this one was really fun. thanks for the prompt. feel free to send more, even though they’re taking me forever to do!
The first time Sirius asks Remus out it’s during Potions class. Sirius is struggling, his brew turning a violent shade of pink, when it’s supposed to be a dark navy. Remus, whose own potion is bubbling away happily, notices Sirius’ concoction sloshing against the sides of his cauldron, and nudges him in the side.
“Try adding a few drops of tarantula venom and stirring counterclockwise,” he says quietly.
Sirius follows these instructions, and lets out a sigh of relief as his potion turns a colour much closer to navy.
“Thank Christ,” he breaths, and grins at Remus. “Thanks, Moony, I absolutely adore you.” He pauses for a minute before deciding to add, “You should probably let me take you on a date to make it up to you.”
Remus just laughs.
“I could never let you cheat on James like that,” he says, and turns back to his own potion. Sirius doesn’t press the matter.
The second time Sirius asks Remus out, it’s during the weekend when he, Remus, James, and Peter have all decided to get completely sloshed on Firewhiskey. They are celebrating. There isn’t really anything to celebrate, necessarily, but as James says as he pour the last few drops out of their third bottle, “Someone somewhere has a birthday today. Here’s to them!”
They are in the Shrieking Shack. James is lying on his back on the piano bench. Peter is on the floor, his arms wrapped around his knees, swaying slightly and looking ill. Sirius is leaning against the wall, and Remus is half comatose, using Sirius’ legs as a pillow.
“Your hair is curly,” Sirius says, tugging on one of the wavy curls that make up Remus’ mop of a head. “Has it always been this curly?”
“It’s the–(hic)–humidity,” Remus hiccups, eyes shut, grimacing.
“Liar,” Sirius says, resting his head on the wall. “‘S’not even humid.”
“Mm,” Remus says as a response, not really listening.
“I like them, though. The curls, I mean,” Sirius says. “They are nice, proper curls… You and your curls should go on a date with me.”
“Mm, just take my hair and leave me behind,” Remus mutters, rubbing his temples. “We both know that’s what you really want, after all.”
Sirius starts to object, but then Peter makes a groaning noise and starts vomiting on the floor. Distracted, (and disgusted), he doesn’t bring it up again.
The third time Sirius asks Remus out, it’s more like a confrontation.
He catches up with Remus as he’s walking to the library, and flat out asks, “Hey, how come you never believe me when I ask you on a date?”
“Uh, hello to you too,” Remus says, furrowing his brow and adjusting the bag on his shoulder.
“Yeah, hi, whatever, why don’t you believe me?”
“Er, because you’re joking? Because you’re you?” Remus says.
“What if I said I was serious?”
Remus stops right outside the library and snorts. “Well, I’d say, ‘I already knew that.’ See you at dinner,” he says, going inside, leaving Sirius behind, gaping.
“But, but,” he stammers. “You can’t use that joke against me. That’s my joke, Remus!”
He returns to Gryffindor Tower, begrudgingly.
The fourth time Sirius asks Remus out, it’s not even Sirius who does it, but James.
James finds Remus studying in the corner of the common room on a rare occasion where Sirius is in detention. (It’s not rare that Sirius is in detention, but that James isn’t there with him.)
“Hey,” James says, sitting down next to Remus. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Mm,” Remus grunts, not looking up from his parchment.
“Why don’t you ever date anyone?”
Remus does look up at that. “What?” he asks.
“You never date anyone. I know a few Ravenclaw girls tried to get you to go to Hogsmeade with them last visit. Why don’t you ever go?”
“Is that really why you interrupted my homework? To ask me about why I don’t date Ravenclaw girls?”
“Or Hufflepuff girls, or Slytherin ones, or even Gryffindor ones.”
“Not interested,” Remus says simply with a shrug, turning back to his essay.
“What about Ravenclaw boys then? Or boys in any house?”
“James,” Remus says warningly, glancing at him with a significant look. “That isn’t what I meant.”
“So no to boys too, then?”
“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” Remus says.
“So…yes to boys, then?”
“Sorry,” James says, holding up his hands. “Just, if you ever are interested in dating, maybe you should, I dunno, talk to Sirius. See if he’s interested.”
Remus lets out an exasperated sigh. “This again?” he asks with an eye roll. “James Potter, if I am not left alone to finish this essay you are going to find your wand stuck up a very uncomfortable location, you understand?”
James doesn’t have to be told twice. He shrugs and goes off to quidditch practice. Later he tells Sirius, “He didn’t believe me either.”
Sirius isn’t planning on asking a fifth time.
He convinces himself that either Remus never will realize he’s not kidding, or he does realize it, and this is his awkward way of turning Sirius down.
Sirius decides to give up.
But then there is a full moon during winter holidays. Remus is left at Hogwarts, his parents on holiday out of country, visiting an aunt. Sirius stays behind despite being invited to James’ for Christmas, so Remus doesn’t have to go through it alone.
The morning after the full moon, they are in the Shrieking Shack. Sirius is still Padfoot when he wakes up, and when he transforms back he feels stiff and groggy. He looks over to Remus, who no longer resembles the monster he was a few hours prior, but carries wounds from the beast like souvenirs.
“Hey,” he says quietly, nudging Remus awake. “How are you feeling?”
“Not great,” Remus groans, flipping over onto his back and wincing. “Not the worst, either, though,” he adds. He squints up at Sirius. “How was everything last night? No one got hurt?”
“‘Course not,” Sirius says, laying on his stomach next to Remus, not unlike a dog. (It takes him a little while to get out of those habits after transforming.) “Well, I think you ate a bird or two, but they had it coming, honestly.”
“Yuck,” Remus says. “That’s why my stomach hurts, then.”
“Probably,” Sirius says, reaching over and grabbing Remus’ arm, examining him for cuts and bruises. Remus is watching him. Sirius grins at him, and pushes Remus’ hair back from his face in a gentle motion that makes Remus frown slightly.
“James asked me why I don’t date anyone,” he says after a minute.
“Did he?” Sirius asks, not meeting Remus’ eye.
“Mhm. I didn’t know why he was asking, but then he said I should consider dating you, so I figured he was just in on that joke.”
“Huh,” Sirius says.
“Sirius,” Remus asks. “That…that was a joke, right?”
Sirius chews on his bottom lip and stares at a spot on the floor for a moment, before turning back to Remus. “If it wasn’t, what would you say?”
“What would I say?” Remus asks. He has little cuts on both of his cheeks, and his lips are cracked. He shifts into a sitting position, and moves like every bone in his body hurts. Probably, they do. “Well,” he says. “If you want to know, you should try asking again.”
“What if you just think it’s a joke?”
“I won’t,” Remus says sincerely. “You don’t play jokes on me on full moon days.” This is true.
“Remus,” Sirius says, picking a piece of dirt off of Remus’ knee. “Will you go on a date with me?”
“Yes,” Remus says without hesitation. “Absolutely.”
“Good,” Sirius says softly. He picks up Remus’ hand and kisses his bruised knuckles. “That was way harder than it needed to be.”
“I don’t know why you didn’t just ask me ages ago,” Remus jokes.
“You’re the worst,” says Sirius, grinning.
“Yeah,” Remus agrees. “But at least I believe you now.”