Disclaimer: I don't own the characters and I am in no way profitting from this. JK Rowling owns Harry Potter and all that implies.
Author's note: This fic is dedicated to my best friend Leslie because she loves Remus/Sirius so much.
Raindrops pattered on the stone of the Astronomy Tower. Remus stood at the barrier, gripped in physical pain, watching the water make its suicide plunge to the ground below. His body was in anguish. The moon was almost full; the next night, he'd be transformed. And without any magical aid for the pain, his body was stretching himself so the next night wouldn't be so hard. His body was crying with the rain; it hurt so badly.
And no one in Gryffindor could see or hear him when he was like that.
"Moony?" a voice called from the stairway of the tower. Turning, Remus could see through the haze the form of a tall, lanky male.
"Padfoot... hey," he smiled at his best friend. Sirius stepped over to him, rubbing his bare arms.
"What're you doing out here, Moons?" He asked as if he didn't already know. He peered up into the sky, letting rain soak him and mat up his hair. Blinking the rain out of his eyes, he cocked an eyebrow. "There aren't any stars tonight. Too cloudy."
Smiling, Remus took his hand. "I knew you'd come to keep me company." Sirius mirrored his grin, using his free hand to gently wipe the moisture from Remus's cheek. A spark flew between them at the contact, startling them both into widening their grins.
"Hey, Moons..." whispered Sirius in a breath as he pulled Remus closer. And he lightly kissed his lips, soft as the rain falling around them. Remus shivered into his hold. "You cold, Moony?" Sirius asked, brushing his back with his fingers.
Next thing Remus knew, he was alone and the rain intensified its percussion against the stones. Looking around for Sirius, he felt something tug at his waterlogged clothes. Glancing down, a large, black dog barked at him, Remus smiled and slid down the open wall of the tower. Padfoot waited for him to sit contentedly, then gently covered his lap with his furry body. Warmth radiated from the canine, causing Remus to sigh in comfort. He raked his fingertips on Padfoot's back. Leisurely, the little furry foot began twitching, and Padfoot raised his head in response to lock eyes with Remus.
A wave of feelings penetrated Remus then, icier than the rain still soaking them to the bones. He looked into Sirius's huge, peaceful, chocolate, dog eyes and he saw trust. He saw friendship. He saw loyalty. He saw honesty. And surprisingly, he saw love. And he knew he loved this dog back.
Letting the rain shield his confusion, Remus thought. And then he knew it would work. They loved each other. He almost laughed, water dripping off his crooked nose. They were in love. And they were just two dogs without enough sense to come in out of the rain.