“I just don’t!” Sirius insisted, shrugging and looking to his friends. “I’m not saying it like I’m better than anyone! It’s just a fact!”
Remus and Peter rolled their eyes, but James was the one to actually say something. “You’re saying you don’t blush? Not at all?” he asked, narrowing his eyes.
“I mean, I get flushed when I drink or eat something spicy. But I don’t blush or get embarrassed,” Sirius said casually, grinning. “Maybe I just have no shame.”
“While I completely believe you have no shame…” James smirked, “I’ve definitely seen you blush before.”
“I bet I can make you blush in the next two minutes,” he challenged, narrowing his eyes.
Sirius raised his head. “You’re on!”
James stood from his spot on the floor, but rather than approach Sirius like everyone expected, he walked over to Remus and whispered something in his ear.
“What?!?” Remus whisper-shouted, nearly falling from his bed as he recoiled. “Prongs, that won’t-”
“Trust me,” James said beseechingly. “If it doesn’t work, I…won’t ask you to do my homework for a whole week.”
Remus frowned. “A month,” he countered.
So then, Remus stood, walking over to Sirius with a nervous, slightly-apologetic look on his face. “Erm, Pads…” he said, voice shaking a bit. “You’ve got something right…” and he leaned forward, face only inches from Sirius’s, and used his thumb to slowly swipe at Sirius’s pale skin, staring into his eyes the entire time.
The effect was immediate. Sirius turned scarlet and began blinking rapidly, his breath coming in little puffs. When Remus pulled back, James and Peter burst out laughing.
“‘Doesn’t blush’ my arse,” Peter chuckled, wiping at the tears running down his face.
But Remus wasn’t laughing. He was too busy staring with wonder at Sirius’s bright-red complexion. Had he really blushed because of him?
