Author's Note: This is for the "Playlist Challenge." Basically, I put my iPod on shuffle and wrote a Sirius/Remus drabble about the first ten songs that came up (they're really random!). The challenge was to only do ten songs, but I had so much fun writing this that I think I will add some more chapters of songs/drabbles. (:

On a Wave of Music and Love

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Living on a Prayer (Bon Jovi)

We've got to hold on to what we've got
'Cause it doesn't make a difference if we make it or not.
We've got each other and that's a lot for love -
We'll give it a shot.
We're half way there - Livin' on a prayer
Take my hand and we'll make it
I swear - livin' on a prayer.

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"Well," Sirius says, fidgeting slightly. "This is it. Home sweet home." He shoots Remus a worried look. "Sorry it isn't much."

The flat is shabby, to put it nicely, and the paint is peeling and what little furniture there is seems to be broken. Something that looks suspiciously like a cockroach scurries behind the holey couch.

Remus grins. "It's perfect."

Sirius still looks nervous. "You sure? It's dirt cheap, but it was all I could afford, really. I didn't want to spend all of Alphard's gold on the first month's rent, because I think we're going to need it to survive. I'm not going to make much at my job for a while, until I gain experience."

Unspoken is the implication that Remus won't be contributing to the rent, or anything for that matter, due to his difficulties of getting a job with his "furry little problem."

Remus shakes his head. "Sorry."

"What are you sorry for?" Sirius snaps. "It's not your fault, you can't, but I can, and I'm making shit. Which I don't mind, I still like the job, but we won't exactly be living nicely for a while."

Remus sighs. "Really, Pads, I don't care. I love the flat. It has…character. And besides, I don't need a fancy place to stay. I have you."

Sirius slowly grins. "Yeah. Yeah, you do."

"Love you, Pads."

"Love you too, Moony. Want to see the bedroom?" Sirius grins mischievously and grabs Remus' hand.

Lights (Journey)

It's sad, oh, there's been mornings out on the road, without you, without your charms

Ooh, my, my, my, my, my

When the lights go down in the city, and the sun shines on the bay,

Do I want to be there in my city, oh, oh

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"I miss London," Sirius grumbles, prodding at their shoddily built fire with his wand, and jumping back as the flames burst into the air.

James waves his wand lazily, making the flames return to normal. "You just miss Moony."

"Yeah, well, that too," Sirius says, sighing. That is the one thing about his Auror duties he hates. He loves being out in the midst of the battle, he loves working with his best mate, he loves knowing that he's helping crush the Death-Eaters, but he hates being out in the middle of nowhere for days and days, scouting out Death-Eater locations. He misses London, he misses his flat and that nice pub down the street, and he misses Remus like mad.

Rocket Man (Elton John)

And I think it's going to be a long, long time

Til touchdown brings me round again to find

I'm not the man they think I am at home,

Oh no, no, no, I'm a rocket man

Rocket man, burning out his fuse up here alone

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Out in the woods, with only vicious werewolves as company, Remus doesn't feel like Remus anymore. He's not the man everyone thinks he is; he's not even Moony, the werewolf who still has a shred of control, due to his loyal pack. No, he's a true monster, heartless and ruthless, and he wonders if he'll ever regain control, if he'll ever come home and be able to act normally with other people, with Sirius.

He misses Sirius, who he barely gets to see anymore, what with their conflicting schedules. And he hates having to keep this a secret from him, and he knows that the secrets are tearing holes in their relationship.

Remus sighs, and looks up at the sky. The full moon should be in effect soon, and Remus rips his shirt off, preparing to transform. It's harder than it normally is. Remus hates transforming alone.

Does Your Mother Know (ABBA)

And I can chat with you baby
Flirt a little maybe
Does your mother know that you're out?

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It's the summer before sixth year, and Remus wakes up to a pounding on his window. He blearily opens it, and sees Sirius, perched on his windowsill, grinning at him.

"Hey Moony!"

"Sirius?" Remus asks, utterly bemused. "What are you doing here? At…three in the morning?"

Sirius grins. "Well, I couldn't sleep, and James is visiting his grandparents in Wales, and you know how Peter's mum is, so I thought, let's go see Moony!"

Remus frowns, still confused, but opens the window fully, and Sirius tumbles in. He leaps on the bed and promptly makes himself comfortable.

Remus awkwardly perches on the side of his bed. "Be quiet though. My mum will have a fit if she knows you're here."

Sirius grins. "Don't worry. I'm an expert at making myself invisible."

Remus feels a sudden rush of sympathy for Sirius, but masks it by grinning at him. "So, how's your summer been?"

Sirius makes a face. "Horrible. My mum's a shrew."

"Does she know you're here?" Remus asks slowly.

Sirius suddenly leans forward and kisses him. He pulls back slightly. "Let's not talk about my mother."

Remus blinks with surprise, but nods eagerly. "Okay. Let's…." He trails off and looks hopefully at Sirius, and Sirius smirks, and then is kissing him again.

You and Me (Lighthouse)

And it's you and me and all of the people
And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you
One of the things that I want to say just aren't coming out right
I'm tripping on words
You've got my head spinning
I don't know where to go from here

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They're standing in the midst of the aftermath of a battle, and corpses and the wounded are strewn around them. Sirius can't look at them; he just stares at Remus, drinking in him. Remus' eyes meet his, and neither of them can tear their eyes away.

Sirius takes a step closer to him and smiles weakly. "I thought- Merlin. I'm glad you're okay."

It's so weak, so inefficient, but Remus smiles. "Likewise."

Sirius tries to speak again, but he finds that he can't properly say anything. He feels like he's sucked into Remus' warm amber eyes and it's there he feels safe. "I, I love you," he manages.

"I love you too," Remus replies automatically, but all around him are the bodies of the dead, someone else's loved one, and the words are laced with an icy fear that grips both of their hearts.

Iris (Goo Goo Dolls)

And I'd give up forever to touch you
Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now

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"Do you believe in heaven?" Remus asks suddenly. They're lying on a blanket, under the stars and the cool summer night. Sirius has snuck out of his house again, and this time, Remus was waiting for him with a crooked grin and a plan to spend the night in the park.

"I dunno," Sirius says, inching closer to Remus. "Do you?"

Remus nods, his fingers running through Sirius' hair. "But werewolves won't get to Heaven. We're Dark creatures."

"How do you know that?" Sirius demands.

Remus shrugs. "I just know."

Sirius kisses him, then, and smiles. "I won't go to Heaven then, either. I'll stay with you."

Remus chuckles softly. "That's a lot to give up."

"I don't need it," Sirius says simply. "As corny as this sounds, you're my Heaven."

Boston (Augustana)

In the light of the sun, is there anyone? Oh it has begun

Oh dear, you look so lost, eyes are red and tears are shed

This world you must've crossed,

You said….you don't know me, you don't even care

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"I'm sorry."

Remus won't look at him. He swats furiously at his eyes, red and leaking with tears.

"Remus, I'm sorry."

"Oh, shut up," Remus spits out, feeling as if he's going to start crying again. "Did you even think about me? About how hard it would have been for me if I had killed him? If something had happened? Do you even care?"

"Remus, of course I care," Sirius says frantically, looking close to tears himself. "I'm so sorry, I wasn't thinking."

"Yeah," Remus says flatly. "You weren't thinking of me, that's for sure." He looks at Sirius, his eyes brimming with unshed tears and disappointment, and turns away.

Sirius stands there for a while after he's gone, feeling more lost than he ever has before.

Fly With Me (Jonas Brothers)

If it's you for me forever

If it's you and me right now,

That'd be alright, be alright.

We're chasing stars to lose our shadow,

Peter Pan and Wendy turned out fine,

So won't you fly with me?

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"Sirius, no, I can't go on that thing," Remus says, laughing despite himself.

Sirius grins at him. "Sure you can, Moony. She's gentle, don't worry."

"It's a flying motorbike, I don't think gentle is in her vocabulary."

Sirius laughs. "Get on," he says, patting the back of the bike.

Remus rolls his eyes, but he gets on anyway, and then they're off, and Remus lets out an unmanly shriek and holds Sirius tightly.

Sirius swoops through the nighttime air, through the stars, and they're leaving behind any stress, any worries. Up here, it doesn't matter who Sirius' family is, or what Remus turns into once a month. Up here, they're free.

Remus laughs with delight and Sirius joins in. "I told you, Moony," he screams into the sky, and Remus can't even defend himself, because they're flying, and they're free, and he loves it.

Photograph (Nickleback)

Every memory walking out the front door

I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for

It's hard to say it, time to say it

Goodbye, goodbye.

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Sirius is sprawled on the floor of their flat, and Remus thinks briefly of the cockroaches before dropping to the floor to join him. "What are you looking at?"

"Pictures," Sirius says, shoving the overflowing box at him. "Of Hogwarts."

Remus picks up a picture at random and laughs at the image of Sirius and James wrestling and Peter cheering on the sidelines. "These are great."

Sirius nods absently, studying a picture of the four Marauders, with their arms draped around each other, grinning cheesily at the camera. "I miss these days."

"I'm sure there's a picture of us four together nowadays," Remus says, skating around the subject.

Sirius shakes his head. "No."

"We'll get someone to take it the next time we're together, then. Lily, perhaps," Remus continues determinedly.

Sirius shrugs. "S'not the same, really. Look how innocent we look here."

"We were young."

"Yeah. Those days are over now," Sirius says, his voice filled with regret.

Remus shrugs. "Well, it's time. We're all adults now. We have new memories."

"Of death and wars," Sirius says sarcastically, still staring at the photograph.

Remus sighs. "And other stuff. Living together in our own flat, for one." Sirius perks up slightly at that, and Remus, encouraged, continues. "It's time to say goodbye to Hogwarts. But we don't have to say goodbye to each other."

"I never want to say goodbye to you," Sirius says earnestly.

Remus is suddenly choked up, and instead of answering, he pulls Sirius towards him, in a long, deep kiss, amidst the photographs of better days.

If It Means a Lot to You (A Day to Remember)

If you can wait til I get home,

Then I swear to you that we can make this last, la la la

If you can wait til I get home,

Then I swear, come tomorrow, this will all be in our past

It might be for the best

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Hey sweetie, I need you here tonight

And I know you don't wanna be leaving,

Yeah, you want it but I can't help it,

I just feel complete when you're by my side,

But I know you can't come home until they're singing, la, la la la, la la la

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Remus' Patronus appears in the kitchen, where Sirius is making a sandwich for lunch.

"I've run into something…Dumbledore's thing, you know…sorry, I won't be home tonight….I'll see you here tomorrow….don't be mad, I love you," Remus' voice says.

Sirius throws the knife across the kitchen angrily; it skids across the floor and comes to a stop by the door. The door that Remus won't be walking into tonight, Sirius thinks bitterly, for oh, the third night this week. Fuck Dumbledore's oh so secret missions.

Thinking rationally, he knows that Remus wants to tell him, knows that Remus doesn't want to be away from him, but he can't stop his irrational thoughts from coming out. He misses Remus, misses the way it used to be, before secrets and lies steadily wore away the solidity of their relationship. Horrible accusations that Sirius won't even say out loud cloud his mind, and his stomach clenches. Fuck it, he thinks, grabbing a handful of Sickles from the kitchen counter. He'll go to the pub down the street, and drink until he's mind-numbingly drunk, and let Remus have his secrets because he won't care. He needs Remus to be with him, but if he can't have Remus, then firewhiskey is the next best thing.

Drown his sorrows, and all that, Sirius thinks, but a picture of Sirius and Remus, arms around each other and grinning, makes him stop. He does some swift, mental calculations, and then drops a couple of Sickles back on the counter. He won't drink so much, then. He'll come back to the flat for the night, and he'll be here in the morning when Remus is back home.

Author's Note #2: Unfortunately, a lot of the songs that turned up led to angsty drabbles, so hopefully next chapter's songs/drabbles will be fluffier! Hope you enjoyed, please let me know what you thought in the reviews! Thanks! :)