Ficlet: Every Time
Feb. 21st, 2008 09:45 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
trinitydayTitle: Every Time
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Sirius/James
Word Count: 646
Written for: ...something. Unfortunately, my computer had crashed between writing and posting, and the SiriusXJames group has been deleted, so I can't find the original prompt/challenge.
James was sighing, rather obviously, and moving impatiently as if he were on the verge of doing or saying something and biting his tongue at the last second every single time, but since this was all happening out of the corner of his eye, Sirius refused to acknowledge it. If James was going to tell him to shut up about his marks in Runes, then he wasn’t going to ask what James’ problem might be.
“Are you still sulking?” James asked at last.
“No.”
“I’ve something that’ll cheer you up,” he said, sitting down on Sirius’ bed. Even though it was a little more obvious now what he was doing, Sirius still didn’t turn around and look at him.
“I’m not sulking,” he repeated before thinking better of it. “What will cheer me up?”
“Guess.” Sirius didn’t have to look at James to know there was a wide smile on his face, the type that Sirius loved so much.
“Okay,” Sirius said, thinking hard. “Jimmy Page.”
That took James aback. “What? Who--what?” He paused, as the reference clicked, then groaned. “Not that band again.”
James, for all that Sirius loved him, had a few, glaring faults, the most grievous of which was the fact that he refused to budge from his prejudice against Muggle music despite having heard otherwise. No matter how often Sirius listened to it, James refused to admit its superiority to the warbling of Celestina Warbeck and other such dreck. He only just recognized Led Zeppelin, along with Jimmy Page and Robert Plant, and only then because Sirius was constantly playing those few records he’d gotten on the Hogwarts black market (the Muggleborn Sarah Samuels in Ravenclaw was especially adept at transforming the Muggle technology into something more sensible that could be played even on Hogwarts grounds).
Sirius stopped glowering at his pillow long enough to flip onto his back and glower at James. “The greatest musicians known to man, centaur, werewolf, goblin and merman is not and should never be referred to ‘that band’.”
James rolled his eyes, but he didn’t try insulting Sirius again. “No, I don’t have Jimmy Plant.”
“Jimmy Page,” Sirius corrected.
“Sorry,” James said, although he really didn’t sound like he meant it. “Jimmy Page.”
“Robert Plant?” Sirius queried next.
“What?” He looked genuinely puzzled and Sirius wondered if James had forgotten what their conversation was even about because not recognizing the name wasn’t a possibility.
“Robert Plant,” Sirius repeated, a tad impatiently. “Is that what will cheer me up?”
“No,” James scowled. But since this time he remembered who Robert Plant was Sirius decided that, scowling aside, he didn’t have to give him yet another lecture on the merits of Led Zeppelin (the list of which, despite what James decried, was not topped by the mere fact that the members were all very shaggable).
“The hat!” Sirius said, triumphantly.
“Do you ever stop thinking about that band for more than two seconds?” James exploded. Sirius thought it a rather harsh way to tell him know, he had not guessed the manner of his cheering up correctly.
“Firstly,” Sirius said, sitting up because it was difficult to deliver a lecture when you were lying on your bed. “They are not--”
He didn’t get any further than that because James covered his mouth with his own. By the time they came up again for air, Sirius wasn’t feeling very inclined to continue with the scolding. After all, had much better things to occupy his time now.
Sirius was grinning like a mad man, he knew, and James noticed it, too. “Still feeling sulky?” he teased lightly.
“No.” That was the extent of the conversation Sirius was willing have right then, but James wouldn’t let them get back to snogging just yet.
“Works every time,” he added smugly.
Funnily enough, Sirius had been thinking the exact same thing.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Sirius/James
Word Count: 646
Written for: ...something. Unfortunately, my computer had crashed between writing and posting, and the SiriusXJames group has been deleted, so I can't find the original prompt/challenge.
James was sighing, rather obviously, and moving impatiently as if he were on the verge of doing or saying something and biting his tongue at the last second every single time, but since this was all happening out of the corner of his eye, Sirius refused to acknowledge it. If James was going to tell him to shut up about his marks in Runes, then he wasn’t going to ask what James’ problem might be.
“Are you still sulking?” James asked at last.
“No.”
“I’ve something that’ll cheer you up,” he said, sitting down on Sirius’ bed. Even though it was a little more obvious now what he was doing, Sirius still didn’t turn around and look at him.
“I’m not sulking,” he repeated before thinking better of it. “What will cheer me up?”
“Guess.” Sirius didn’t have to look at James to know there was a wide smile on his face, the type that Sirius loved so much.
“Okay,” Sirius said, thinking hard. “Jimmy Page.”
That took James aback. “What? Who--what?” He paused, as the reference clicked, then groaned. “Not that band again.”
James, for all that Sirius loved him, had a few, glaring faults, the most grievous of which was the fact that he refused to budge from his prejudice against Muggle music despite having heard otherwise. No matter how often Sirius listened to it, James refused to admit its superiority to the warbling of Celestina Warbeck and other such dreck. He only just recognized Led Zeppelin, along with Jimmy Page and Robert Plant, and only then because Sirius was constantly playing those few records he’d gotten on the Hogwarts black market (the Muggleborn Sarah Samuels in Ravenclaw was especially adept at transforming the Muggle technology into something more sensible that could be played even on Hogwarts grounds).
Sirius stopped glowering at his pillow long enough to flip onto his back and glower at James. “The greatest musicians known to man, centaur, werewolf, goblin and merman is not and should never be referred to ‘that band’.”
James rolled his eyes, but he didn’t try insulting Sirius again. “No, I don’t have Jimmy Plant.”
“Jimmy Page,” Sirius corrected.
“Sorry,” James said, although he really didn’t sound like he meant it. “Jimmy Page.”
“Robert Plant?” Sirius queried next.
“What?” He looked genuinely puzzled and Sirius wondered if James had forgotten what their conversation was even about because not recognizing the name wasn’t a possibility.
“Robert Plant,” Sirius repeated, a tad impatiently. “Is that what will cheer me up?”
“No,” James scowled. But since this time he remembered who Robert Plant was Sirius decided that, scowling aside, he didn’t have to give him yet another lecture on the merits of Led Zeppelin (the list of which, despite what James decried, was not topped by the mere fact that the members were all very shaggable).
“The hat!” Sirius said, triumphantly.
“Do you ever stop thinking about that band for more than two seconds?” James exploded. Sirius thought it a rather harsh way to tell him know, he had not guessed the manner of his cheering up correctly.
“Firstly,” Sirius said, sitting up because it was difficult to deliver a lecture when you were lying on your bed. “They are not--”
He didn’t get any further than that because James covered his mouth with his own. By the time they came up again for air, Sirius wasn’t feeling very inclined to continue with the scolding. After all, had much better things to occupy his time now.
Sirius was grinning like a mad man, he knew, and James noticed it, too. “Still feeling sulky?” he teased lightly.
“No.” That was the extent of the conversation Sirius was willing have right then, but James wouldn’t let them get back to snogging just yet.
“Works every time,” he added smugly.
Funnily enough, Sirius had been thinking the exact same thing.