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Remus walked slowly towards the Quidditch pitch, dreading what was to come. Who even names their sport something like Quidditch? Idiot wixen.
The large field was sunny and clear. He was sent to the team on the bleachers. Gryffindor.
Remus plopped down next to a boy with wavy, shoulder-length black hair and a broom of his own. 'Hi! I'm Sirius!" the boy exclaimed with a liiiittle too much gusto for Remus. He muttered his own name in return.
The boy -Sirius- grinned at him. "You look like you'll be amazing at Quidditch!"
Remus sighed. "I won't. I bet you... uh..." He quickly searched his pockets for something to bet with. "I'll bet you a cough drop that I'll fall off my broom and not score a point."
Sirius chuckled. "Okay! I'll bet you a muggle penny that I will find myself back on these bleachers at the end of the line next to you."
Remus groaned internally, but nodded. A cough drop wasn't that much to loose.
When Remus' turn came, he shakily mounted the broom, began flying for the goals, and toppled sideways. Madame Pine, the instructor, sighed and sent him to the back of the line again.
"You owe me." Sirius nodded seriously. [A/N: hehe siriusly hehehe]
Sirius, on the other hand, was incredible. He sped through the sky almost effortlessly, scoring immediately.
After everyone finished congratulating him, he sat back down next to Remus. Remus smiled and handed him the cough drop. Sirius grinned, and they spent the last five minutes making small talk.
Once class was over, Sirius walked over to Remus and pressed the penny into his palm.
Remus smirked.
"Pleasure doing business with you."
Sirius grinned again. "Pleasure doing this with you too."
They both began walking down the hallway.
"Why are you following me?" Remus asked. "Is this some kind of mafioso-type thing?"
Sirius laughed. "Nah, I've just got potions next."
Remus smiled. "I do too."
The two chatted for the rest of the day.
And then the next.
They became best friends.
And then friends turned to lovers.
They got married.
And someday on their fiftieth anniversary, they would realize they both still had their totems.
They would fall even deeper in love.
Someday one would die before the other.
But he would still be holding the cough drop.
And when the other died, he would still grasp tight the coin.
They would reunite on a higher plane.
Drawn together.
Forever.
All thanks to a bet made at eleven years old.
All thanks to a coin and a cough drop.