@wolfstarmicrofic | naughty, January 2nd | 448 words
7th year, a week before NEWTs.
Indeed, the exam is aptly named, and Remus Lupin was exhausted to the bone. He was not sure he felt like that in a long time, maybe not since that week when he had to go through three full days of class without sleep due to a bad full moon and homeworks, but he preferred not to think about that. He took a moment to rest his eyes but kept his hands moving to prevent falling asleep. In the Gryffindor Tower, everyone was long gone in Morpheus’ arms. Even his fellows 7th years had resigned themselves when the clock rang 3am. But there he was still, fighting the thought of his bed in the back of his mind. “That’s what you get for not being born with a silver spoon in your mouth, he thought, you have to actually put in the work to get what you want.” He opened his eyes and re-focused on his DADA handbook.
Upstairs, a palpable tension hung heavy in the air, even in the realm of slumber. James was sleeping a dreamless sleep, which was unlike him, and Peter was having a nightmare about his mother yelling at him. He would not remember it in the morning, but he would be left with an uneasiness feeling without knowing where it comes from. Sirius, on the other hand, was wide awake. He had been waiting for his boyfriend to come up for the last 3 hours or so, and eventually gave up. He had thought about going downstairs and begging him to stop study, but he knew he would only succeed in causing an argument. As a matter of fact, the boys had had quite their share of arguments those past weeks. Sirius had had enough. They had not even had the time to have sex, which usually helped reduce the tension. After a while, Sirius grinned. He just had an idea to get his boyfriend back.
The next morning in Charms, everyone turned to Remus when he let a loud gasp out of his mouth. For the scroll of parchment he had just taken out of his bag was not blank: in fact, a picture of Sirius had appeared beneath his quill. A picture of Sirius, in a rather… suggestive pose.
“Ooh, naughty boy, look at you!”, said James bursting in laughter.
“Padfoot, I swear- Fuck!” Remus blushed from head to toe. He met his boyfriend playful eyes and it was like he was seeing him for the first time again.
“You love me, really”, Sirius answered with a wink.
And that night, Remus forgot all about NEWTs. At least until the next morning.
