Cry For the Moon - serius/remus
A/N contains mild boyxboy. Don't like, don't read. My first fanfic! Plz comment! Love you all :D
Christmas night was the first time I had ever heard him cry.
I lay on my bunk in the dorm, legs sprawled, my stomach warm and contented with the feeling that can only be triggered by hot custard. Stretching my arms high above my head, I snuggled down for the night. The pillow was soft against my cheek, the wavering light of a candle beside my bed. I was happy in the knowledge my best friend, the dearest person in the world to me was here.
But my best friend in question was not as peaceful as I was.
It started with a single sniff. Perfectly normal, especially in midwinter. I rolled over to face my friend's bunk. He was faced away from me, snuggled under the bankets... like a little caterpillar, I thought fondly. The only part of him I could see was his long-ish golden blonde hair, throwing back the candle's glow as a shine from a mirror.
A sob. The one sound that I never wanted to hear from him. To know that he was unhappy, to know that there was nothing I could do about it. I felt so hopeless.
Sitting up on my bunk, I watched him a little more.
He shivered beneath his blankets; he was dreaming. A soft murmur escaped from his lips; "I don't want... please..."
A little louder, "No, please don't."
And then a scream.
"DON'T DO THAT!"
He had rolled over now. Crying and tearing at his hair. He writhed as if in agony, the sheets entangled around his legs, his chest exposed, pale in the darkness.
I was beside him in an instant. Gingerly, I touched his shoulder. "Remus... Remus... wake up, it's okay, it's only a dream... I'm here..."
His face twitched. Eyelids opened. His eyes... his beautiful blue eyes, were filled with tears. "Sirius..."
His hands grasped at my pajama top, embedded themselved in the soft fabric. He pulled me towards him. "Serius... they hate me. Why do they hate me?"
He still seemed to be recovering from the nightmare. As he buried his face in my chest, I felt... warm. Suddenly, I could feel every heart beat, every single movement of his chest against mine was ecstasy.
I gulped in his sweet scent. He smelt of... shampoo, at least, and the christmas cake we had eaten down at the hall. An odd combination, but a nice one nonetheless.
"Nobody hates you, Remus." I told him gently. He was more awake now, but I could see the fear in his eyes was very real, that the dream, at least, was based on real fears.
He looked up at me, frowning in disbelief. I brushed back a strand of blonde hair from his eyes, afraid as to how he would react..
"In fact, I think... everyone loves you. I know... I know I certainly do."
His blue eyes widened, a pretty little blush crossing his face.
Now I was more terrified than him. I could lose him. I could lose my best friend from silly little crush... I couldn't lose him. I loved him too much. My heart was thudding. In the pit of my stomach I felt sick at what I had just said. How much he must now hate me.
He lowered his eyes. I waited in silence.
"Say it again."
I had never heard him sound so authoratative.
"Please don't be..."
"SAY IT GOD-DAMMIT!"
"I... I... I love you."
And as his mouth crushed mine, I suddenly realised how much he meant to me. How much I meant to him. And how we could never again be apart.