Padfoot VS Moony

Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter Characters. Just the little plot idea.

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Gryffindor Tower

Remus chewed his lower lip while he wrote his essay for Transfiguration. He furrowed his brow and squinted his eyes as he was in deep contemplation. He pulled his book closer to him, running his free hand through his hair and traced the quill over the diagram showing the proper wand motions. If he could get through his O.W.L.s, he could possibly enjoy the coming summer and time with his boyfriend. It was only January but young Lupin never thought it too early to start studying. He scratched the last paragraph for his homework and laid down the grey quill. Bringing his hands up to his face, he rubbed the heels of his hands to his exhausted blue eyes.

The fire crackling in the common room was very soothing and he was surprised that he was the only one still there. He cracked an eye open and noticed that it was growing close to ten. With a yawn and stretching his arms out, he closed his books and piled them on top of each other with his work neatly. He smoothed out his dark grey sweater and black trousers. He took another moment before he rose and laid his forehead on the table. At least tomorrow was Sunday and he could definitely use the sleep. He closed his eyes for a second longer and tensed slightly, feeling a pair of hands on his shoulders rubbing them tenderly.

"Mr. Moony, you are attempting suicide by homework," Sirius said as he leaned down to kiss the top of the tawny haired lad's head.

"After five years, I think that I'm safe from death by homework. I don't think I've ever seen you crack open a book," Remus said, realizing it was Sirius behind him.

"I open books, love."

"Opening them to draw obscene pictures is hardly studying."

"I'm very serious. At any rate, you're bloody brilliant and that Transfiguration essay isn't due for another two weeks."

Remus leaned his head forward while Sirius kneaded away his tension. He moaned softly and swallowed a bit, closing his eyes.

"I have to make time for things I'm not brilliant at."

"Oh? Such as?" He beamed with pride at how relaxed the slender boy in his hands became.

"Potions. I truly hope that one day I can leave that class without nearly blowing a hole straight through the bloody floor."

"Potions? It's not that bad."

"You don't receive threatening glares from Slughorn because you blow up cauldrons after adding three snake fangs instead of two. I think you, Evans, and Snape are probably his favorites. Well, you would be if you didn't continually try throw ingredients in Snape's cauldron when you get too bored."

"I'm never bored. I find ways of keeping myself amused. And anyways, Snivellus is hardly brilliant. He keeps that hooked nose in that cauldron. No wonder he's always sniffling."

Remus rolled his eyes and leaned back in his chair. He looked up at Sirius standing over him, "You can't give credit where it's due, can you? The guy's not that bad."

"The greasy bat? Right, Moons. You've definitely been studying too hard."

"Nope."

"Yep."

"I study in just the right amount in order to get high marks in my classes."

Sirius shook his head and removed his hands from Remus' shoulders. He stepped to the other side of the table and grabbed a chair, turning it around, and straddled it with his elbows on the back. He arched a brow at his mate.

"You need to loosen up, love."

"And you need to be more involved in your work and not joke so much."

Sirius tilted his head and replied, "I bet you couldn't go one week without having your nose buried in a book."

"I bet you couldn't go a week without calling Snape "Snivellus" or pranking someone."

"Really, now?"

Remus stood up and grabbed his books, holding them under his right arm. He nodded and started walking towards the stairs to go up to their dorm room.

"Yes. Really."

Sirius walked beside him and thought for a moment. He reached forward as Remus put a foot on the first step and grabbed him by the collar of his grey cardigan.

"You're on."

"I'm on what?"

"The bet."

Remus tilted his head to the side and turned around, looking down at Sirius.

"What bet?"

"I bet that you can't go a week without studying like a madman. I accept your wager that I can't go a week without calling Snape "Snivellus" or pranking anyone. I could definitely pull it off," Sirius said arrogantly.

Remus stared at Sirius and smirked. He had one rule when it came to gambling. If the bet was a sure win, then he would take them. For Sirius Orion Black to go even a day without berating the dark Slytherin or causing grief with a prank was implausible. He arched a brow and stood to his full height. He tapped his long, delicate fingers on the book he held close to his heart thoughtfully.

"That means you can't even arrange pranks with the rest of us Marauders. You have to sit out any plans. And, you have to be civil to Severus."

"I have to be civil? How can I be nice.."

"Not nice. Civil. No snide remarks to him. No pranks. Nothing for an entire week. That's seven days, one hundred sixty eight hours, and ten thousand eighty seconds."

Remus' eyebrows went up to his hairline as he announced the details animatedly and rose to his tiptoes.

"Blimey. That's a long time and how did you know those calculations?"

"I'm good with numbers," Remus said with a wink.

"Okay. That means that, aside from homework, you can't close yourself up in books for tests that aren't even scheduled yet. You only get to do the homework that is assigned for that week and you have to actually have fun. When we plan something entertaining, you have to join us."

"But you can't do pranks, remember?"

Sirius waved him off and chuckled, "You can have fun without pranking, love."

Remus leaned against the wall and kept his eyes glued on Sirius.

"All right. What if I win?"

"If you win, then I'm your slave for a week. If I win, you're mine."

"I'm already yours, Padfoot."

"But you have to do anything I say, when I say it. Same goes if you win."

Remus took a step closer and whispered in his ear, "Anything?"

Sirius gasped and nodded slowly.

"Anything."

"Are you sure you want to bet against me, Padfoot?"

"Yes, I am. I am definitely sure of it, Mr. Moony." Sirius stared deep into Remus' blue eyes and held out his hand. Moony took Padfoot's hand and shook it, then raised it to his lips. He gave the back of his lover's hand a kiss with a wicked gleam in his eye.

He answered, "You're on, love."

"You're going down, Moony."

"The time is now 10:15. The bet starts at Midnight tonight and ends next week at this time. Sunday morning at exactly midnight. It ends if, and when, the other person breaks."

"I have less than two hours to do a prank, then."

Remus arched a brow at his mischievous lover. Sirius grinned at him and waved his wand hand, performing a silent spell.

"I'm going to win this one, Remus. You will be at my mercy. No doubt about it."

"We shall see, won't we?" Remus grinned. He leaned in to give Sirius a quick peck on the lips and turned to make his way up to their room. He smirked to himself with one thought: Never underestimate your opponent.

Sirius ran up the stairs to catch up with Remus and lifted his hand back, slapping Moony sharply across the seat of his black trousers.

"Prepare to be my slave!"

He laughed as he raced Moony to the dorm room. When they entered, James and Peter sat on their bed playing a game of Wizard Chess and looked up at the their mates. Remus glared at Sirius as he threw his books on the bed and rubbed the sting from his backside. He had his back turned to them as he kicked off his shoes and heard the three boys laughing.

"What's so funny?"

"I don't know what kind of kinky game you two have going on but really. You shouldn't be so open about it," Prongs said through his laughter.

Remus turned around and narrowed his eyes. "What are you talking about?"

Wormtail pointed at the full length mirror and laughed, "Your back."

The werewolf walked to the mirror and turned around, arching his neck to try to see what was so amusing. His eyes widened at the words: "I'm Sirius Black's Hopeless Love Slave and Naughty Wolf".

"Padfoot! That's my favorite cardigan!"

Sirius fell back into his bed giggling like a maniac. Remus threw off his grey cardigan and sauntered over to Sirius' bed. He leaned down and whispered softly into the older boy's ear, "In one week, we'll see exactly who's the slave." Remus gave him a teasing bite on his neck, making Sirius shudder.

"Guys! Mates! Get a room. Another room besides this one," Prongs cried out and Wormtail covered his eyes.

Remus shook his head and went to his trunk to retrieve his pyjamas and toiletries, heading to the bathroom. He turned around and blew a kiss to Sirius with his wand hand and winked before disappearing behind the door. James and Peter snickered under their hands. Sirius furrowed his brow and stared at them.

"What?"

They pointed to his t-shirt and he looked down at it. He groaned at the words: "Remus Lupin is my Master and I am his bad boy." He bowed his head and sighed.

"This is going to be a very long week," Sirius said while he slipped the shirt off and reached in his own trunk. He withdrew his own pyjamas and closed the curtains around his bed to get changed.

"What in the name of Merlin are you two up to anyways, Padfoot?" Prongs asked.

"We have a friendly gamble going on. I can't perform or plan any pranks for a week. I have to be civil to Snivellus and can't call him that nickname either," he explained and opened the curtains, resting his head on the soft pillows.

"You just did. I guess you lost, huh?" Wormtail smirked.

"It doesn't officially start until midnight."

"What about Moony?" Prongs tilted his head as he moved his next piece across the chess board.

"He can't be a complete bookworm for a week and can only do assignments that are due this week. None of that staying in the library for all hours of the day. He has to actually have fun. He won't last a day, I assure you."

Wormtail stared at the board and moved his next piece, watching as soon as he lifted his hand the Knight crashing down on his Rook.

"Bad move there, Wormy. So, what you betting on? Who wins what?" Prongs asked while making his next move.

"Whoever loses becomes the slave of the winner for a week."

"Moony's going to win, you know?"

Wormtail looked up at James as he slid his piece into the next square and nodded.

"Oh, ye of little faith. I will have Moony begging for mercy. He doesn't stand a chance," Sirius said, stretching out across his own bed.

Prongs smirked to himself and moved the final piece to win the game, watching as he captured Wormtail's King and his Queen demolishing Wormtail's piece. Peter lowered his head and sighed.

"Peter?"

"Yes, Jamie?"

"Put me down for ten galleons saying Moony wins."

Sirius' eyes widened in shock. "You're betting against me?"

They watched as Moony padded back into the room and nestled under the duvet. He looked at the time and decided to get in one more hour of reading his Potion's book.

"Better make it twenty, Pete," Prongs said with a grin.

TBC~

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A/N: Just an idea I had. Like it? Suggestions? R&R and tell me who you'd put your galleons on to win the bet. Thanks for reading :-)