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Harry Potter, "Will You?" Sirius/Remus Drabble
Fandom: Harry Potter
Title: Will you?
Word Count: 492
Genre: Humor/Romance
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Sirius/Remus; Lily/James
Warnings:slash implied
Summary: “Wha --? But I’m a boy, Padfoot. You can’t take another boy out to the dance floor!”
Will you?
Sirius observed the dance crowd with a bored look while Remus leaned against the wall and watched the energetic school ball silently beside him.
James had charmed Lily onto the dance floor, and even Peter had been asked to dance by some pudgy Hufflepuff girl. But for Sirius, his moody disposition had scared off his potential dance partners, even though he was handsome enough to have rows of girls after him.
“Come on, then, Padfoot, why don’t you go dance instead of telling every girl to piss off?” Remus nudged.
“I’ve made up my mind, Moony. I don’t want to dance with any of these ninnies.” He leaned against the wall rubbing shoulders with Remus. “Dances are so boring.”
Remus chuckled lightly beside him, turning his gaze back to the dance floor. He wasn’t at all surprised no one asked him to dance. Either Remus scared the girls or they felt he was too poor and pathetic. Sirius knew this and stayed by him anyway, despite turning down many girls in the process.
“Padfoot ...” Remus said sternly, as another Slytherin girl started to come over, giving Sirius a smarmy look.
Then suddenly Sirius grabbed Remus’s arm and led him toward the dance floor.
“Moony, come dance with me,” Sirius urged, and Remus looked at him dumbfounded and slightly embarrassed.
“Wha --? But I’m a boy, Padfoot. You can’t take another boy out to the dance floor!” Remus flustered.
“Rubbish. Who says that?”
“But Sirius, what will everyone think? What will they say?”
“Who bloody cares? If anything, the look on their faces will be worth it!” He pushed Remus past the stunned Slytherin girl and settled onto the dance floor. Sirius gave him a Cheshire grin. He cocked an eyebrow at him, and he felt Remus tremble in his arms. “I’ll lead, Moony.”
Remus nodded, and as soon as he was swept up in Sirius’s arms they heard gasps from the crowd. Several of the teachers shook their heads certain it was another joke. Some people snickered and whistled at them. In the corner of his eye, Remus saw several girls blush and watch them intently, and he inwardly groaned at all the things they could be fantasizing about.
“Don’t worry about them,” Sirius said with a jubilant smirk on his face. He looked over at James who winked at him with a smiling Lily. Remus then met Sirius’s eyes, and the background started to blur. “Just dance, Moony.”
And suddenly, what others thought didn’t matter anymore. He didn’t care if it was a ploy for Sirius to get away from the girls. All in all, Remus could hope that Sirius did it because he cared, that he saw that Remus was lonely at not being asked to dance.
Remus returned Sirius’s grin, and they stopped for a moment. “Will you dip me, Padfoot?”
Sirius bent down close to his ear and whispered in a smooth tone. “I most certainly will.”

Title: Will you?
Word Count: 492
Genre: Humor/Romance
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Sirius/Remus; Lily/James
Warnings:slash implied
Summary: “Wha --? But I’m a boy, Padfoot. You can’t take another boy out to the dance floor!”
Will you?
Sirius observed the dance crowd with a bored look while Remus leaned against the wall and watched the energetic school ball silently beside him.
James had charmed Lily onto the dance floor, and even Peter had been asked to dance by some pudgy Hufflepuff girl. But for Sirius, his moody disposition had scared off his potential dance partners, even though he was handsome enough to have rows of girls after him.
“Come on, then, Padfoot, why don’t you go dance instead of telling every girl to piss off?” Remus nudged.
“I’ve made up my mind, Moony. I don’t want to dance with any of these ninnies.” He leaned against the wall rubbing shoulders with Remus. “Dances are so boring.”
Remus chuckled lightly beside him, turning his gaze back to the dance floor. He wasn’t at all surprised no one asked him to dance. Either Remus scared the girls or they felt he was too poor and pathetic. Sirius knew this and stayed by him anyway, despite turning down many girls in the process.
“Padfoot ...” Remus said sternly, as another Slytherin girl started to come over, giving Sirius a smarmy look.
Then suddenly Sirius grabbed Remus’s arm and led him toward the dance floor.
“Moony, come dance with me,” Sirius urged, and Remus looked at him dumbfounded and slightly embarrassed.
“Wha --? But I’m a boy, Padfoot. You can’t take another boy out to the dance floor!” Remus flustered.
“Rubbish. Who says that?”
“But Sirius, what will everyone think? What will they say?”
“Who bloody cares? If anything, the look on their faces will be worth it!” He pushed Remus past the stunned Slytherin girl and settled onto the dance floor. Sirius gave him a Cheshire grin. He cocked an eyebrow at him, and he felt Remus tremble in his arms. “I’ll lead, Moony.”
Remus nodded, and as soon as he was swept up in Sirius’s arms they heard gasps from the crowd. Several of the teachers shook their heads certain it was another joke. Some people snickered and whistled at them. In the corner of his eye, Remus saw several girls blush and watch them intently, and he inwardly groaned at all the things they could be fantasizing about.
“Don’t worry about them,” Sirius said with a jubilant smirk on his face. He looked over at James who winked at him with a smiling Lily. Remus then met Sirius’s eyes, and the background started to blur. “Just dance, Moony.”
And suddenly, what others thought didn’t matter anymore. He didn’t care if it was a ploy for Sirius to get away from the girls. All in all, Remus could hope that Sirius did it because he cared, that he saw that Remus was lonely at not being asked to dance.
Remus returned Sirius’s grin, and they stopped for a moment. “Will you dip me, Padfoot?”
Sirius bent down close to his ear and whispered in a smooth tone. “I most certainly will.”
