Warnings: Slash, crude language, adult humor, innuendo, mention of sexual situations (might add more warnings later)
Disclaimers: Harry Potter belongs to JKR and affiliates, of which I am not one. Written for L'amoureuse "50 Phrases Challenge" on HPFC. Quote used is number 29 "After drinking the potion, he fell on the floor writhing in pain."
It had been a week, Remus realized suddenly, since he had confronted Sirius. He had let himself be angry for a few days, because he knew there was a reason behind Sirius' actions; to be honest, the fact that there was a reason made it hurt a lot more than when Remus had managed to trick himself into thinking there wasn't.
That Sirius wouldn't trust him with that reason made it all the worse.
Remus was patient, however. He knew that until all his ill will towards Sirius had receded, that he should wait to hear the explanation. It was obviously something very important, else he wouldn't have done it, and more than that, it must have been a reason that would hurt Remus more than the action.
It was so sobering, and it made Remus wish more than ever that he hadn't ever had anything to do with Sirius Black. He was in deep, and despite Benjy, the crush had not abated, only strengthened.
That was probably why Benjy had broken it off with him that day, but Remus really didn't mind. They were a release for one another, because Sirius Black and Arnold Meyer were both the straight male best friends to two gay men who loved their straight male best friend too much for their own damned good. Of course, several girls had been eavesdropping in library at the time, when Benjy told Remus that it was over, and they had immediately taken Remus' side, but since Remus wasn't even on Remus' side, it was pointless.
It was getting late though. Sirius had one of his detentions with Filch, though a late one, and Remus decided that it was finally time for answers. Maybe. He wasn't sure, really, but if Sirius could bring himself to say it, than more power to him.
But that wasn't why Remus was staring at Sirius' bed... no, he wasn't thinking dirty thoughts – he was too worried for that, strange to say – but rather at what lay on it. A package had been dropped there some hours ago by an owl that had left without even looking at the three boys who had all still been awake at the time.
For some unknown reason, Remus was curious about it. Which made him wonder why he was curious, and therefore more curious than ever before.
Later, his actions would be blamed on Remus being a Gryffindor, never mind a reasonable and forward thinking one. After all, Sirius didn't have any real friends outside of the Marauders, despite the many female (and some male) admirers who liked to think otherwise, and the owls of Sirius' admirers didn't have such serious owls as that one had been.
Finding a potion inside the package was even more interesting.
The label didn't say what it was, but it had a message written in spindly cursive, elegant and swooping over the small slip of paper.
He didn't know why he drank it, didn't know what made his hand pull out the stopper, or forced the other to raise to ice cold glass to his lips. There was no conscious thought involved, only some drive, like an instinct, that made him down the entire phial in one go.
After drinking the potion, he fell on the floor writhing in pain.
Author's Note: Yeah... in the original placement I was going to have Sirius drink a potion at home and have Regulus save him or something, but this seemed so much more dramatic. Next chapter should be out sooner than this one was...