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Music flowed throughout the apartment, filling Remus and Sirius’s ears as they danced. Dancing was a monthly tradition for the two, well, dancing to David Bowie in the living room was. The two had a habit of dancing to the radio around twice a week, though they made sure to not dance if David Bowie came on. Those were songs reserved for the third Saturday of the month (so long as it wasn’t the full moon that is).
The tradition was born sometime after they had started dating. They weren’t sure when or why, but it had happened. Sirius was pretty sure that he and Remus had been in the dorm cuddling when David Bowie came on the Wizarding Wireless Network and he had asked Remus to dance. Remus thought that Sirius had created this whole idea of going on a date to a muggle place by Hogsmeade and they danced to David Bowie. Both scenarios might have happened, it could have been that neither happened, but it didn’t really matter at this point.
“Hey bebe, your hair’s alright. Hey bebe, let’s stay out tonight,” Sirius sang, as close to in tune with David Bowie as he could be. “You like me, and I like it all. We like dancing and we look divine.”
Remus snorted, glancing at the old Quidditch pajama pants and black tank top Sirius wore, then at the plaid pajama pants and old jumper he himself wore. Divine indeed. Sirius stuck his tongue out before continuing to sing.
“Rebel rebel, you’ve torn your dress. Rebel rebel, your face is a mess. Rebel rebel, how could they know? Hot tramp, I love you so.”
Remus rested his head on Sirius’s shoulder, leaning on the other man with a smile. “I love you too,” he murmured. Then he began to sing.
“You’ve got your mother in a whirl, ‘cause she’s not sure if you’re a boy or a girl. Hey bebe, your hair’s alright. Hey bebe, let’s stay out tonight. You like me, and I like it all. We like dancing and we look divine.” Remus grinned as Sirius pulled him closer and began to sway more than “properly” dance. “You love bands when they’re playing hard. You want more and you want it fast. They put you down, they say I’m wrong. You tacky thing, you put them on.”
On and on the two went back and forth singing Rebel Rebel and countless other David Bowie songs for the rest of the evening, eventually calling it a night when they had repeated each record a few times. All in all it had been a good evening.