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Fic: Happy Birthdays
Oct. 24th, 2003 09:55 pm...And I completely forgot to post the drabble I finished yesterday. Written for Prongs' birthday, over on the SiriusXJames Yahoogroup. So, obviously, it's slash. Don't read if that's not your sort of thing.
Title: Happy Birthdays
Author: Trinity Day
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling's. Not mine.
Word Count: 300 (3 sections of 100)
When no one wished Sirius a happy birthday, he wasn’t worried. It was obvious that they were planning something big later. They had even quickly changed the subject when he had neared earlier.
When dinner was done and no one showed any signs of wanting to distract him, Sirius began to worry.
When Remus, after looking at his homework planner and noticing the date, said, “Happy Birthday,” Sirius was numb.
When Sirius looked over at his boyfriend, James was too busy laughing with some of the Quidditch players to spare him a glance.
Suddenly Sirius couldn’t breathe.
He’d been forgotten.
*
“You’re sulking,” James said from the doorway.
Sirius wouldn’t look at James. He had listened to the boy come up the stairs, curse at finding the door locked and finally magic it open. But Sirius wouldn’t give James the satisfaction of looking at him.
“You’re sulking,” James said again when it became apparent the first statement wasn’t getting a response. He crossed his arms over his chest, although Sirius couldn’t see the action. James watched Sirius intently; Sirius studiously avoided watching James.
“Sirius…” A firm warning.
“Sirius…” Exasperation.
“Sirius…” Quiet this time. Pleading.
Then, just as soft. “I didn’t forget.”
*
Slowly, Sirius turned to look at James.
“How could you think that I would forget?” his boyfriend asked.
“No one said anything,” Sirius sniffed.
“It was supposed to be a surprise.”
“But you weren’t trying to get rid of me to set up for the party.”
“Who said anything about a party?” James asked. “I’ve planned something better.”
Sirius cocked his head inquisitively while James drew close. “I got Peter and Remus to agree to sleep elsewhere tonight. We’ve got the room to ourselves all night.”
Sirius had to admit it was the best present a boyfriend could ask for.
Title: Happy Birthdays
Author: Trinity Day
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling's. Not mine.
Word Count: 300 (3 sections of 100)
When no one wished Sirius a happy birthday, he wasn’t worried. It was obvious that they were planning something big later. They had even quickly changed the subject when he had neared earlier.
When dinner was done and no one showed any signs of wanting to distract him, Sirius began to worry.
When Remus, after looking at his homework planner and noticing the date, said, “Happy Birthday,” Sirius was numb.
When Sirius looked over at his boyfriend, James was too busy laughing with some of the Quidditch players to spare him a glance.
Suddenly Sirius couldn’t breathe.
He’d been forgotten.
“You’re sulking,” James said from the doorway.
Sirius wouldn’t look at James. He had listened to the boy come up the stairs, curse at finding the door locked and finally magic it open. But Sirius wouldn’t give James the satisfaction of looking at him.
“You’re sulking,” James said again when it became apparent the first statement wasn’t getting a response. He crossed his arms over his chest, although Sirius couldn’t see the action. James watched Sirius intently; Sirius studiously avoided watching James.
“Sirius…” A firm warning.
“Sirius…” Exasperation.
“Sirius…” Quiet this time. Pleading.
Then, just as soft. “I didn’t forget.”
Slowly, Sirius turned to look at James.
“How could you think that I would forget?” his boyfriend asked.
“No one said anything,” Sirius sniffed.
“It was supposed to be a surprise.”
“But you weren’t trying to get rid of me to set up for the party.”
“Who said anything about a party?” James asked. “I’ve planned something better.”
Sirius cocked his head inquisitively while James drew close. “I got Peter and Remus to agree to sleep elsewhere tonight. We’ve got the room to ourselves all night.”
Sirius had to admit it was the best present a boyfriend could ask for.