as Sirius came closer, making his move to the next branch and crouching down, keeping his balance by placing a hand on the trunk of the tree beside him. "You know how James gets when he's angry!" called Remus, shooting Sirius an annoyed look. He really didn't care whether or not they shared trunks, James shouldn't be helping Sirius cheat. Remus didn't think it was particularly fair, and, honestly, Remus was beginning to think that Sirius didn't just come out here for a hug.

He was probably going to get tackled to the ground, or something along those lines, and Remus was just so tired today. Why did he have to be so bothersome? There was nothing wonderful about hugging. It was... awkward. His eyes narrowed on Sirius further as he began to laugh, Remus' own cheeks beginning to growing a light shade of pink from slight frustration and embarrassment. "That's because you're a heathen, Padfoot." He moved along the branches, trying to get as far away from him as possible. His movements caused the leaves to fall down on the ground, all in an impressive set of different colors. Remus really did love fall out of all the seasons. But he wasn't about to be distracted by his thoughts again. He needed to pay attention!

"And stop calling me cute," he muttered gloomily, shooting a pout down to the other boy, a pout that was quite familiar. How many times did he have to correct them on their usage of the word "cute"? Remus thought he was pretty manly -- he had battle scars, for Merlin's sake! He was as manly as manly got. He scoffed lightly, turning to look for an escape, finding one that led to the dark waters of the Black Lake. But Remus really didn't feel like diving into those waters, mostly because the mer-people that lived there freaked the hell out of him. "Hey, Sirius, guess what?" The boy reached into the pocket of his pants to pull out a small piece of chocolate, waving it at the other boy. "Does paddicakes want the chocolate?"

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[SIRIUS ORION BLACK]

don't breathe too deep,

Sirius hadn’t really been expecting such an attack. Sure, he had expected leaves or coarse words or something of that nature, but certainly not a flying branch. He had mere seconds to react once it was thrown, and even then, it still smacked him in the chest. “Now that was just uncalled for!” He grumbled, a frown dominating his features. The former heir brushed imaginary dirt off of his shirtfront, then reached down and grabbed the branch, inspecting it. After a moment, he suddenly lifted it above his head and threw it at the lycanthrope, aforementioned frown wiped from his face and replaced with that absolutely wicked smirk again. ”However, that most definitely was. Self-defense, Moonykins!” He chuckled a little, amused by his own joke, then returned his attention to the fact that Remus was moving. He strolled nonchalantly along with the lycanthrope, keeping them even with each other as best as he could.

”The Map was created by all four of us, Rem. It’s all of ours. It’s not like I stole from him or something! Digging through James’ trunk in search of it was necessary!” Sirius reasoned. ”And he goes crazy when he’s angry, yes, but he can’t get angry over something like this…it’s nothing!” He was making it seem like he stole Fawkes from Dumbledore or something…

…Which actually wasn’t a bad idea. But not now – right now, he had a werewolf to deal with.

The dog-Animagus continued to circle the tree as Remus moved, dark grey eyes never leaving him. At the comment on how he was a ‘heathen’, Sirius slapped two hands onto his chest and feigned sheer joy, smirk growing by leaps and bounds. The only thing that betrayed the fact that he wasn’t serious was said smirk. ”Why, thank you, Moony! How sweet of you to say that!”

Façade dropped, he shook with laughter, still watching Remus. ”Oh, but Remmy, you’re absolutely adorable!” Why couldn’t he accept his cuteness?

He watched as Remus struggled to find an escape route, wondering whether or not the lycanthrope would actually risk jumping into the lake. Wet dog smelt terrible (he had first-hand experience), but if Remus was that desperate…

…Wait. Chocolate? Was that chocolate?

Sirius’ eyes widened and he looked rather like a five-year-old who had just walked into Honeydukes for the first time in their lives. ”Chocolate…?”

His addiction to chocolate was going to get him killed someday, honestly.

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[REMUS JOHN LUPIN]

I MIGHT NOT GET THERE

THIS LITTLE TOWN, THIS LITTLE HOUSE, THEY SEEM TO BE LEANING IN THE WRONG DIRECTION. I'M NOT AFRAID OF YOU NO MORE.

Uncalled for? Sirius was chasing after him like Remus was the rabbit, and Sirius was the were-wolf. Wasn't that what was uncalled for? And it wasn't like the branch he had thrown was very big. It, honestly, was a small twig, and Remus' aim was never very good. It was only Sirius being a baby that he had even complained in a first place. Really, it was a small twig, and yet he didn't say anything when Remus tried to chew off his tail at times on the full moon; granted, it didn't happen often, but it had once, when Remus had been in a horrible mood. But soon Sirius was inspecting the branch, though that didn't fool Remus one bit, before tossing it directly at him. He growled lowly as he quickly moved out of the way, nearly losing his balance before glaring over at Sirius. "That wasn't self-defense. Me, throwing the stick, was self-defense because you're coming after me."

"I don't care if it was created by Merlin himself!" shot Remus. His friend as obviously not understanding the underlying meaning in this little argument. Why couldn't Sirius ever mess around with him the right way? It would be a lot more fun for Remus if Sirius tried looking for him instead of using that map. He was getting tired of getting cheated out of this games by Sirius cheated. Remus never won one once, and that was because he liked to play things the old way, and Sirius was just a big meanie-head that like to cheat. He found himself pouting.

He rolled his eyes as Sirius pretended to be hurt, even though he knew he wasn't, because he saw that smirk. Remus, himself, was smirking only because he knew that Sirius was going to do that even before he started it. But that smirk disappeared when Sirius called him adorable, and he gave the boy an annoyed look. He wasn't adorable. He had scars and bruises all over, which would scare any first-year away. How was that adorable? He scoffed, sounding like a dog that was snorting at how stupid his master was as he crawled to another branch, once closest to the Black Lake. He eyed the murky depths of the water, scowling before his eyes soon turned to Sirius once he repeated the word "chocolate" in a seduced sort of way.

"Yes, Sirius, chocolate. It's your favorite chocolate, too," added Remus, grinning just a little as he waved the bar of candy provocatively. How did he know that this was Sirius' favorite? Well, It was because it was the one chocolate bar that usually always went missing. He moved down from branch to branch until he was able to get his long legs back on the floor, close to the lake's shore.

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[SIRIUS ORION BLACK]

don't breathe too deep,

Sirius’ smirk melted away when the twig flew past Remus, finding himself deeply disappointed by the fact that it had not hit it’s designated target. A pout took it’s place, and this one was completely genuine rather than slapped on for hilarity’s sake. He was a Chaser, for Chrissakes!, The fact that he missed while Remus, the one who had to be dragged onto a broom (or motorcycle…hehe), hadn’t was just embarrassing. “It’s not my fault you’re just so…so… He struggled to find a word for a few moments before deciding there wasn’t one that got his point across, and did what anyone would do; made up one! ”…snuggleable!” And Remus was. He was just so damn cute in his little Remmykins-y way.

The dog-Animagus rolled his eyes and said nothing regarding what Remus said next, knowing the argument was going nowhere. He was just too thickheaded to grasp the lycanthrope’s point – he was stuck on what he thought was right. In his opinion, he was completely in the right with what he had done; the Map was right there, he wanted it, he got it, and he used it. Simple as that. When Sirius had an opinion on something, he was normally stuck to said opinion, and would rarely back down. Backing down meant acknowledging he was wrong, which he never was (in his mind). Though he most definitely had a strong sense of what was ‘right’ and what was ‘wrong’, those two extremes tended to become blurred when they pertained to his own deeds. If he admitted to being mistaken or in the ‘wrong’, he had to have done something pretty horrible and gotten screamed at a few good times so that the message would sink in.

A perfect example of this would be the whole incident with Snape and the Slytherin finding out about Remus’ lycanthropy.

If Sirius had to pick one thing he had done in his seventeen years that he felt most guilty about, it would be that night.

At Remus’ annoyed little glare, Sirius just laughed, pleased that the comment had left a dent. He moved as the lycanthrope did, but froze when Remus mentioned the chocolate being his favorite. ”Chocolate caramel?” He questioned, trying not to drool/loll out his tongue. The urge to do so was overwhelming. Damn the dog inside of him.

He didn’t even notice Remus’ movements…he just kept his eyes on the prize, which was the chocolate (of course). Chocolate…mmmmm.

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