Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any characters other than Delilah, who isn't even mentioned all that much.
This was actually supposed to be a challange fiction. Do not remember where I saw the challange.
The night air was cool against their faces. The only warmth was created by their embrace. The stone on the ground was cooler than the breeze. Remus' bare toes curled at how frigid it was.
"Sirius?" Remus asked quietly.
"Mmm?" He murmured.
"Do you remember the night we went into the shrieking shack the first time?" Sirius cocked an eyebrow for a moment, holding his breath. He let his lungs relax.
"Very clearly, now that you mention it." He looked down at Remus, "Why do you ask?" He shrugged.
"I just keep thinking about how everyone thought it was haunted up until the point I left my position as Defense Against The Dark Arts professor. Well, they still think it's haunted. I guess memories and rumors go pretty far, huh?" Sirius nodded and smiled. He grabbed Remus' hand and pulled him inside, kissing his cheek gently. Sirius sat at the kitchen table, holding his partners gloved hand. Remus sat down, smiling to himself. They both looked over to the clock and looked back to each other, eyes set in a stare. "Every time I look at the clock, I think it's earlier than it really is." The clock struck early in the morning, about two to be exact.
"Well," Sirius said quietly, "We could always have a bit of fun." He grinned, standing up.
"Sirius…" Remus warned. Sirius simply smiled and gave a wink. He took a step back. His feet, being slightly damp from the outdoors, caused him to go sliding, and land straight on his face. "So much for having fun," Remus smirked, helping Sirius up and leading him to the couch. They sat down in the dark room, which was only slightly lit up from the moonlight. "You know, I have always wondered, why do we never reminisce on our past? It seemed to be the most exciting part of out lives." Sirius smirked.
"Let reminisce now then." Remus smiled as the went on speaking of the past.