Drabble: Longfellow

[ceredwensirius]

Title: Longfellow
Author: ceredwensirius
Written For: grangerblack100
Challenge: Addiction
Rating: PG
Characters: Remus, Sirius
Pairings: Implied Hermione/Sirius
Word Count: 240
Summary: Sirius makes something special for Hermione and gets Remus' opinion first.
Disclaimer: Not my characters.
Author's Note: Hermione is greater than or equal to 18 years of age.

Sirius sat across the table from Remus waiting, waiting, waiting. The werewolf was stone faced, stoic, his expression completely unreadable. The tension was getting to Sirius because he was trying something new and he really wanted his best friend’s opinion. He had done something rare and that was to make himself the smallest bit vulnerable and now to have his best friend sit there like an emotionless statue was nearly unbearable.

Sirius understood Remus’ silence when his resolve began to crack and the edges of his lips twitched.

“Fuck you, Mooney,” said Sirius. “I can’t believe you’re trying not to laugh, you bastard.”

Remus’ humor broke and he laughed openly, bordering on hysterical. It was nearly a giggle.

“You are-“ began Sirius, holding up a finger as he worked down his temper. “-a… a bad friend.”

Remus began to catch his breath. “I’m… I’m truly sorry, Padfoot. I’ve just never heard you, well, recite poetry.”

Sirius glared.

“And not just poetry, but bad poetry.” Remus sighed and then another wave of giggles hit.

“Piss off,” said Sirius grumpily.

“Bad erotic poetry no less,” said Remus cheerfully.

“I said to piss-“

“You actually rhymed addiction with friction,” added Remus.

Sirius stood up. “We’re not friends anymore.”

Remus rolled his eyes at the impotent threat. “You wrote that yourself didn’t you? For her?”

“I’m leaving,” growled Sirius.

“Give Hermione my love,” called Remus, as Sirius stormed out, slamming the kitchen door behind him.

Comments

[serade-black.livejournal.com]

...oh, and the title. I can ONLY imagine what it could have possibly been about. Oh, Sirius...

[ceredwensirius.livejournal.com]

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow was an American poet who, as it happens, has a frighteningly appropriate last name.

Sirius can a little caught up in his own brilliance at times, I think. Things come easily to Sirius which is why he and James were at the top of their class without really working that hard at it. It doesn't really occur to him that this might not be true of poetry as well.

He has sex on the brain when he's writing it, obviously, and gets a little carried away. A very human thing to do.

Trust me, as bad as you think that poem was, it was worse. Sirius doesn't things in half measures and this is no exception.