A/N: Hi Guys! So this is my first Harry Potter fic and first shot at slash - ever. Don't tear me to shreds, please!
Disclaimer: Everything recognizable belongs to J.K. Rowling but this fiction itself is in no way canon to the Harry Potter Universe. Nor do I make money from this story. Have I covered all the checkpoints : not mine, not canon, no money... Sigh. Don't sue me! I'm poor :(
The day was like any other day. Sixth years Sirius and Remus were in the shrieking shack, preparing for the full moon to rise in a few hours' time. James would join them later since he was out on his first date with Lily. Peter said he had to do some junk that Sirius couldn't recall, nor could he be tired to care about.
Sirius was on the floor, listening to some rock music loudly. Remus, who was nervous as he always was before a transformation, shut off the music in agitation before plopping down on the couch with his legs beside Sirius.
"What was that for?" Sirius growled. No one touches his music.
"It's giving me a headache," Remus grunted.
"I'm so sorry," Sirius rolled his eyes. "Got to do something to stay entertained for the next few hours."
There was silence. "Did you know that Dumbledore's gay? I asked him and everything and he confirmed that he once had a lover," Remus whispered.
"You're joking, right?"
Remus shook his head. There was another long silence.
"I-I wonder what it would be like… how's it different, I mean. You know, kissing a guy to kissing a girl," Remus spoke again in his soft whisper of a voice.
"Doubt it's much different," Sirius mumbled, blushing slightly at the awkwardness of the conversation.
"I guess, we could always find out…" Young Lupin suggested, blushing too.
"Like, that research junk you do, right?" Sirius questioned.
"Yeah – course. And we wouldn't need to tell James about our," Remus cleared his voice, "research. We wouldn't want him thinking we were shirt lifters or something…."
"Alright then. Pucker up lover boy," Sirius teased, but Remus could see how scared Sirius looked.
"If you don't want to…" Remus trailed off weakly. Sirius was already on the couch, half straddling the sandy haired boy. He put his hands on each side of Remus's head on the couch. He began leaning closer to his close friend.
Remus starred a little nervously before meeting him halfway. At first it was gentle and soft. Sirius pressed harder into his mouth, slipping his tongue to meet his partner's. He moved one of his legs to be in between Remus's. The two boys fell back on the couch with Sirius on top.
Sirius's member hardened and rubbed against Remus's thigh, making him moan. Remus began unbutton Sirius's shirt. He threw the shirt down and ran a hand over Sirius's sculpted abs.
Sirius yanked away from him with scared, grey eyes. He got up, grabbed his shirt, and ran out of the Shrieking Shack in panic.
Remus threw his head back and groaned. He buried his face in his hands, nearly letting a tear fall. He swore in frustration.
"What have I done?"