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Dedication: To everyone on the HarryPotterSlash ML, especially V, who loves S&R.Requited
I suppose I'd always been enamored with him. Quick-tempered, charming, brave Sirius Black. It's just...I never fully realized it until recently. Sirius, James, Peter and I had always been close friends--the only real friends I'd ever had, in fact. They stuck with me through thick and thin and when I finally revealed my terrible secret to them, they solemnly figured out a way in which we could still be together. James and Peter were always kind and compassionate towards me, but Sirius--ah, he was the one who was always there, always came through no matter what. And I suppose that his unrelenting loyalty and trustworthiness just set my heart afire--well, that and the way he always smiled at me.
But, anyhow, I never really fully realized the extent of my care for him until the time we turned 17 and those hormones started raging. James had had his eye on Lily Evans for awhile. It was just a matter of time before those two fell in love and Sirius and Peter got girlfriends too. Leaving me...alone. Depression sank in. None of them would have time for me anymore with girlfriends, especially not Sirius. I tried not to let it affect how the others saw me, but day after day it wore me out. Finally Sirius knew something was up.
"Hey, Moony," he said to me one day as we were eating together in the dining hall. "There's something I need to talk to you about...alone," glancing at James, he pulled me out of my seat and lead me out. I swallowed. Had he noticed my apprehension? What was I to say to him if he asked? "Why don't we go to the dorm room?" he flashed one of those melting smiles at me. I could feel my knees shaking. Trying to act casual, I sat on my bed oppposite him with my legs dangling over the side. "Remus," he began, pacing back and forth in front of me, "Something's up," I started to protest. "Hush!" he cut me off. "I don't wanna hear it. Remus," he said not-unfeelingly, looking me in the eyes. "What's up?"
"I...it's a secret.." I stuttered lamely. He looked hurt.
"A secret that you can't tell your old pal Sirius? Come on, Moony, have I ever let you down? Even when you told us about tua luna, I was still there, wasn't I? You can tell me." I sighed. It was now or never. I took the coward's way out.
"...I'm just...not at liberty to say..." I stammered, looking down. He sat down on the bed beside me, and in a sudden movement grabbed my hand and lifting my chin up with his other hand.
"Remus..." he rumbled. "I think I care about you more than you realize." And then he leaned forward and did something extremely unexpected. He kissed me. Our mouths slid together like hot wax and I pulled him down on top of me, gladly returning it.
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We lay intwined after our brief, passionate love-making.
"How...how are we gonna break this to the others?" I questioned him, sitting on his lap.
"Mm," he responded, wrapping his firm, muscular legs around me while kissing my neck. "We'll figure out a way to tell them." I was a bit worried.
"How do you think they'll take it?"
"Oh, James already knows," he laughed and looked down at me. "You're beautiful when you're anxious, you know that?"
"But how will Peter take it?" "Oh, he worships us, I'm sure he'll take it well." He brushed his hair out of his eyes and looked at his wristwatch. "It's bedtime--Hey..." he said, grinning slyly. "I don't see why you have to spend tonight in your own bed..."
"Neither do I," I replied, trying to be coy, but failing miserably. We rolled under the sheets together and that was that.