ball - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 301
“You know, the Yule Ball is incredibly heteronormative,” Sirius mumbled to Marlene, who was working with him in Potions that day. “As is dating in general. I mean…come on! How the fuck are gay couples supposed to figure out who asks who out? The whole thing’s insane! When there’s two of the same, what happens? Neither knows what to do!”
Marlene shot him a withering look. “Wow, heteronormative? I didn’t know you knew such big words. Strange that you weren’t this progressive last year when you asked me by saying ‘Oi, McKinnon! Nice rack, wanna be my date to the Ball?'”
Sirius frowned at her. “Not helpful.”
“Why don’t you just ask him?” Marlene smirked, adding some boomslang skin to their potion.
Sirius gave her a shocked look. “But Marls! I- I don’t want to! Plus, he’s…he doesn’t wear nail polish or eyeliner, so he…should. And…what if he says no?”
“Didn’t he have his tongue down your throat twenty minutes ago? And that’s like…the opposite of ignoring gender roles and heteronormativity,” she pointed out, rolling her eyes.
“The kissing hardly matters,” Sirius shrugged, but his eyes sparkled. “And yeah, gender roles aren’t important but…I mean, he’s…he’s taller. So…he should be the one.”
Sighing, and mumbling about stupid boys, Marlene decided to take matters into her own hands. “Oi, Lupin?”
Across the classroom, Remus looked up. “Yeah?” he called.
“Will you go to the Yule Ball with Black?” she asked, ignoring Sirius’s frantic grabs at her arm.
Remus grinned and tilted his head. “Only if he’ll go with me.”
She heard Sirius let out a little whimper and she resisted the urge to cackle at him. “He’d love to,” she replied.
“Sorted,” Remus replied, grinning.
When she turned back to Sirius, she’d never seen him more red. “You’re welcome,” she said smugly.