Breakfast and Promises

Title: Breakfast and Promises
Pairing: Sirius/Remus *gush puppy love*
Rating: I dun know...PG?
Spoilers: Hmm...PoA?
Disclaimer:...fk you JKRowling...the two of them would be in a much happier...alive....r...state if they were mine...Oh and I guess I should throw in Frou Frou's Hear Me Out...because that song totally inspired this.

ON TO THE CRAPPITY CRAP ONESHOT I WROTE AT 2 IN THE MORNING!

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Precisely two days after arriving at Number 12 Grimmauld, Sirius wonders whether he should show up at Remus’ doorstep as Padfoot. Or maybe he could floo in but he thinks that it would be too awkward, too many “umms”, “ahhs” and the such. Its boring there alone with no one to keep him company other than the cobwebs dusting the black corners of the living room, his mother’s portrait (God, that woman never shuts up), and Kreacher (he’s about only good for target practice and that got old the first three hundred times.)

 

Sirius knows sitting around staring at your numerous sneering inbreeding cousins etched deep onto the fabric of your father’s tapestries won’t get Remus to come so he writes a letter instead, which he plans on owling to him.

 

Sirius isn’t sure how to address Remus. Was Moony too close, was Remus too distant? He isn’t even sure what they’ll say once they meet. Thirteen years apart. From from best friends to lovers. From lovers to enemies. But all he knows is that he needs to see his packmate. He longs for someone to touch, to listen and to talk to. Particularly, someone named Remus J. Lupin.

 

It takes him four hours to finish up a total of three sentences (James would’ve been proud seeing as how he usually gives one word replies and the like.) Breakfast is what he has in mind, but he’ll be glad for any other mealtime if Moony is busy. The family’s hawk owl dispatches around midnight before heading off to bed, throwing the routine glare at his mother (YOU SHAMELESS BASTARD OF A SON) and finally falls asleep at half past three.

 

Breakfast wakes him up the next day and he’s surprised it doesn’t come with words of damnation. The smell is familiar and strange because he hasn’t had any food resembling..to well..food for awhile. With little mind to straighten his shirt or fix his horrible bed head (not that it was THAT bad mind you) Sirius stumbles down the stairs and follows the trail lingering warmly in the air. The sight that greets him shouldn’t shock him but it does.

 

“You’re here,” Sirius whispers, words cracking. He hopes Remus doesn’t notice it comes out almost as a question because that’s how it sounded to him.

 

Remus in his ugly brown patchy robes, strands of grey hair streaking his auburn head, and making him breakfast form the looks of it. Merlin, wishes do come true!

 

“It sounded like you needed company. I’ve been busy with the Order so I haven’t been able to stop by much.” Remus answers, just so he doesn’t have to ask “why’s”, "what’s” and “how’s.” Remus who was always so concise about everything, who never bothers wasting words if he doesn't have to, leaves him feeling childish for yearning.

 

Sirius’ stomach gets the best of him and churns. Remus gives him that small smile that reminds him off Moony.

 

 “Food’s almost ready. I had to fight Kreacher away from the pots. He thinks I’m here to steal the Black heirlooms.”

 

Sirius fumbles for words to say. Small talk, idle chit chat, anything really to hear Remus’ voice but he doesn’t say anything. He’s afraid of the guilt he will see on Remus’ face if he says anything about what had happened. Or the pity for a man locked up for 13 years in Azkaban. He wants to talk about the weather, who is in the running for the Cup at Hogwarts, or maybe if Remus is living fine without him.

 

Sirius stares at the back of his hand wondering what’s gotten his tongue today. Being brash is something safe, but around Rem-Moony now, its hard…harder. His mind jerks to attention when he sees Remus’ long fingers come into focus, cupping the black curves of china dating centuries back. 

 

“It’s not your fault, Sirius.” Remus breathes out as Sirius takes his plate of half baked tatter tots and fresh black coffee, the way Sirius always prefers his coffee.

 

They shouldn’t discuss this over breakfast, Sirius thinks because its much to early to talk about such morbid issues. Breakfast should come with good news so the rest of his day won’t be spoiled. But then again, he doubts he’s normal enough for that now.

 

“Just hear me out, okay?” Remus uses that tone, the one that tells him to shut his mouth and listen up. The pitch that says this time you need to listen and don’t you dare look anywhere else but me. “We should’ve trusted more. We should’ve known better. Too young to know what we were doing, So foolish, Sirius. But its ok. You’re here now and that’s all that matters. I’m working on getting you a wand. Pretty soon you’ll be able to magic as well”

 

Sirius sees how Remus has grown, how the young man has become an adult. Remus tells him reassurances to ease his doubts like he always has. But he still hears the quiteness of uncertainity in Remus’ voice, the minute lack of confidence in himself and he wonders if Remus is depending on his reaction to see if it really is going to be fine. But Sirius wants to know more than just okay and fine.

 

“Are you over me yet, Moony?” Sirius asks at the end. Because now that he knows all of the other questions he’s had inside, he wants to know the biggest question of them all. Has Remus moved on with his life? It’s horribly vain to ask, but that’s a virtue he’s allowed to. Being a Black and all.

 

Remus coughs and looks at a point somewhere behind Sirius. Perhaps to the left, a bit below his ear. His reply is so soft that Sirius has to push forward onto the counter to hear, “I don’t know. Maybe.”

 

Sirius is convinced that this is some Moony-ese way for trying to getting out of a sticky situation. It screams too much too soon. He ponders if he should push it, let his mile wide wicked streak do his talking for him but he decides that maybe he should try acting his age too. Whatever his age is.

 

Sirius settles for a safe topic at last as he shoves spoonfuls of tatter tots drenched in ketchup down his throat,“This really beats the drivel they fed me. A bit of stale bread of I was lucky.”

 

“There’s more if you want some,” Remus puts more onto his plate without waiting.Really his stomach just wouldn’t settle down.

 

“I’ll be fit again soon enough, I bet. If you made food like this for me everyday. Kreacher doesn’t exactly like me. His idea of dinner is three day old fish and chips.”

 

Remus laughs and believes Kreacher would do something like that. “Alright. I suppose it won’t do to live on Kreacher’s cooking. But I might not be able to come every week much less everyday, you know.”

 

“I know.”

 

“Good.”

 

Sirius sips his bitter coffee and decides that he should clean up since Remus made the meal.

 

“So you’ll be here tomorrow right, Moony?” 

 

Remus rolls his eyes and nods because he knows Sirius has already won.

 

The End

 

PS: They died the next day because Moony’s eggs gave them the runs.

Totally unbeta-ed and totally for Tzuki...just cuz she wrote me some nice puppy love in return