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A/N: Sorry if there's mistakes in my grammar.. but I'm french, I just tried to write this to see if it's understandable (I really hope it is :x.)
Part one : « So I just let go of what I know I don't know, and I know I'll only do this by living in the moment. »
The boys were lying in bed, reading together an enchantment book, laughing at the ideas of the future pranks they'll pull on other students, mostly on slytherins. James was at some quidditch training and Peter was, as usual, wathching him. Sirius had ditched him to stay with Remus who wanted to study a bit, when alone in the gryffondor tower. But that was before Sirius stepped in his bed and started to manage to distract him by commenting every spell that Lupin was trying. Now, they were just here, enjoying the few hours they were spending just the two of them. Both found these moments special even if they couldn't explain why. It just felt good to be together. Sirius was less, erm, less Sirius. He was careless of what others might thought about him, because others was only Remus, and Remus would never judge him. He hadn't to make everyone look at him, he only wanted Remus to pay him attention, like he was doing, because nothing else mattered than him during these few hours they could get. For Remus it was like escaping his life, or more precisely the wreckage of his life. With his parents no more talking to him, having Sirius with him, all for him for a few hours was like having a family again. With no James in the middle of them, he allowed himself to be more than just the prefect boy who always played wise and was there to set the limits to James and Sirius' pranks. So here they were, shoulders against shoulders, laughing. Sirius went to turn the page, so did Remus at the same time. Their hands touched, but none of them took his hand back. « This is surely awkward », thought Remus. « This is all definetely awkward, why can't I just move my hand away ? », thought Sirius. But he did nothing, nor did Remus. After a few seconds, Remus took back his hand, letting Sirius turn the page. They were silent now, reading in their head. There were all these thoughts running through their heads. What did just happenned ? Was it worth to care about it, or was it absolutely nothing ? Did they want to take it a sign of whatever it was ? Remus wanted to ask Sirius about it, he needed to know exactly what happened, he needed Sirius to put words on what he couldn't describe. He turned his head, desperately hoping that Sirius would know.
« Siri ? Can I.. », he stopped. Apparently, Sirius had had the same idea, or at least turned his head at the same time. Before Remus could speak, their head were already moving closer, their lips were almost touching, he could feel Sirius breathing right now, and that was what had interrupted him. What was going to happen now ? Were they about to.. But he didin't thought further, James entered the room, already followed by Peter. The two boys pulled out, Remus a bit flushing, Sirius bitting his lips. He wouldn't know tonight what all this fuckin' thoughts were about.