The Marauders: Year Four

Master Sirius Ought to Know

"Oh for sure."

"Are you sure you know the definition of handsome?" he laughed.

"Mhm... it's you," and Sirius kissed Remus deeply, nipping at his lower lip. He pulled away, tugging the lip slightly with his teeth before he let go and whispered, "They've got your photograph in the dictionary and everything. Newt Scamander's working on a new text, they say, called Incredibly Sexy Beasts and Where To Find Them and all it says inside is the coordinates to whatever spot you're in. It's a magical book, see, always shows where you are, 24:7. It's brilliant, really. Instant classic. Dumbledore's building a whole curriculum 'round it."

"Boring class, that'll be," Remus laughed.

Sirius kissed him again.

They went on like that for some time, saying mushy things to one another under their breaths and snogging off and on, as the fire started to die out in the hearth and their lips started getting a bit on the tired side. Finally, Sirius moved so he was no longer straddling Remus but instead laying across the couch, his head on Remus's lap, feet up on the back of the cushions. He sighed tiredly and reached up a hand to stroke the hair out of Remus's face.

"I don't reckon I've ever been happier in my life, Moony. This has been a most brilliant holiday."

Remus smiled, "Is it because of me that you're happy?"

"No, it's because of all the ruddy homework I got assigned," Sirius replied, then he laughed and beeped Remus's nose with the tip of his finger, "Of course it's because of you, you idiot."

Remus's smile only grew. "Well, that's good, I should hate to think I make you miserable or anything."

"Oh the most miserablest."

Remus laughed.

"You're practically a ruddy dementor with how miserable you make me feel."

"Luckily for you, I have a good deal of chocolate upstairs."

Sirius laughed, "Everything's about chocolate with you."

"It's a real healing technique!" he said, "I read it in the textbook for Defense."

"Reading ahead again?" Sirius laughed.

"I've read the whole book once all the way through already," Remus shrugged.

"What?" Sirius looked at him, incredulous, "Why in hell would you do that for?"

Remus blushed, "I've read them all once already."

"So why are you trying to read them again? Wasn't being bored the first time enough for you?"

Remus laughed, "Our textbooks are hardly boring."

There was a crack in the dark behind the couch, the fire officially going dark in the hearth with a hissing of ashes. Sirius sat up and looked about as Remus turned in the cushions. There on the carpet before them, dirty and wobbly, was Kreacher, the Black family house elf.

Sirius stared at the elf. "What're you doing here, you filthy thing?" he asked.

Kreacher stared back at Sirius a long moment. "Kreacher has come to see Master Sirius."

"Well here I am, you've seen me, now get lost, elf."

"Master Sirius's friend is in trouble, Master Sirius ought to know."

"My friend? In trouble? Who?" Sirius looked at Remus with worry, then back to Kreacher, "Are you threatening a wizard, elf?"

Kreacher stared up at Sirius. "Master Sirius thinks Kreacher is threatening a wizard, but Kreacher is only doing as he was told... only doing as he was told."