Choice: a Cheesy R/S Ficlet
Title: Choice
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Rating: PG
Warnings: fluff, slash
Summary: Sirius is quite the teen heart-throb. Yes indeedy.
Words: about 400
Notes: written in response to the following prompt:
"God creates men, but they choose each other" - Niccolo Machiavelli
The halls of Hogwarts bustled. Some students strode purposefully while others dawdled, chatting to their friends as they headed to their morning classes. Girls giggled, and boys pretended not to care. The portrait-hole swung open, and there he was: messy, shoulder length ebony hair, a strong jaw and defined cheekbones, broad shoulders and smouldering ashen eyes.
“Sirius Black!” hissed a fourth year Hufflepuff, inclining her head towards the girl standing next to her as she spoke. Her friend turned. Sirius stepped gracefully out of the portrait-hole, and began to walk. Catching sight of Sirius’ handsome features as he passed, the hearts of Hogwarts’ female population palpitated; they licked their lips, eyes wide with hormonal teenage lust.
Sirius however, did not notice. The subject of excited whispers and bathed in adoring stares, Sirius simply didn’t care. His boots thudded against the stone floor as his rhythmical swagger carried him forwards. Beside Sirius walked Remus Lupin, his footfalls much lighter, and far less certain. Remus’ eyes darted as his mind began to apprehend the admiration and attention that Sirius had evoked.
“He could have anyone,” Remus thought to himself as he shuffled along: anyone. Remus’ stomach turned: he felt as though he might lose his breakfast, except that he hadn’t had any.
As Sirius walked he noticed, although a little belatedly, that Remus was no longer by his side. Sirius stopped, pivoting mid-strut: Remus was a few paces behind, his face drained of colour.
“Moony, what’re you doing?” Sirius asked.
“I, ah, I don’t feel…I’m just going to…” Remus replied, his voice trembling in the air.
Sirius took the few hasty steps to where Remus was standing, small and alone in the corridor. Sirius extracted a hand from his trouser pocket, taking Remus’ clammy hand in his own. Remus could feel the tears welling in his eyes as Sirius gazed into the swimming blue irises. Sirius squeezed Remus’ hand: the flesh of their palms throbbed warmly against one another as on-lookers stared and gasped.
“Sirius, what are you doing?” Remus asked in a panicked voice.
Sirius blinked in rapid succession, confused. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, you could have anyone, Sirius: anyone,” Remus replied sadly, slipping his hand from the embrace of Sirius’.
“But I want you,” Sirius said suddenly, firmly. He took Remus’ hand once more, lifting it to his lips. Sirius placed a gently kiss on the back of Remus’ hand: “I only want you.”