#Tiem to sleep for a billion years

[sundime]

Prof H. Slughorn, Summer '77, Group B: "On love potions & extended." (read here) wolfstar, 30k, 3/10, love potion fic

“It just - it irks me,” Sirius starts saying, nonplussed. “It’s our last bloody year, isn’t it?”

“So what?” Remus replies, feeling hazed.

“So… I don’t know.” Sirius bristles, shaking off his shoulders. “I’d want, like. A shag in the Astronomy Tower if I were you.”

He says it with such pudgy suspicion that Remus almost waits for him to open his mouth and announce he has gathered proof of Remus being bent, already hauled off to the Great Hall in a Howler repurposed from his mother. Like a controversy release in the Prophet. Like a congenital, natural disadvantage. 

“Who says I haven’t?” He asks, a bit breathless.

Sirius raises his brows. “Have you?” 

Remus huffs. “No.”

Sirius leans back, ribs sinking with his breath. He tilts his head at Remus, debating.

--- The love potion part of the love potion fic is here uh huh