a/n: This little fic is inspired by 'I'm coming out' by Diana Ross, which will be of great significance later ;)

The Beta is done by Natasha, the lovely girl that I actually came in contact hereon fanfictiondotnet,this one's for her. Even though she likes H/D better :P

Disclaimer: I love the boys, but sadly, they're not mine 'pouts'

The Woes of Sirius Black

The first time Sirius Black had the thought that maybe he was gay, he brushed it aside with no hesitation. But as time passed on and hormones and puberty made themselves known, he started to ponder just how heterosexual it was to check out other people's arses. Very heterosexual was Sirius' conclusion, and blatantly ignored the fact that most of the one's he'd found nice did in fact belong to the less female part of the Hogwarts population. Sirius kept on sleeping in classes, mixing up potions ingredients, exchanging the salt in the shakers for sugar (which he himself admitted was a pretty shitty prank), and secretly admiring the hind quarters of the male quidditch players. Maybe, thought Sirius hopefully, maybe I'm just trying to see how high ranking my own bottom would get. Or maybe he was settling in a home on the banks of a river in Egypt.

Then came the Saturday morning in late November when Remus Lupin burst into the Gryffindor common room looking windswept and flushing, declaring that the first snow had fallen during the night. When all the Gryffindors' had stormed out and were tumbling over in the weather, and Sirius himself was scooping up handful after handful of the cold snow, pressing it together into airy balls and tossing them at random people, the miracle that was Remus happened.
Sirius had just thrown a snowball right right at the back of Remus' head, and stood and watched as it connected with his neck. Remus froze. Then he turned around slowly, some of the snow sliding into his robes and down his back, making him shiver. Their eyes met and Sirius felt an icy chill in his stomach as he responded to Remus' cold gaze. They stood unmoving for what felt like an eternity. Then Sirius scrambled to get a new scoop of snow to make another cold weapon, but before he could stand up straight he found himself attacked by something black that slammed against him and sent him tumbling to the ground. He gasped as he connected with the wet snow with a crusty thump, and immediately there was something cold and crunchy stuffed into his mouth. It took a few moments for him to stop flailing his arms and spit out the snow, and when he looked up at his attacker; Remus was straddling him, grinning widely. Sirius stared as if he'd been hypnotised. The twinkle in Remus' eyes, the dimple in his left cheek, Hell, even Remus' cold and reddening nose was the most fetching thing Sirius had ever seen. That was the moment when Sirius realised that maybe he wasn't as straight as he'd believed.
Well, this we cannot have, thought Sirius, as he squeezed the now wet snowball in his hand and thrust it in Remus' face.

"Ieug! Pads! I got snow up my nose!" wailed Remus and futilely tried to get it out by pressing his nose. Sirius just lay there, staring at Remus'now tomato-red nose that was filled with the white substance, and it was still fetching, dammit!
Remus had now reverted to shaking his head in the mission of clearing the snow out. He looked so silly shaking his head and poking his nose that Sirius couldn't help but snicker. Remus shot him a glare.

"Awww, Moony, you're so cute."

Not more than a second after he'd uttered those words, Sirius was covered in snow.

Later, when they were heading back to the castle, and Sirius was trying to brush out the snow from his now damp hair, he made a big number of walking behind Remus because of the miniature snowman that Remus had made of his head. Or, at least, that's what he told himself.

After this day, nobody was safe. In his quest for his sexuality, Sirius started to accidentally bump into people, making them drop things - and have to bend over to retrieve them. After some time James started hinting that glasses were very sexy on dark haired men, and by the end of term, people had started to make way for him in the corridors. Even though the students stood flush against the walls when Sirius came careening he still managed to knock people – and furniture – over.

Over the holidays Sirius spent time pondering his situation, coming to a conclusion, making a banner out of the horrible pink dining room curtains and some silver paint, and, secretly, purchasing a pair of subtle glasses.

Coming up: The Banner, Most Startling Revelations and Remus' Reaction.

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