HP: Memories 3/12
Jan. 8th, 2006 12:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Rating: G
Summary: Motorbiking… (Let me remind you again how much I hate writing summaries... Better suggestions are more than welcome.)
Pairings: Remus/Sirius
Archive: Please?
Disclaimer: As per usual, the good things in life are not mine to have, but belong to someone else... in this case, the wonderful JK Rowling and all associated parties (including Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books, Raincoast Books, Warner Bros. Inc.)
Authors Note: Okay, so I was out on the bike… and I started thinking… there tends to be little else to do on the back of a bike. Did Remus ever go on Sirius’ bike? This is what came out. I think it’s funny… I only hope you do too! Italics are diary entries.
Feedback makes friends.
I am NEVER doing that again!
“Sirius, I really don’t think this is a good idea.”
“Oh, come on Moony, it’ll be fun. We haven’t been out together in ages.”
“But… but…”
“You have a very nice butt Moony, now come on!” Sirius dragged a reluctant Remus through the front door.
“There she is. Beautiful!” Remus stared apprehensively at the big black motorbike sitting on the driveway.
“Sirius…” he turned to try and talk his way out of this before he realised Sirius wasn’t standing next to him anymore.
“Hop on Remus.” Sirius was sitting on the bike, patting the rear seat expectantly. He looked so happy and eager; Remus found that he couldn’t deny him this. He sighed and climbed up behind Sirius.
“Let me show you what this baby can do Moony!” He revved the engine and they sped off into the night, Remus holding on to Sirius very tightly, face buried in his back. He was proud that he hadn’t screamed.
He spends so much time with that bike, cleaning it, polishing it, fiddling with it. He’s been trying to get me out on it for ages. Actually, he’s just been trying to get me out of the house for ages. I still haven’t found any work. People just don’t want to hire a werewolf.
But I am not going out on that thing again.
~*~
Remus had to agree; it was quite exhilarating riding down the deserted roads. He could feel the wind in his hair. It took him back to full moon when they used to run and play under the moonlight. Except he could see then. He didn’t have the nerve to open his eyes now, and his tight grip on Sirius hadn’t lessened. Not that Sirius was complaining.
“Like it Moony?” Sirius shouted to make himself heard above the engine and the wind.
“Ah…” He wasn’t quite sure how to answer that. He didn’t dislike it. But then, he wouldn’t have said he was loving it either.
Then it felt like his heart stopped.
~*~
He felt like he was flying. Opening his eyes a crack, he peered over Sirius’ shoulder.
Then wished he hadn’t.
“Erm… Sirius?”
“Moony?”
“We’re… flying!”
“I know! Arthur Weasley helped me out. Isn’t it great?”
“WEREWOLVES DON’T FLY!”
~*~
As soon as Sirius landed the bike, Remus flung himself off it and onto the ground.
“Warn me before you do something like that to me!”
“If I’d told you Moony, you wouldn’t have come.” Remus smiled wryly. That was certainly true. He got slowly to his feet.
“I need a drink.”
He made it up to me last night. And he’s promised that if I ever agree to go on that thing again, he won’t make it fly.
James laughed so much when Sirius told him. I could hear them from upstairs. If I could have moved, I would have gone down and said something. But I think Sirius melted every bone in my body.
We may have waited a long time to ‘do it’ but it was worth the wait.
~*~*~
Remus laughed so hard he started coughing. Clutching his ribs in pain, he calmed himself down. He’d never gotten back on the bike, but Sirius hadn’t minded too much.
Now however, he’d have given anything to climb on that bike behind Sirius.
But he couldn’t.
He sighed softly and picked up his diary again.
He may not have Sirius anymore, but he had the memories they made together.
Summary: Motorbiking… (Let me remind you again how much I hate writing summaries... Better suggestions are more than welcome.)
Pairings: Remus/Sirius
Archive: Please?
Disclaimer: As per usual, the good things in life are not mine to have, but belong to someone else... in this case, the wonderful JK Rowling and all associated parties (including Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books, Raincoast Books, Warner Bros. Inc.)
Authors Note: Okay, so I was out on the bike… and I started thinking… there tends to be little else to do on the back of a bike. Did Remus ever go on Sirius’ bike? This is what came out. I think it’s funny… I only hope you do too! Italics are diary entries.
Feedback makes friends.
I am NEVER doing that again!
“Sirius, I really don’t think this is a good idea.”
“Oh, come on Moony, it’ll be fun. We haven’t been out together in ages.”
“But… but…”
“You have a very nice butt Moony, now come on!” Sirius dragged a reluctant Remus through the front door.
“There she is. Beautiful!” Remus stared apprehensively at the big black motorbike sitting on the driveway.
“Sirius…” he turned to try and talk his way out of this before he realised Sirius wasn’t standing next to him anymore.
“Hop on Remus.” Sirius was sitting on the bike, patting the rear seat expectantly. He looked so happy and eager; Remus found that he couldn’t deny him this. He sighed and climbed up behind Sirius.
“Let me show you what this baby can do Moony!” He revved the engine and they sped off into the night, Remus holding on to Sirius very tightly, face buried in his back. He was proud that he hadn’t screamed.
He spends so much time with that bike, cleaning it, polishing it, fiddling with it. He’s been trying to get me out on it for ages. Actually, he’s just been trying to get me out of the house for ages. I still haven’t found any work. People just don’t want to hire a werewolf.
But I am not going out on that thing again.
Remus had to agree; it was quite exhilarating riding down the deserted roads. He could feel the wind in his hair. It took him back to full moon when they used to run and play under the moonlight. Except he could see then. He didn’t have the nerve to open his eyes now, and his tight grip on Sirius hadn’t lessened. Not that Sirius was complaining.
“Like it Moony?” Sirius shouted to make himself heard above the engine and the wind.
“Ah…” He wasn’t quite sure how to answer that. He didn’t dislike it. But then, he wouldn’t have said he was loving it either.
Then it felt like his heart stopped.
He felt like he was flying. Opening his eyes a crack, he peered over Sirius’ shoulder.
Then wished he hadn’t.
“Erm… Sirius?”
“Moony?”
“We’re… flying!”
“I know! Arthur Weasley helped me out. Isn’t it great?”
“WEREWOLVES DON’T FLY!”
As soon as Sirius landed the bike, Remus flung himself off it and onto the ground.
“Warn me before you do something like that to me!”
“If I’d told you Moony, you wouldn’t have come.” Remus smiled wryly. That was certainly true. He got slowly to his feet.
“I need a drink.”
He made it up to me last night. And he’s promised that if I ever agree to go on that thing again, he won’t make it fly.
James laughed so much when Sirius told him. I could hear them from upstairs. If I could have moved, I would have gone down and said something. But I think Sirius melted every bone in my body.
We may have waited a long time to ‘do it’ but it was worth the wait.
Remus laughed so hard he started coughing. Clutching his ribs in pain, he calmed himself down. He’d never gotten back on the bike, but Sirius hadn’t minded too much.
Now however, he’d have given anything to climb on that bike behind Sirius.
But he couldn’t.
He sighed softly and picked up his diary again.
He may not have Sirius anymore, but he had the memories they made together.