AU. Slash.

Disclaimer: I don't have rights over the Harry Potter characters or references I've written out, J.K. Rowling does. The only thing I've got rights over would be the words I've typed out, thanks.

Remus Lupin

"How much?"

"Pardon?" I answered, confused.

He looked at me and let out an impatient sigh, rubbing his forehead with his fingers. "Do you have cloth ears Lupin? I said how much are you willing to cough up so I can pose in front of your camera naked for a month?"

Raising an eyebrow, "Sirius, before I even think about hiring you…" I leaned in closer, grinning. "Are you perhaps a prostitute?"

"Huh? W-what are you on about Lupin?" He stammered, obviously baffled by my statement. I pulled back and crossed my arms over my chest, smiling. It took awhile, but after a few seconds of awkward silence Sirius' voice cut through it like a knife.

"Oh you arsehole! I didn't mean it like that! Disgusting! Bloody hell; get your head out of the gutter will you?"He yelled, slamming his curled up fist on top of the counter; which by the way earned us a warning from Bo.

I laughed and asked Bo for a glass of water, my throat was starting to feel parched. "Calm down Sirius, no need to act so homophobic about it…"

He drew his eyebrows together, "And so? So what if I'm homophobic? It's not that much of a big deal."

I paused, my smile quickly disappearing from my face. Oh dear he was homophobic? So if he, in anyway, finds out I'm actually gay from ear to elbow. There's a chance that he'd refuse to be my model? I grabbed my glass of water and drank about half of it before putting it down. Gingerly wiping my mouth with my handkerchief, I swallowed my surprise and paid my utmost attention to Sirius Black.

"So you're homophobic? Well shit, what type are you? The cringe and run away type? The 'that's against the bible and shit' one? Or wait… don't tell me, the-"

"I'm just homophobic okay? Shut up about it already…"

Rolling my eyes, I finished my glass of water and turned the topic back to modelling. "Alright, fine, whatever, so what were you asking for? Payment right? Uh…" I glanced around the room until my eyes finally landed on Bo. "How about I buy you beer for a whole month then?" I offered.

"Now you're just really making me sound like a whore huh? Really? It's the same thing as banging for beer Lupin." he answered, rolling his eyes back at me.

I sighed, licking my lips. "100 pounds then!"

"No."

Standing up, I clenched my jaw and then proceeded to grin at him mischievously. I grabbed my business card from my pocket and placed it on the bar, sliding it towards him. "200 pounds for one month and that Sirius is my final offer alright? Call me when you're interested in stripping naked for me." I told him before walking out of the bar.

Sirius Black

The second Remus Lupin's ass left the pub; I called for Bo, gave him the business card for safe-keeping, and drank beer like hell on earth. Everything went by in a blur by the time I got to my 8th? Or was it 9th pint of beer? I'm honestly not really sure, but I'm pretty sure I blacked out when I was halfway through my 12th pint. The familiar ache from the side of my head when I fell last night proves it.

"Are you finally awake Padfoot?" My mind immediately recognized that it was James Potter talking to me. I groaned as I sat up from what I assumed was the couch. When I got into a more comfortable position, I made sure that my eyes were tightly closed; because last time I got drunk and slept on James couch, I woke up with the windows wide open, the fucking sun greeting me with its happy rays of sunshine. So my eyes are staying closed, thank you very much.

As I hear James footsteps approaching me, I stopped him from his tracks. "You better have coffee with you, you fucking bastard, and are the curtains drawn? Because if I see one ray of sunshine the second I open my eyes…"

James let out one of his trademark host laughs. I leaned back as I hear him take the seat in front of me. "Yes I have coffee, and don't worry I made sure the curtains are closed this time. It's so early in the morning Padfoot, no need to get your panties in a bunch."

I slowly opened my eyes, thankful that the room was dark enough that I didn't have to rapidly blink to adjust. "I'm not getting my panties in a bunch Prongs, I'm just protecting my eyes from getting raped." I defended, grabbing the mug of coffee from his hand.

"Whatever you say Sirius, so why were dead drunk last night? No wait, where'd you get the quid to drink that much beer anyway?" I watched as his eyes narrowed in suspicion. I was in the middle of drinking my coffee when he spoke up once more, "No way! Did you sell your body for cash Padfoot?" I thought about it for a minute and shrugged.

"I'm still thinking about whether I should or not."

I watched as James face screwed up in confusion. "Huh? You lost me. Wait, was it down payment? She gave you down payment didn't she? Sirius Black, what did I tell you about sleeping around for beer? Shit what if you get AIDS? What if you already have-"

"Prongs… hey!" I covered his mouth, stopping him from his rambling. "Look, let me wake up first before I explain, so stop that imaginative brain of yours for a minute alright?" I snapped at him. He nodded and I removed my hand from his mouth.

"…Are you awake now?"

I bit the inside of cheek to prevent from screaming at him. I downed my mug of coffee and placed it on top of the table. "Prongs, have you ever been asked to strip naked before?"

James Potter raised an eyebrow but answered immediately. "Of course! A lot of my female and male customers have asked—no begged in the past. I agreed eventually, although when I started unbuttoning my shirt, Lily came in and dragged me out of the room; sad isn't it?" he rambled.

I shook my head. I should have known his answer would have been something along those lines. He was James Potter after all. "Oh never mind, I shouldn't have asked. What time is it Prongs?"

"Hey, hey, what's this all about? And stop trying to change the subject Sirius. Did someone actually offer cash to get you naked?" James questioned, clearly trying to cover up his laughter.

Let me tell you one thing, James Potter is an idiot and a narcissist, but sometimes he's sharp when it comes to things like secrets.

"Fine you caught me," I shrugged. "Yesterday during work, a photographer named Remus Lupin asked if I could model for him, the guy offered me 200 pounds."

James abruptly stood up, his face troubled. "You mean Remus Lupin? Light brown hair, ironed vest, that scruffy looking guy?" I nodded, keeping my mouth shut. "He came in as one of my customers, when he mentioned that he was looking for a model, I immediately offered of course, but he just walked away while I was in the middle of talking!" Talking? He was probably boasting again, all the more reason why he left, idiot. "Anyway," he sat back down, evidently upset at my news. Crossing his arms over his chest, he leaned on his chair. "Are you going to accept?"

This time I was the one who stood up. I started walking, heading for the door. When my hand was already on the knob, door halfway open, I slid my tongue along my bottom lip and then replied a clear "yes," towards James direction.

Remus Lupin

I was at home when President Malfoy called my cellular phone. I was half-asleep when he called me and I stupidly answered it. So when he started talking, the only thing that went in my head were the words, "ASAP," and "office." Assuming he wanted me to go to his office as fast as possible, I quickly took a shower and dressed up. I even forgot to take my camera with me! Only reason would be because if the President of Malfoy Enterprises asks for you? You better be there right away, even if you were in the middle of a great shag.

Arriving at the office, I stopped my tracks in front of the office of President Malfoy and fixed my tie. After making sure that I was presentable enough, I raised my hand and knocked. "Who is it?"

"It's Remus Lupin sir," I responded. When he replied with a "come in I opened the door and was a greeted by an unfamiliar sight. There Abraxas Malfoy currently sat at his usual spot, the President's chair, but the strange thing about the whole was that there was a strange man standing beside him. His hair was about the same length as Sirius Black's, the same colour too. That was probably the only thing they had in common; their hair. This stranger wore a formal black suit. And when I mean black, I mean everything was in black; his inside shirt, his blazer, pants and shoes. The only colour on him were his dark green tie and extremely pale skin. "Good afternoon sir, you called for me?"

"Yes, I'm here to talk to you about the theme for your album. I was thinking about just letting you freelance on this project but thought of another idea. Remus, meet Severus Snape, he's a fashion designer, someone who just entered the industry per se; don't underestimate him though; he debuted successfully with his first line." He stopped, taking a breather. "You'll be working for him throughout the whole project, I suggest you both get along." He gave us both a smile. His voice held a warning, and it scared me. Before I could even reply, he spoke up once more. "You may both go."

Being the nearest from the door, I left first and waited for Severus to step out of the door. When he did I greeted him immediately. "Hey, I wasn't able to introduce myself properly but I'm Remus Lupin," I pulled my hand out, waiting for a shake.

"I know who you are, and you know who I am, didn't you hear Sir Malfoy introduce us to each other in there? Were you even listening? Well it seems like you weren't, ignorant fool." Severus replied before turning around and walking away; my hand hanging in the air uselessly.

I groaned inwardly. I knew the best thing to do right now would be to just walk away and pretend to not have heard the insult he just told me but I needed to get along with this guy! He'll be in charge of my model's clothes, how they looked, practically half of the job. "Wait up! Sorry, I guess I really wasn't paying much attention. It's my fault, I slept late last night and by the time Malfoy called I was still half-asleep." I talked as he continued walking. I caught the time from the clock on the wall and saw it was about an hour after lunch. "I haven't eaten lunch yet, have you? If you haven't we could…."

And that was when Severus Snape paused. Not because I was persistent, nor was it because of my offer, it was most probably because right then and there, before I could even finish my sentence; my stomach growled loudly.

"Fine," he breathed out before starting to walk once more.

I responded by asking another question, "fine?"

"Yes I would go eat lunch with you, you fool. I'd rather not be the reason why you would collapse in the middle of this hall."