leashy_bebes | FIC: Bad Dog (1/1)

Title: Bad Dog (1/1)
Author:

leashy_bebes
Rating: PG/PG-13 for some strong language
Characters: Remus/Sirius (only not quite), Peter, James.
Notes: Oh look, fic that is not next-gen! I remember how to write that... I think. This is just a fluffy little pre-slash thing. Also, Padfoot = ♥
Words: ~870

Remus takes the stairs to the dormitory two at a time, his schoolbag bouncing against his hip as he walks. He loves his friends, of course he does, but silence is a rare commodity when more than one Marauder occupies the same space, and Remus has a deeper (stranger, more pathological, according to certain black-haired parties) need for silence than the others.

Peter is due in detention with Slughorn, James is at Quidditch practice, and Sirius hasn't been seen since lunchtime, and Remus is happily anticipating at least a solid hour of blissful, blissful silence.

When he opens the door to the dormitory and hears deep, heavy breaths his shoulders slump until he sees the pile of fur on Sirius' bed, tangled up in the sheets, wide pale eyes staring from the shadows.

"Oh! Hello, doggy," Remus says, quickly pushing the door shut behind him and crossing the room to sit on the edge of his own bed.

Padfoot wriggles out from the sheets to let out a huff of breath and gives Remus the patented 'sarcastic dog' look.

"Can Sirius come out to play?"

Padfoot sighs again and jumps down from the bed, crossing the room to nudge Remus' knee with his heavy head.

"Apparently not," Remus observes. "Come on, then," he says, shifting to sit cross-legged at the head of his bed and patting the space next to him. Padfoot jumps up neatly and turns around three and a half times before sitting down, curled up with his head against Remus' leg. Remus reaches for the book on his bedside cabinet. It falls open to a page with a folded down corner and Remus glances down at Padfoot.

"I see," he says, unable to keep the amusement out of his voice. "Is this why Sirius can't come out to play?"

There's a huffing noise, and Remus knows this one is doggy laughter, not doggy derision. Reflecting that Padfoot is a lot easier to understand than Sirius, sometimes, Remus turns to his bookmarked page. Silence settles over the dorm, and Remus can feel himself relaxing.

Then the door bursts open, bouncing off the wall as Peter stamps in, already ranting.

"Bloody Slughorn - detention and now a stupid - can he even do - bloody wanker - hi, lads."

"Alright, Wormtail?" Remus asks, letting his book fall closed on his finger.

"Not really," he snaps back. "Not enough that I just did a detention, he's given me a whole extra essay to write. For first thing tomorrow."

"Ouch, that's a bit strong."

"Strong? The word is cruel, Moony."

"Are you not staying?" Remus asks, as Peter grabs a book from his trunk and heads back towards the door.

"Library," Peter explains, and Remus nods, giving him a little wave.

"See you later."

"Bye," Peter calls, the door slamming shut behind him again.

Remus glances down at Padfoot again who turns pale eyes upwards, butting his head against Remus' leg.

"Alright, knock it off," Remus admonishes. He cradles his book in one hand, little finger and thumb holding down the pages and flicking them over, Remus lets his free hand drop down to the top of Padfoot's head. Padfoot sighs and Remus smiles at the pages of his book, scratching his fingernails gently through thick black fur. Padfoot whines appreciatively and leans more heavily against Remus. As Remus carries on reading, he absently scratches his way over Padfoot's head to behind his ears, and occasionally down to his shoulder blades.

A little while later the door opens again and James walks in with his broom over one shoulder, still dressed in his Quidditch robes.

"Alright, ladies," he grins, bounding over to his bed and stashing his broom before tugging off his outer robe and falling to the edge of his bed. "Wormtail not back yet?"

"Been and gone," Remus says. "Slughorn gave him an extra essay, I think he's gone to the library."

"Uh-huh," James mutters distractedly, bending over to yank at a knot in the laces of his Quidditch boots. As he toes them off and straightens up, he gives Remus a curious, measuring kind of look.

"What?" Remus asks warily.

"Well - Don't you ever think that's a bit weird?" James asks, looking pointedly at Remus.

Remus looks back, mystified, then glances down.

"Reading, Prongs? No, we've established I don't find that weird at all."

"Not that, idiot. Cuddling up to that mangy mutt all the time. You realise that's still Sirius, don't you?"

"Oh, piss off, James," Remus laughs.

"Technically, you're scratching Sirius behind the ears," James persists. "If it licks you, you will have Sirius' spit on your body. You better hope he doesn't change back by accident, Merlin only knows where your hands will end up."

"I - " Remus says, and then stops, unable to find a decent comeback.

James' smug silence is broken by a long, rumbling growl.

"Yeah," Remus laughs, ruffling the dog's fur. "You tell him, Padfoot."

"Pair of nutcases," James scoffs. "I'm going for a shower."

"See you in a bit," Remus nods, looking back to his book. Padfoot turns his head, licks Remus' hand, and Remus laughs, wiping the saliva off onto Padfoot's flank.

"Bad dog," he mutters.

Current Mood: cheerful
Current Music: Joan Baez - Boulder to Birmingham

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