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I was planning to lurk for a while but then kabeyk said "go join". And even though she eats wierd sounding ice-cream I was convinced. I'm obviously easily convinced. That said, I do have a little yen for Blaise and a little yen for Remus. So together that must make a man (sorry that was a bad joke that will only be gotten by Japanese speakers). Okay, I think I'd better stop now and introduce my fic.
Title: The Quiet Ones
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: These characters were invented by JK Rowling. I am warping them for fun not profit.
Word count: 784
Remus used to have an uncle that would say, 'it's the quiet ones that you've got to watch out for'.
James and Sirius were loud and flashy and Peter was focussed on getting their attention. Remus just watched. Perhaps that's why they thought he was the spy. Because he was so quiet, so enigmatic, that they didn't know what he was thinking.
If you sit in the corner of any busy place and just watch, you can learn a lot. Most secrets don't remain secrets if you just pay enough attention. But most people prefer attention paid rather than to pay it.
There's a kinship between the quiet ones, the seconds, the thirds, the unnoticed, the unpopular. Perhaps that was why he noticed Blaise Zabini standing in the corner.
Blaise was beautiful, all dark planes and shining angles. But he wore his beauty silently, carelessly and anonymously so that you could slide over it without seeing it.
It wasn't a surprise to see him at Draco Malfoy's engagement party. It was more of a surprise that Remus was there, even though Draco had never become a deatheater and had reclaimed the family name after the war through donations to various charities including muggle charities. Money really can buy anything, even communal forgetfulness or forgiveness at least. And everyone went to his engagement party, even if they had to be dragged.
The party was rich and sumptuous, full of opulent colours, furs and velvets, and expensive and succulent food and wine. Draco still had something to prove after all. Wealthy snobbish young purebloods mixed with heroes of The Order and laughter rang false to the ear.
Remus, like most, had come out of curiosity. He'd a desire to see the Malfoy Mansion previously so forbidden to those who lived on the edge of pureblood society.
So he stood in one corner and watched Blaise standing in another. Blaise watched the partygoers with hidden curiosity and a half smile: Draco's dramatics, Pansy's hysterics, Ron's molten temper. Until he noticed Remus watching him.
When you're focussed enough on one thing everything else seems to disappear. Watch the flame of a candle with enough concentration and soon that will be all you see. Watch a lover with enough concentration and soon the room will empty of other people.
After some time of silent contemplation across the room Blaise drew his finger down the stem of the wine glass following a drip of red wine that had trailed it's way from the edge of the glass. He put his finger to his lips and sucked the wine off still watching Remus. When he removed his finger from his mouth the tip of his tongue followed as though reluctant to release the sour taste of the wine stained finger.
Remus twisted his own mouth in appreciation. He tilted his head back slightly, exposing his throat and collarbone as he drank his wine, the gulps rippling down his throat.
When he put his glass down he found Blaise standing by his side.
'Mr Zabini.'
'Professor Lupin.'
'It's been a long time since I've been Professor Lupin,' he commented politely.
'Yes.' Blaise smiled slightly.
He stood too close and when he turned to speak Remus felt the moistness of his breath on his cheek.
But the breath evaporated as Blaise turned away again to watch the party. Kingsley Shacklebolt was twisting with Tonks. Pansy Parkinson was slapping Ron Weasley. The guests had had just enough wine to become louder and more at ease.
Remus watched the dancers twist with random grace. He felt the touch of a still damp finger move gently over his collarbone.
'You're not hairy. I'd have thought a werewolf would have been hairy.'
Remus tensed slightly as the finger continued its rub against his collarbone.
But his voice was light.
'You should have paid more attention in your lessons, Mr Zabini, then you'd have known that was not true.'
A mouth replaced the finger that had moved to the curve between neck and shoulder. A tongue reached out to savour the salty flesh taste. Then the mouth moved away.
'You smell of mint.'
'My wife prefers mint shampoo.'
'Is she here? Your wife?' Blaise enquired without much real interest.
'Dancing with Kingsley.'
She danced and laughed loudly, caught up in the drama of the party and fast increasing drunkenness.
'So you shouldn't be letting me do this.'
'Perhaps, not, in public.'
They looked at each other again, eye to eye, still too close.
Blaise smiled suddenly.
'My card.'
This time the mouth closed on Remus' light and quick.
Blaise's voice breathed, 'no one will notice.'
When Blaise had gone Remus turned over the card.
"Sunday, The Leaky Cauldron, Rm 16, 2pm"
'No,' said Remus softly, 'they won't.'
And he smiled.
I was planning to lurk for a while but then kabeyk said "go join". And even though she eats wierd sounding ice-cream I was convinced. I'm obviously easily convinced. That said, I do have a little yen for Blaise and a little yen for Remus. So together that must make a man (sorry that was a bad joke that will only be gotten by Japanese speakers). Okay, I think I'd better stop now and introduce my fic.
Title: The Quiet Ones
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: These characters were invented by JK Rowling. I am warping them for fun not profit.
Word count: 784
Remus used to have an uncle that would say, 'it's the quiet ones that you've got to watch out for'.
James and Sirius were loud and flashy and Peter was focussed on getting their attention. Remus just watched. Perhaps that's why they thought he was the spy. Because he was so quiet, so enigmatic, that they didn't know what he was thinking.
If you sit in the corner of any busy place and just watch, you can learn a lot. Most secrets don't remain secrets if you just pay enough attention. But most people prefer attention paid rather than to pay it.
There's a kinship between the quiet ones, the seconds, the thirds, the unnoticed, the unpopular. Perhaps that was why he noticed Blaise Zabini standing in the corner.
Blaise was beautiful, all dark planes and shining angles. But he wore his beauty silently, carelessly and anonymously so that you could slide over it without seeing it.
It wasn't a surprise to see him at Draco Malfoy's engagement party. It was more of a surprise that Remus was there, even though Draco had never become a deatheater and had reclaimed the family name after the war through donations to various charities including muggle charities. Money really can buy anything, even communal forgetfulness or forgiveness at least. And everyone went to his engagement party, even if they had to be dragged.
The party was rich and sumptuous, full of opulent colours, furs and velvets, and expensive and succulent food and wine. Draco still had something to prove after all. Wealthy snobbish young purebloods mixed with heroes of The Order and laughter rang false to the ear.
Remus, like most, had come out of curiosity. He'd a desire to see the Malfoy Mansion previously so forbidden to those who lived on the edge of pureblood society.
So he stood in one corner and watched Blaise standing in another. Blaise watched the partygoers with hidden curiosity and a half smile: Draco's dramatics, Pansy's hysterics, Ron's molten temper. Until he noticed Remus watching him.
When you're focussed enough on one thing everything else seems to disappear. Watch the flame of a candle with enough concentration and soon that will be all you see. Watch a lover with enough concentration and soon the room will empty of other people.
After some time of silent contemplation across the room Blaise drew his finger down the stem of the wine glass following a drip of red wine that had trailed it's way from the edge of the glass. He put his finger to his lips and sucked the wine off still watching Remus. When he removed his finger from his mouth the tip of his tongue followed as though reluctant to release the sour taste of the wine stained finger.
Remus twisted his own mouth in appreciation. He tilted his head back slightly, exposing his throat and collarbone as he drank his wine, the gulps rippling down his throat.
When he put his glass down he found Blaise standing by his side.
'Mr Zabini.'
'Professor Lupin.'
'It's been a long time since I've been Professor Lupin,' he commented politely.
'Yes.' Blaise smiled slightly.
He stood too close and when he turned to speak Remus felt the moistness of his breath on his cheek.
But the breath evaporated as Blaise turned away again to watch the party. Kingsley Shacklebolt was twisting with Tonks. Pansy Parkinson was slapping Ron Weasley. The guests had had just enough wine to become louder and more at ease.
Remus watched the dancers twist with random grace. He felt the touch of a still damp finger move gently over his collarbone.
'You're not hairy. I'd have thought a werewolf would have been hairy.'
Remus tensed slightly as the finger continued its rub against his collarbone.
But his voice was light.
'You should have paid more attention in your lessons, Mr Zabini, then you'd have known that was not true.'
A mouth replaced the finger that had moved to the curve between neck and shoulder. A tongue reached out to savour the salty flesh taste. Then the mouth moved away.
'You smell of mint.'
'My wife prefers mint shampoo.'
'Is she here? Your wife?' Blaise enquired without much real interest.
'Dancing with Kingsley.'
She danced and laughed loudly, caught up in the drama of the party and fast increasing drunkenness.
'So you shouldn't be letting me do this.'
'Perhaps, not, in public.'
They looked at each other again, eye to eye, still too close.
Blaise smiled suddenly.
'My card.'
This time the mouth closed on Remus' light and quick.
Blaise's voice breathed, 'no one will notice.'
When Blaise had gone Remus turned over the card.
"Sunday, The Leaky Cauldron, Rm 16, 2pm"
'No,' said Remus softly, 'they won't.'
And he smiled.