“truth or dare, moony?” sirius cried, laying on the grass. it was summer, and the stars in the sky were towering over the two friends like a soft blanket. the sound of the lake that accompanied them revealed a calmness that was difficult to find anywhere else.
“what are we? six?” the brunette, laying beside him, answered with a stern look.
“come on, moony! don’t be a loser!” sirius got up and stared at remus from above. he was grinning like mad, “truth or dare?”
remus stared at him for a minute, and if sirius didn’t know better, he would swear that the look on his face was filled with love.
“dare.” he answered.
and at first, the black heir was going to come up with a silly dare. like ‘go steal a piece of cake from the kitchens’ or ‘go to class in your pjs’. but he didn’t know what came to him in that exact moment. perhaps the feeling that had been trapped inside of him for years.
“i dare you to kiss me,” was his dare. but he instantly regretted opening his mouth—no, he even regretted having a mouth in the first place—, because remus’ face changed in a flash.
his once soft, happy expression was now one filled with seriousness and confusion. he got up too, and stared to sirius—who was now below him, remus being taller—for what felt like an hour. then, when the werewolf began to open his mouth, sirius started to run. run away, away from remus, away from the lake, away from the stars, the sky and the wind.
he ran into the castle, through the kitchens, the main hall, and up the stairs. it was when he reached their room that he realized that remus had followed him there. in fear, he started talking.
“i–… i am sorry. i was joking, i swear!” he said, and then continued rambling, saying nonsense.
it wasn’t until remus walked towards him and put a hand over his mouth that he stopped what could be defined as a poor explanation. sirius, scared of seeing hatred in remus’ eyes, stared at the floor.
“sirius,” he started, “would you want it?”
“what?” the older one muttered.
“the kiss, i mean. would you?”
“i– yeah. is that– you don’t hate me?” now that fear had approached him, it was difficult to stop worrying.
“no, pads. i do not hate you. i would really want to kiss you, though. if you want, that is.” remus smiled a reassuring smile.
sirius’ worrying ceased—a little bit—, and he looked up at remus at last.
“okay, yeah. okay. i would want it.” he said.
and with that, remus pulled him into a kiss that would be remembered for decades. later, when they would tell their friends about their brand new relationship, they would be grinning, holding each others hands and laughing at the events that happened the night before. but now, in the present, they had themselves to enjoy.
