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The Right Answer by Riddle Wood Lupin
Chapter 1 : The Right Answer
 
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Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all things related © J.K. Rowling. And I don’t own you. :3


You had yourself curled up rather contently on a chair, with an assignment for Defense Against the Dark Arts due in two days. It was quite boring, you had to admit to yourself. You already knew this bit about werewolves, probably a great deal more. Guess that’s what you get for being friends with Hogwarts’s own.

However, your contentment apparently begged for change, as you friend of six years bounded in, “Quaff!”

“Yes?” You questioned, reluctantly.

“You should have been there!” Her green eyes danced and glittered, with her long red hair falling about lazily.

“Should I?” You went back to your essay, “Somehow I don’t think that anything would have gone right.” You sighed, every time you were with them something would go horribly wrong.

“Oh, come on, Quaff,” Lily badgered you, “They were great.”

“Really? Hogesmade was delighted, I’m sure,” you pulled yourself into an actual sitting position to look at your friend.

“Honestly, you can do that essay whenever you want, you already know it,” you couldn’t help but agree, “Besides, Sirius was amazing. Of course, James was better.” You shook your head.

“I’ve told you before, I don’t like the idiotic moronic git,” you muttered at her. She laughed.

“Of course, you don’t,” she shook her head.

“You don’t like what idiotic moronic git?” You knew that voice. It caused you dread worse than being partnered in Potions class with Snape.

“What do you want, Sirius?” You questioned, eyeing him as he sat at your feet, dressed in his Quidditch robes. James took a seat beside Lily, matching Sirius’s clothing. You wondered absently how far away that was, you probably should get ready. You made to get up, but Sirius stopped you.

“Who was the idiotic moronic git?” He asked. You, being completely oblivious to the fact that he had youp wrist, tried to move.

“Sirius!”

“Who?”

“You,” you rolled your eyes, “Obviously you don’t know that people are talking about you when they say ‘idiotic moronic git’.”

“Did you ever stop to think that maybe I did know that?” You stared down at him as he let out his bark-like laugh.

“No…Yes…What’re you playing at? If you knew then I wouldn’t have had to tell you.” You started at him, confused.

“So?” He looked up at you. You thought quickly.

“So, you didn’t know, hence the question ‘Who was the idiotic moronic git?’, which I’m quite sure came from your mouth,” You smirked triumphantly, as he looked down, stumped. You picked up your essay to go change.

“Well…I knew after you told me,” Sirius said in an attempt to make you stay.

“That’s my point!” You threw up your hands in an exasperated motion. Sirius grinned.

“You didn’t know I knew.”

“What?”

“That you were talking about me.”

“I knew that you didn’t know that I was talking about you.”

“So, you admit to it?” You stared at him, confused once again. Yet, you were more irritated than confused.

“No, I don’t!”

“Hate to tell you this, Quaff, but you really did,” Remus decided to put in his two cents. You shot a glare at him.

“I didn’t ask you!” He looked back down at his book shaking his head.

“Man, you over react,” he murmured, you opened your mouth to respond, but Sirius began talking again.

“So?”

“What?” By now you had completely forgotten what he was talking about. Though, you mused, he probably didn’t know what he was talking about either.

“Do you admit to it or not?” Your brow knitted as you realized what he was talking about. You responded in a simple way that you had always loved: a question.

“Didn’t I already answer that question?”

“I believe you did, unfortunately, that was not the answer I was looking for,” Sirius stood up to face you. You, being a good couple of inches shorter than he was, looked up at him.

“Well, then, what answer were you looking for?” You knew what answer he was looking for, but it was so much more fun to play with him than to give him what he wanted.

“The one you didn’t give me,” You grinned, he wasn’t going to get what he wanted anytime soon.

“What’s that, ‘maybe’?”

“No, the other one, dimwit,” You looked up at him with mock shock.

“Don’t call me dimwit,” you responded, crossing your arms.

“Give me the other answer,” Sirius smirked, backing you into a corner.

“No, if I wanted to give you the other answer I would have done so in the first place,” you wouldn’t give him what he wanted. He looked at you, frustrated.

“Blimey, Quaff! Just admit to him already!” Lily exclaimed, surprising you both.

“Why should I?” You recovered first. Sirius grinned.

“Because of this,” he pulled you up into a deep kiss. It was gentle, but rough at the same time, making you slightly sad when he pulled himself away.

“Um…yes?” You murmured, still in a daze.

“Thank the Lord!” James shouted, laughing, causing you to bring yourself out of your daze.

“Good…now you can both go to the match, which is currently missing two beaters!” Lily grinned, looking up at the two of you, James’s arm around her shoulders.

“And that could be a very bad thing,” James continued laughing.

“Could be, but is it?” Lily questioned.

“I don’t know,” James looked at her. She suddenly realized he probably didn’t know what she was talking about.

“Which is the better, those two together, or winning a match?” She clarified for him. You and Sirius had been watching. You, once again, threw up your hands, making for the girls’ dormitory.

“Alright, all ready! We’ll go to the match!” You shouted on the way up.

“You’d better hurry, it starts in 10 minutes,” Lily said, following you.

“Why didn’t you tell me that sooner?” You grabbed your clothes, changing quicker than you ever had.

“Because, they were ready, you weren’t,” she responded, following you back down.

“I think we could live one beater down, don’t you?” James asked Sirius. The two were leaning against a couch, waiting for your return.

“You are all absolutely horrific,” you muttered, making your way over to the exit.

“Thank you, we’ll be here ‘til the day you die,” James took a bow, grinning.

“Please, Potter,” you said, looking skeptically at him as Lily took his side.

“Just stating the facts, Quaff,” he answered.

“Still don’t understand that nickname, she is a beater, isn’t she?” Peter questioned, looking up at James and Sirius who shook their heads at him. Remus allowed himself a chuckle.

“Oh, crap. Crap, crap, crap,” you forgot your broom, smart one! You ran up the stairs grabbing it quickly. Once you got back down you grabbed your fellow beater, “Bye!”

“Well, that was rather interesting,” Remus murmured, watching the two of you leave, Sirius’s arm dangling over your shoulder.

“Ah, but if it wasn’t interesting it wouldn’t have been Padfoot and Quaff,” James replied.

“Good point,” Peter squeaked.

“Thank you,” James took another bow.

“Boys,” Lily started. The three remaining boys looked up at her.

“Yes?” They questioned her in unison.

“I believe we’re slightly late for something,” she directed it more towards James, seeing how as he was a player.

“CRAP!” He shouted, picking up his own broom and following you and Sirius.

“Well, off we go, I suppose,” Lily laughed, watching the retreating back of her boyfriend through the halls of Hogwarts. The three chatted idly on the way down to the Pitch, they saw James standing, gaping at something on the field.

“James, what?” Lily asked, slightly worried.

“That,” he pointed onto the field.

“Oh,” Lily gasped herself. You and Sirius were practically making out in the middle of the Quidditch Pitch!

“Well…that’s a rather interesting duo, Padfoot and Quaff,” Remus started, not really wanting to watch you two, so he decided to make his way into the stands. Peter and Lily followed, after wishing James luck in their own ways.

“Padfoot and Quaff,” you giggled up at him, having heard what they had started saying.

“Like the sound of that?” Sirius grinned down at you.

“Which answer would you like?” You giggled more.

“A ‘yes’, or ‘yeah’, or ‘yep’, or-” You cut him off, as he continued to ramble on.

“Yes, you moron,” you laughed. He grinned, letting out his bark laugh, before capturing your lips with his once again.


That was defiantly a lot longer than I was going for. I just wanted to have a strange, upbeat, confusing conversation, what’s better than putting you in it? I’ve been reading a lot of Sirius/you fics, so I went with it, though I have to say that I really prefer Remus. Anyway, hope you guys liked that! If you have any questions leave them in a review with your e-mail or something so I can answer you. Although I'm not sure how good that'll be, being that I wrote this about six months ago...

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-Riddle Wood Lupin




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