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“We’ll don’t mind me.” He grinned. Eddie threw a pair of socks at his face.

“Shut the fuck up Trashmouth and close your eyes.” Richie cackled and laid his head back, resting the pair of socks on the bridge of his nose.

“Change away, spaghetti. I can’t see a thing.” Richie waved his hand and smiled to himself as he heard Eddie shuffling around. After a few moments, there was a punch to Richie arm and he blinked open his eyes. Eddie was standing over Richie, hands on his hips. Richie knew he should come up with some kind of funny remark but he was lost in Eddie’s eyes. Richie swore if you tried, you could see them sparkle like sugar in the light.

“Hellooooo. Earth to Trashmouth.” Eddie waved a hand in fron of Richie’s face. He shook his head to clear his thoughts and sat up. “Where’d you go?” Eddie asked, crooking his head curiously.

“Excuse me, my dear Edwardo. I must’ve zoned out thinking about your sweet mother in my bed last night.” Eddie groaned and shoved Richie for the second time that afternoon.

“Beep beep, Richie.”

“Anyway! What did you wanna show me?” Eddie got up and pulled out a grey box-of-sorts. He unclipped two sides that folded out and set it on the floor. Grinning at Richie excitedly, he exclaimed,

“I’ve got my very own battleship! Mama let me get it at a garage sale because it was so cheap.”

“Sweet!” Richie jumped up and went to kneel down at the game. “You’d better prepare yourself, Eds. I’m not used to losing.” Eddie grinned in response.

“Just you wait Tozier. When I’m done with you, you’ll be home with the angels.”

I’m holding on, and I don’t wanna let you go, woah

Richie held his grip tight as Eddie thrashed against him, water flying around them. Richie laughed at the way Eddie scrunched up his nose.

“You’re not getting out of this one, Eds!”

“Just you watch me, Tozier!” Eddie managed to free one wrist and turned to swim away, but Richie just reached out around him and pulled him into his chest. He could hear Bev’s snicker behind him, but he didn’t care. Eddie was huffing loudly but his muscles started to relax as he realized he wasn’t going to win this fight. Right smiled and tucked his head over Eddie’s shoulder.

“This isn’t so bad is it?” Richie cooed. He couldn’t admit it, but he loved the way Eddie felt him his arms. Eddie was small enough that Richie felt like he could wrap him all up in his gangling arms and legs. Plus, Eddie was always warm. Richie really liked that about him. Just as Richie was getting comfortable enough to dream about staying in that position forever, he received a swift kick to his legs.

“OW! Jesus, Eddie!” In his surprise, Richie let go of Eddie, who was able to swim away, hollering triumphantly.

“I told you I’d get out!” Riche couldn’t help the dreamy smile that painted his face as he rubbed his throbbing shin bone.

Yeah it feels like summer, yeah it feels like summer...

When s(he) was a lover to me

Eddie had fallen asleep next to Richie in the middle of the movie they were watching. He’d had a particularly stressful day with his mom, so Richie had invited him over for a chill afternoon.

They’d picked out snacks and a movie to rent at the local video store and been in Richie’s bedroom all afternoon. Looking, down at Eddie’s face now Richie felt an overwhelming sensation. His chest was warm and floaty and before he even knew it, the words slipped out of his mouth,

“I love you.” It was barely above a whisper, and Eddie didn’t stir from his sleep, but it scared Richie to admit. It made him think of the clown, but he shoved it down. He would not let that motherfucker ruin the way he felt about Eddie. Eddie was too special. He was loud and argumentative, but he was goofy and caring and gave off a warmth that made Richie feel like it was always summer when he was with him. Richie Tozier loved Eddie Kaspbrak, there was no doubt about it. 

Which way is the graveyard? I’m an iceberg with a warm heart

I’m spiritual, not religious. I’m a libra, if it matters

Richie pulled a yelling Eddie behind him through the darkness.

“Richie! Where are we going?” Riche wound around a tree and held Eddie closely to his chest, quickly putting a hand over his mouth just in time to hear the jeering calls of Bowers in the distance, egging them to make themselves known.

After a few minutes, they heard an engine rev and a car speed off, and Richie released the breath he was holding. He gently took his hand off Eddie’s mouth.

“Sorry about that, Eds. I saw the headlights and just ran.” Eddie nodded.

“Don’t call me Eds.” He looked around slowly. “Why a graveyard, Richie? This place gives me the creeps.”

“If it scares you that much, you’re welcome to hold my hand, Eddie.” Richie teased.

“Yeah, no thanks, your hands are always freezing. It’s like holding onto ice.” Richie feigned hurt at Eddie’s response.

“You wound me, Edward!” Richie gripped his chest dramatically, “at least my heart is warm! Unlike your cold, stone one.” Richie glared at Eddie in faux-anger, who just rolled his eyes in response. There was a sudden snap of a twig and Eddie’s hand darted out to hold onto Richie’s forearm. His eyes began to widen and he pulled on Richie.

“C’mon, Rich, let’s go. I don’t wanna stay here any longer.”

“Why not, Eddie? Afraid the ghouls will get you?” Richie teased, but he moved anyway. He could make fun of Eddie all he wanted but he wasn’t so mean as to force him to stay somewhere that clearly bothered him. 

“Beep beep, Richie. Do you even believe in ghosts?” Richie shrugged as they made their way into a familiar street, Eddie’s still pulling Richie forward by his arm.

“I guess I don’t know. I’m not very religious. I did recently find out that I’m a pisces, though.”

“What the fuck does that mean?”

“I have no idea.”

June bright, shine so bright

Flowers in (his) hair but it just ain’t right…

We look good together, aw yeah

The summer sun shone down on the losers club in mid-June. They were all dressed up and getting ready to take photos in the backyard of Bill’s parents house. The Derry high school had some unfortunate flooding right around the time that prom would normally happen, so it got pushed into the summer. As the rest of the losers were all getting ready to take some parentally-mandatory photos, Richie couldn’t stop messing with his tie.

“Why do these damn things have to be so tight?” Richie pulled on his tie again, finally getting it to loosen. He went to undo the top button of his shirt before he felt slender hands batting his away.

“Stop ruining your suit, Richie.” Eddie’s hands took the place of Richie’s as he carefully fixed his tie. Bill’s mom had set up a mirror against the house while she went to find her camera so they could do last minute touch ups. While Eddie was finishing up, some fluffs from a dandelion has blown into his hair. Before Richie could think to stop himself, he reached up delicately to pull them from the chocolate locks. Eddie’s hands stilled on Richie’s chest and he looked up into Richie’s eyes. There was that sparkle again.

“Sugar.” Richie whispered. Eddie’s eyebrows quirked.

“Huh?” Richie shook his head, finally tearing his eyes away from Eddie’s to make sure he’d gotten the last of the fluffs out of his hair.

“Oh, nothing, Eddie my boy.” Eddie nodded, retracting his hands from Richie’s chest. Richie tried to ignore how it felt heavier without Eddie’s hands on it. He turned Eddie around to face the mirror just so he could put his hands on some part of him.

“We look pretty good together, Eds.” He grinned at them into the mirror, slinging an arm over Eddie’s shoulders and pretending not to notice the blush on Eddie’s cheeks as he nodded.

“Yeah, I guess we do, Rich.”

Yeah it feels like summer

Yeah it feels like summer, when s(he) was a lover to me

The dry August hair pushed his way through Richie’s tousled curls as he stood on the curb next to his truck. It was packed full of all of suitcases and boxes, ready for his move out west. Maggie Tozier wouldn’t stop fussing, trying to make sure Richie had everything he could possibly need.

“Ma, it’s fine. We’ve checked and double-checked the list. If I really need anything I’ll call when I get there and you can mail it to me.” Maggie nodded tearfully before pulling Richie into a tight hug.

“I can’t believe my baby is all grown up!” She cried. “I love you so much, Richie.” Richie smiled and rubbing his mother’s back soothingly.

“I love you too, ma.” Just as he pulled back he saw a familiar shape over his mother’s shoulder. The rest of the losers had already left for their respected destinies but Eddie would be the last to go. Richie tried to ignore the prickle he felt at the corners of his eyes at the thought of not seeing Eddie tomorrow. Eddie made his way up to Richie somewhat slowly, hands in his pockets. He looked a little uneasy. Maggie went inside to do one last sweep of the house as Eddie finally made his way up to Richie.

“Spaghetti! You came to say goodbye!” Richie scooped Eddie up into his arms. Eddie didn’t have enough time to get his hands out of his pockets, so his arms were pinned to his sides. He laughed anyway before Riche put him down.

“Yeah, I figured I couldn’t let you leave without one more of these.” He reached up and punched Richie in the shoulder. 

“Ouch, Edward! You wound me!” Richie held himself dramatically before grinning up at Eddie. Eddie couldn’t help but smile back. The only thought running through Riche’s brain was IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou. They fell into a small silence before Eddie broke it with a sad, scared voice.

“Do you really think we’re all going to forget each other?” He said so quietly Richie almost missed it. “Just like that?” Richie stiffened. The question he’d been avoiding asking himself for weeks. Before he thought about it too much and gave himself too much time to let the tears well up in his eyes, he pulled Eddie into another hug. He splayed his hands across Eddie’s back whose hands made their way up past Richie’s shoulders and into his hair.

“I don’t know how I could ever forget you, Eds.” He felt Eddie nod lightly and give a little sniffle.

“You know I love you, right, Rich?” Richie nodded fervently and cleared his throat before croaking out.

“Yeah, ‘course. Love you too, Eds. Love you most.” The pang in his chest flared as he heard his mother’s footsteps on the porch and he let Eddie go. He rubbed furiously at his eyes. 

“Well, Richie. I guess you’re right. I couldn’t find anything else to that looked like you’d forgotten.” Richie looked up and plastered the widest grin he could muster on his face. 

“Told ya, ma.” He glanced between Eddie and his mother before clapping his hands together. 

“Well, it’s time for Trashmouth Tozier to hit the road! Won’t get rich and famous just standing here.” He forced himself to keep the grin on his face throughout the rest of the goodbye and only allowed the tears to finally stream down his cheeks when he could only see the faint outline of Eddie waving goodbye in the rear-view mirror.

Let me see the smile, stay with me a while

I cried for you, you were the song in my life

Richie scrambled over to Eddie’s frail body.

“No, no, no, no please no.” Richie’s voice broke into a sob and he held the love of his life tightly against his chest. He put his forehead against Eddie’s and another sob broke through his aching lungs. Eddie’s skin was so cold, too cold. He felt the same temperature on his cheek as Eddie’s hand made it into his hair like when they were kids.

“It’ll be okay, Rich.” Richie shook his head furiously.

“No, no it won’t.” He gripped Eddie tighter and added his hand atop of Eddie’s. Eddie feebly nodded to try and reassure him, but Richie just continued shaking his head.

“No. You have to stay with me, Eds. Okay? We’re gonna get you out of here and we’re gonna save you and everything is going to be just fine.” Eddie gave Richie a broken smile. 

“Don’t call me Eds.” A broken laugh escaped Richie’s mouth at the ridiculousness of it all. He could hear the rest of his friends fighting the clown in the distance but he didn't care to help. The only thing he cared about was Eddie right here in his arms. He felt Eddie’s arm go limp but Richie only pressed the cold hand into his cheek harder. 

“Please don’t leave me. Please.” He cried. Eddie took a labored breath.

“Rich, you know I... I..” and Richie felt the last breath leave his body. He couldn’t stop himself from watching the life leave Eddie’s eyes and Richie felt the world was crumble around him. He chest felt ripped open and raw as the sobs racked his body. He pulled Eddie’s limp body tight against his chest and pressed his lips to his ear.

“I love you, I love you. I love you, Eddie, please, please come back to me.” Richie never stopped trying to get Eddie to come back. Even when his friends peeled him off his body and dragged him out of the sewers. He cried and kicked and screamed. He felt like he was drowning. And he wanted to. He wanted to go back into the sewers and die with Eddie. So that just maybe they could be together that way. But he didn’t. Instead he cried and cried and he turned his back to the summer sun that refused to go away.

Didn’t the sun know how much it hurt Richie? How it reminded him of the memories he promised himself not to forget? The sun was too warm and Eddie’s hand on Richie’s cheek had been too cold. Richie wanted the sun to go away forever.

The next day the sun was still too much. The heat was harsh and biting against Richie’s back and he lightly traced the letters. R+E forever etched into the bridge and into his heart. Hot, heavy tears made their way out of Richie’s eyes again as he cursed sun and the summer and the wood under his fingers. The real warmth in his life had gone.

Yeah it feels like summer,

The four marauders were on their way to charms when James decided that he and Sirius needed to skip charms today. 

“We’ll meet up with you boys later!” James grinned and pulled Sirius away, leaving a confused Remus and a shrugging Peter in his wake. 

“What is going on?” Sirius asked as James took him into an abandoned classroom. 

“I’d like to ask you the same thing.” James ventured, but Sirius just gave him an incredulous look.

“What the fuck are you on about?” James rolled his eyes.

“You! You’ve been acting all weird lately, but I can’t figure out why.” Sirius immediately closed in on himself.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” James sighed.

“C’mon, Pads. It’s me. Whatever’s going on you can tell me. We’re brothers.” James tried to make eye contact, but Sirius kept his head bowed, something he only did when he was ashamed. James set a hand on Sirius’ shoulder.

“Pads?” He asked quietly. He heard a quiet sniffle in response. Immediately, he pulled Sirius into a tight hug, who reciprocated quickly. Gripping the pack of James’ robes, Sirius let himself cry.

They were mostly silent tears, for Sirius was never a loud crier. After a couple minutes, Sirius pulled back, furiously wiping at his face. 

“Sorry, I’m just being dumb.”

“Don’t apologize, Sirius. What’s going on?” Sirius wrung his hands.

“I’ve um--recently been um--noticing some...things about myself.”

“Okay...?”

“And they have to do with--um--feelings...” Sirius trailed off and looked at James pleadingly as if to say Please understand what I’m saying. I can’t say it myself. I need you to say it for me. James did his best.

“Okay, feelings. Like for a person?” Sirius nodded. “And, you’re ashamed of these feelings.” Sirius hung his head again and gave a small nod.

“Pads. Are you--are you gay?” James ventured. He didn’t want to be the one to come out for Sirius but it seemed like Sirius would never be able to say it on his own. Sirius was still for a moment.

“No. Yes. Or maybe. I don’t know.” Sirius grasped at his hair. “Look, this-this guy, I have feelings for. The way I feel about him, I’ve never felt about anyone else, especially not a girl.” Sirius wasn’t quite ready to tell James just whom he had this crush on, though thoughts of a sweater-wearing werewolf past through his mind.

“Okay,” James nodded, “so maybe you’re gay. What then?” Sirius gave a pained laugh.

“My mum kicks me out, I get disinherited, my brother hates me, and I lose what little connection I have left to the Black family.” James nodded again.

“So, then, what do you want to do?” 

“I don’t know.” Sirius looked lost. James put an arm around him.

“It sounds like maybe you need to do some thinking, but I’m always here for you, man. The Black’s are the worst, but you’ve always got a brother in me.” Sirius managed a smile.

“Thanks, mate.”

Sirius took what James said to heart. He did some thinking, a lot of it, and borderline thought himself into a tailspin. Not only was he a pureblood in the magical community of a famous house, but he was all of that in the U.K. in the 1970s. Sure stuff was starting to happen in the muggle world, at least--people grouping together, calling for fair treatment, representation--but that didn’t change people’s minds, and that didn’t account for the wizarding world.

Whether you had magic or not, being gay wasn’t normal. Then again Sirius had never really thought of himself as normal; he was the first Gryffindor in the Black family, possibly, ever? He didn’t even know. But wasn’t he already ostracized enough for that? Did he really need to add on something like being gay to his reputation?

Sirius immediately became ashamed of who he was. He had accepted it, he knew he couldn’t change who he was attracted to, but that in no ways meant he had to act on it. He knew what James said, and he wanted to believe him, but as much as he hated this his family was still his family. What was he going to do if they really did kick him out?

Without even realizing it, he began to draw away from his friends. He always knew he had James, but he felt the need to talk less, joke less. Remus, he couldn’t even look in the eye. If Remus knew how he felt, how he felt about him he’d never forgive Sirius. 

But then Remus comes out to the group as bisexual and Sirius’ world turns upside down. Remus tells the boys one night after recovering from a particularly bad full moon. He tells them quietly but sincerely, saying that he wasn’t going to start wearing makeup or that his demeanor would change, but that he wasn’t going to hide it either. James was the first to jump him, saying that this still didn’t change anything, they’d always love Remus; he was their friend. Peter, as much of a follower as ever, nodded right along with James.

But Sirius. Sirius sat for a moment. His brain couldn’t wrap itself around the idea of Remus being queer. And he came out. Did Sirius have to do that? He didn’t think he could. Suddenly there was a static electricity filling his chest, and the next thing he knew, Sirius was running. He sped out of the common room, ignoring James calling after him, and made his way to an empty classroom. He grasped at his hair as he tried to catch his breath. 

He had a few minutes to collect himself before someone burst through the door.

“What the fuck, Pads?” Sirius whipped around to a very angry Remus.

“I--”

“Why’d you run away?” Don’t ask that question, please don’t ask anything that might make me say it. “Am I that disgusting?” No, no you’re beautiful. God, you’re so beautiful. “Well?”

Sirius wanted to answer him. He wanted to say something, anything, but it was like there was a hand around his throat, constricting him from speaking. Remus’ eyes burned with fury.

“Seriously? You have nothing to say? I thought we were best friends!” We are! We are, we are, we are. “I can’t believe that after everything we’d been through this is what you choose to be the dividing point between us.” Hurt flashed over Remus’ eyes and he gave Sirius one last look. 

“Fine then.” He made his way to the door. “Goodbye, Sirius.” Remus closed the door behind him and Sirius broke down on the floor.

Sirius and Remus didn’t talk for two weeks. It was after that that James decided he needed to intervene again. One night, James and Sirius had an hour to themselves (Peter had gotten detention and Remus had been spending his nights in the library), so James decided now was the time. He made his way over to Sirius’ bed and pulled open the curtain.

“Woah, there!” Sirius joked, “Warn a guy before you try to jump him, yeah?” 

“Cut the crap, Sirius. What went down between you and Moony?” Sirius immediately looked down at his lap, starting to fiddle with his hands.

“I fucked thing up, Prongs.” James sighed and sat down at his feet.

“How?”

“Well, he followed me when I bolted out to have a panic attack, and caught me right after, confronted me, asked if I thought he was disgusting, and when I didn’t say anything, he left.”

“Oh, Pads.”

“I wanted to say something! I-I wanted to say everything. That-that he’s not alone, that I’m,” he gulped, “that I’m gay, and-and I wanted...” Sirius paused and James searched his eyes for what he was trying to say.

“Wanted..?”

“I wanted to tell him that I love him.” Sirius hung his head and wiped at his eyes. “Dammit, I’ve always loved him. Since the moment he told us that he was a werewolf and I saw how damn brave he was, you know? He’s just so beautiful, but I can’t tell him.”

“Why not?” James asked softly.

“Because what if he doesn’t feel the same, you know? What if it just ruins our friendship?”

“Sirius you haven’t talked to each other in two weeks. I think that anything you tell him now that explains why you acted the way you did could only help your situation.” Sirius nodded and sniffled.

“Yeah, I s’pose you’re right.” Right then they hear the dormitory door open and James looks at Sirius expectantly. He peaks around to confirm that it’s Remus and not Peter, before giving Sirius one last look and standing up.

“Well, I’ve got some business to deal with, so I’ll have to see you two later!” He made is way out of the door, leaving a heavy silence in his wake. Sirius knew that this was the moment he needed to say something.

“Hey, Moony. Fancy, seeing you here, huh?” Sirius ventured, immediately regretting it when Remus made eye contact with him. 

“What do you want, Sirius? I thought we weren’t talking to each other.” Okay, he deserved that.

“Well, um, I want to talk now, um--”

“Oh, do you? Have you finally been able to wrap your head around me being bi? Not afraid I’m gonna jump you in the shower anymore or stare at you when you change?”

“No, Jesus, Rem, I never thought--”

“Don’t.” Remus’ voice was sharp. “Don’t call me that.” Sirius deflated. 

“Okay. Remus. Look, what I wanted to say--”

“And, you know, of all people I never thought you would be the one to reject me. With your family, I thought you of all people would understand feeling like the odd one out. I thought you’d be empathetic at least.” Sirius’ heart broke for Remus.

“I did--do. I do understand. Look, Remus, please just listen.” Sirius stood up to try and get Remus to look him in the eyes.

“I don’t want to listen, Sirius! I tried to listen two weeks ago, and you just-you just stared at me. You didn’t say anything.” Remus’ shoulders drooped and he turned back towards the door. But Sirius couldn’t have that. He couldn’t have Remus hate him, couldn’t have him so disappointed in him. 

“Remus, please--” Sirius gripped his arm, getting as close as to would to begging Remus to stay just a minute longer, please. “I’m-I’m trying, okay?”

“Trying to what?” Remus bit back, but he didn’t pull his arm out of Sirius’ grip, which he wanted to believe was good. Sirius swallowed, decided it was now or ever, and putting on the most sincere voice he could, he looked Remus in the eyes and told him.

“I’m trying to tell you,” he cleared his throat, “that I’m in love with you.” 

The silence hung in the air as time stood still. Sirius waited for Remus’ response while Remus tried to wrap his head around what he’d just heard. Sirius was his love? With him? 

“You--what?” Remus sputtered. Sirius let out a ghost of a laugh. 

“I’m in love with you. I have been for years but I just didn’t know how to deal with it.” He let go of Remus’ arm to start pacing as he let himself let out everything he’d been feeling.

“I ignored it for a long time until I couldn’t, and then James noticed and he just wouldn’t let it go, you know? And then I start thinking about it, and I’m like ‘Yeah, okay, I’m gay.’ And then I started thinking about it more and about how I’m already isolated from my family, and how it’s wrong and people die for being gay, and I just got so scared, Rem. And-and then you came out and you made it look so easy, and then I was just even more ashamed because you could do it, why couldn’t I? And then you yelled at me and I saw how you looked at me that night and I wanted to tell you right then and there, but I just couldn’t.” 

“What made you change your mind?”

“James.” Sirius grinned sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck. “He-uh, talked to me again. Told me that even if you ended up not feeling the same way that at least I could try to set things straight with us. Cos I was scared of that, too. Of me confessing and you hating me, but then James pointed out to me that you probably weren’t gonna hate me more than you already did, so--”

“I don’t hate you.”

“No?” Sirius looked up from the floor to see the Remus had stepped across the room so that he and Sirius were no longer at opposite ends.

“No, I could never you. I was afraid of the same thing.” Remus admitted, and Sirius laughed as tears of relief welled in his eyes. He took a step forward himself, and put his hands on Remus’ arms, Remus reciprocated by gripping his elbows tightly.

“I could never, ever hate you, Moony.” Remus let himself sigh in relief, and Sirius watched as a tear drifted down his cheek. Before he realized what he was doing, he’d lifted a hand to wipe the tear from Remus’ face, delicately caressing the skin. When this happened, Remus’ eyes locked with Sirius’ and Sirius instantly felt like he was drowning in them. Remus’ gaze flickered between Sirius’ eyes and lips. Sirius felt his breath catch in his throat. Was Remus going to kiss him? Please let the answer be yes. But then Remus pulled back slightly. 

“So, you’re in love with me?” Sirius cleared his throat again.

“Uh-yeah, well--”

“I’m in love with you too. I have been since the day I met you.” And, Merlin, if Sirius thought he was drowning before, this was a whole new level. Remus was looking at him with such seriousness, such sincerity. Sirius did the only thing he could think to do, and he pulled Remus’ face into his.

And then they were kissing. Sirius couldn’t believe it. It was like he’d been going about his whole life wondering what his purpose was, and this was it. Kissing Remus, loving Remus, it was everything. His hands slid up Remus’ neck to grip at his hair, causing Remus to growl and back Sirius up into one of the columns a fourposter. His arm’s wrapped around Sirius’ waist; Sirius sighed into Remus’ mouth when he felt his hands slip underneath his shirt to brush his lower back. 

Just as things were getting good, however, they were rudely interrupted by James and Peter bursting through the door.

“Have you two made up yet?” James called before actually looking at them. When he did, he smirked.

“Well, I’d say so.” Peter quipped, and James cackled, giving him a high five. Peter might have never been prouder of himself than he was in that moment.

“We were in the process of getting along before you two oh-so-rudely interrupted us.” Remus let his head drop into the crook of Sirius’ neck and snickered. James guffawed.

“Look, I’m very happy for you two, mate, really. But this dormitory does not house just the two of you. The rest of us do not need to hear you fucking all the time.”

“James!” Sirius said, mock-scandalized. He would have said more but then Remus pressed his body against his, and he felt a certain something against his thigh as Remus whispered in his ear.

“Well, it would be rude of us to have to subject them to that, wouldn’t it? But I do happen to have access to a certain bathroom with a lockable door...” He lightly bit Sirius’ earlobe, causing the poor pureblood to nearly jump into the ceiling. He turned red as James cocked an eyebrow at him. 

“Well!” He managed, “Remus and I have a little time to, uh, make up for, so we’ll see you chaps later!” Sirius dragged Remus out of the dormitory as Remus cackled, Peter look scandalized, and James faux gagged.

“Be safe, children!” He called after them. He laughed before beginning to get out his Transfiguration homework. After a minute or two, Peter spoke up.

“Oh, dear god.” James looked up at him.

“What’s up, Wormy?”

“It’s Remus and Sirius. Two of the dumbest most oblivious boys on the planet. Do you realize how over-involved we’re going to be in their relationship because those fucks can’t handle their emotions?” James took a moment before a funny dread filled his stomach.