Too Damn Hot

It's well after midnight, and it's still too hot to think properly. I hate the British summer. One day you're shivering in jumpers, and the next the temperature rises and rises, and the humidity is worse, and of course there's no such thing as air conditioning, because it's just not British.

I am too hot to write gen fic, so have some fluff.

Title: Staying Cool
Words: 1135
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I am not JKR. They don't belong to me. I'm just playing.
Summary: It's too damn hot, and Remus can't even take any clothes off in case Sirius gets the wrong idea.

( After a fair amount of hexing and bickering, he had found himself climbing through the castle, a heat-grumpy Sirius on his heels. )

Oooh, bandwagon! *jumps*

O_O I got angst. Everyone else gets happy endings and I get angst? *wibbles*


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