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《𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐂𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐬》

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧.𝐔𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐏𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐧, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥.𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐲'𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 — 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐬. 𝐈 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞. 𝐆𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐚 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐟é 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡.𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥...𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲. 𝐀 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧.

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 — 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐜𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤.

𝐅𝐥𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐬.𝐈 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐥𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝.𝐈𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐭, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐞.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲!

𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞...

𝐏𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐥𝐞 • 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 •

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞...𝐈 𝐤𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞.

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐮𝐩, 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐝. 𝐒𝐮𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬. 𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬. 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝, 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠.

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐤𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬.

𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐲... 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬.

𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐬.

𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐈 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞.

𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 — 𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐬. 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭?

𝐀𝐬 𝐈 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐟é, 𝐈 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐝 𝐚𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.𝐈 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐭.𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞’𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐠 — 𝐧𝐨 —𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠.

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

𝐀 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐭 — 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐲, 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

𝐔𝐧𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠.

𝐀𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐞-𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞.

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬.

"𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩, 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐰𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧?!"

"𝐆𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟!"

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 — 𝐏𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐭, 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐬 — 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐝. 𝐇𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭.

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐫.𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝.

𝐓𝐨𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞.

𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞.

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫.

𝐌𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬.

𝐍𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 — 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦.

“𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭...?”

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐮𝐲’𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 — 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐏𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝.

𝐁𝐮𝐭... 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞?

🡒 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨?

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He slid through the groups of students, slowly making his way to the dormitory stairs. Just as he put his foot on the bottom step, a hand grabbed his shoulder before he could escape the crowd. He turned, about to tell off whatever person had decided to block his exit, but the words died on his tongue.

It was Sirius' hand, attached to the drunkenly smiling boy offering a glass of what he assumed was firewhiskey.

"Come on, Moony! You can't leave yet, you haven't even been here for ten minutes!"

His stomach twisted at the wide grin and he offered a small smile in return as Sirius dragged him back into the thick of people and to where their friends were near the fire.  

James was on the couch with Lily on his lap, looking quite smug with his arms wrapped around her. Marlene and Dorcas were sharing an armchair, sitting so close to each other their thighs and shoulders touched as they nursed bottles of butterbeer that probably had firewhiskey mixed in. Peter was sitting on the ground between the love seat Marlene and Dorcas occupied and the couch James and Lily were on.

Sirius pulled Remus next to him on the empty seat on the couch, squishing against one another. Remus' heart hammered at the feeling of Sirius' thigh against his and hoped that nobody could hear it. He was trying (and failing) to avoid physical contact with Sirius, their last encounter when he was drunk still fresh in his mind. It was only the weekend before.

"But Moony, I don't want to go to bed!" Sirius whined, clinging to the jumper as Remus maneuvered them up the stairs. Remus chuckled, his skin burning where Sirius had his hands gripped tightly.

"Doesn't matter, Pads. It's late and you're drunk, so you need to go to bed."

Sirius whined again, burrowing his face in Remus' chest as they reached the door to their dormitory, noticing the way Remus stalled and his breath hitch when his lips came close to the skin of his neck. He pulled back, smirking at the boy above him through his drunkenness.

"Do I bother you, Moony?"

"Wh-what?" Remus didn't know how to reply and instead decided to keep Sirius by falling down the steps with both hands on the shorter boys' waist, an action Remus was doubting every second he kept them there.

"Do you wanna kiss me?"  Sirius slurred slightly, leaning against Remus on his tiptoes so his lips ghosted Remus'. Remus didn't answer, as he was too busy stopping himself from falling down the steps. The smell of firewhiskey on Sirius' breath was almost too intoxicating, making him feel as if he was the one to drink five shots, not Sirius.

"Can I kiss you?"

Remus didn't answer with words, just bringing his hand on Sirius' waist up to his neck and pushing their lips together quickly, relishing in the fact that he was the one with his mouth on Sirius', not a girl. That he was the one with his hands running through the thick black curls, not some girl. That he was the one with his tongue against Sirius', not some girl. That he was the one Sirius had pinned against the wall, not some girl. That he was the one making Sirius moan, not some girl.

Sirius pulled away after what felt like years to Remus, looking deep into the hazel eyes he had grown to see every day for seven years.

"Good night, Moony." He whispered, placing one last small peck on Remus' mouth and stumbling into the dorm, making sure to not wake up the sleeping Peter and James.

Remus stood shocked before sliding down the wall, bringing his knees up to his chest and burrowing his face. Three years of being in love with his best friend and all he got was a drunken kiss outside of their dorm.

And he fell asleep right there, cursing his entire existence on the planet earth.

And that's where Sirius found him the next morning.

"Moony, wake up! Did you fall asleep out here?" Sirius shook his shoulder, smiling widely and already dressed in a muggle band t-shirt and black jeans.

Remus nodded but didn't say anything, as another quieter voice was already speaking.

"How do you not have a hangover, Sirius?"  James mumbled from behind his drawn curtains, voice barely audible. Sirius grinned at Remus before turning around and yelling, "I don't know Prongsie! But I do know that I don't remember anything after the second shot."

Remus' heart stung a little at that. He had finally kissed the boy he loved, who didn't even remember it.  

"Ooohh! Ooh! I have an idea!" Lily shouted suddenly, pulling Remus out of his thoughts, the alcohol taking effect over her mind. "Weeeee should play truth or dare!" She slurred her words a little, which greatly concerned Remus. She had never been one to drink much, even when she was stressed. Remus resolved to keep an eye on her.

"Let's!" Sirius exclaimed, planting a sloppy kiss on Lily's cheek. They were like brother and sister, so neither found the action weird, except for James who was still a little jealous. And Remus also, of course, not that he would ever admit to himself.

"I'll go first!" Marlene yelled, and everyone turned to her. She looked around the small group, settling in on her victim. "Sirius."

They all turned to look at him, and he grew a cocky smirk. "Who, me? Truth."

Marlene snorted in amusement, something that only happened when she was drunk. She seemed to contemplate for a moment before Dorcas leaned down to her ear and Marlene got a little smirk. Sirius, to his credit, didn't waver his smile, just raised an eyebrow.

"Who was your first kiss?" Marlene giggled and was too laughing busy to catch when James and Sirius exchanging looks.

"James," Sirius spoke clearly, taking a sip of a butterbeer that was next to the couch. Lily spit out her own drink, spraying a little on Peter.  "What?" Dorcas choked out, and Sirius shrugged.

"We wanted to see what all the fuss was about. Didn't really see it, but then again Prongs here is a shitty kisser, so..."

James scoffed and Lily bit her lip, trying to decide whether to laugh or to defend James. At her hesitation, James got an offended face, and Lily snorted, turning around to kiss her boyfriend. "He's not that bad." She mumbled, and Sirius fake gagged.

"So, Sirius," Marlene spoke again, and he raised an eyebrow.

"You already asked me my truth. I answered. No more questions." He took another swig of the bottle.

"Too bad. Are you gay?"

Sirius choked on his drink and James pounded on his back. After Sirius could breathe again, he set his bottle down far away from him and stood up, not bothering to answer the question or the calls for him to come back.

"I- I'll follow him." Remus stood up and left right behind him, the portrait swinging shut as he closed it and practically ran down the halls. Sirius always had a spot he liked to hide when he needed to be alone.

The Astronomy Tower.

When he got there Sirius was on the ground, his head thrown back against the cold stone as he stared at the stars. Remus sat next to him quietly, taking a minute to admire his features from the side. The dark curls, elegantly flowing to his shoulders, the sharp jaw and nose, the-

"You gonna keep staring or are you going to say something?"

The soft words brought Remus out of his trance, noticing that Sirius was staring at him.

"S-sorry." He stuttered, looking instead toward the sky. He immediately spotted the Sirius constellation, his favorite in the sky.

"I didn't forget last weekend," Sirius told him abruptly, and Remus seemed frozen to his spot before slowly turning to face Sirius, who was already staring at him. "Oh."

After a silent moment, Remus turned back to the stars.

"I didn't think you wanted to kiss me."

Remus turned back to Sirius again, but Sirius was pointedly staring at the ground below the tower. Remus moved over to Sirius' side, who schooched closer to the railing.

"Hey." He spoke softly, using his finger to move Sirius' face to look at him. Tears were swimming in his eyes, but they weren't falling yet. Remus cupped his jaw, running his thumb over Sirius' cheek.

"Shhh." Remus cooed, heart breaking at the sight of Sirius like this. He had never seen Sirius cry, ever. "Don't cry. Why would you think that?"

Sirius sniffled and bit his lip, thinking over his words. "It's me. Why would you want me?"

Remus' heart shattered at that, and he couldn't hold back any longer. He bent down the small distance he needed to place his lips against Sirius', enjoying the small sound of surprise that came from his mouth. Remus felt as if Sirius would break from too much pressure, like glass, but Sirius was glad to be kissing him again and cupped Remus' jaw back, being able to run his fingers over the jagged scar across his cheek.

Remus pulled away a moment later, and Sirius freaked out.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to make you feel like you had..."

He trailed off when feather light kisses were pressed to his cheeks, kissing away the salty tears that had found their way trickling down them.

"I'm sorry, Sirius. I don't want you to feel like that. Ever. I'm sorry."

He punctuated each sentance with a kiss, trailing down to his jaw. He continued the kisses until he reach his neck, placing one last one kiss at the point where his shoulder and neck connected before returning his gaze to Sirius' eyes, still cupping his cheeks.

"Can I tell you something?" He whispered, and Sirius nodded.

"I wish you were sober."

Sirius blinked once, smiling widely.  "Can I tell you something?" He repeated, and Remus parroted his motion.

"I am."