Disclaimer: I own nothing. All the credit goes to J.K. Rowling.

Note: This story contains slash, meaning two men in a romantic relationship, so if you don't like that, THEN DON'T READ IT!

Summary: A night spent alone with Sirius in the common room changes Remus' feelings towards him. Just a lot of fluffy goodness. Set in seventh year of MWPP era.

Note: My first shot at a slash fic...so go ahead and make fun of it! I accept criticism...so do your worst! I don't know how far this will go, but I won't make it too long. Of course, that's if I get any reviews! So anyways, I'll be going back to school on Thursday (sigh) so I may lose some of my creativeness. But DON'T WORRY! Updates will come! Okay, enough with the chit chat, read and review!

Chapter 1

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It was a cold December night, and Remus sat alone in the common room, finishing his Transfiguration homework given by Professor McGonagall. He stared out into the window across the room, gazing at the stars which were twinkling. He then saw the moon, his worst fear, in a small crescent. He sighed, and looked back down at his unfinished essay. He tapped his pencil, adding to the sound of the wind pounding against the window pane. He sighed again, impatient with himself, as he tried to focus his thoughts on the essay.

He heard footsteps coming down the staircase of the boys' dormitories. He looked up, and saw his best friend, Sirius Black walking down the steps wearily. His hair was more messy than ever, and his shirt hung loosely off his chest. He rubbed his eyes as he took a seat on the couch across from Remus. "What are you doing up at this time?" Remus asked. Sirius yawned, then replied. "Waiting for you," He said quietly. Remus only looked at him strangely, wondering why in the world Sirius would be waiting up for him. "Er...well, you'll be waiting for a long time, I'm never going to finish this essay..." Sirius stood up and sat next to Remus. "Here, let me see," He said, pulling the essay off Remus' lap, his arm brushing against his. "What makes you think you can finish it, when I can't?" Remus asked, smirking. Sirius rolled his eyes. "You never know, Moony, I might have a brain," He said seriously. "Yeah, a one track brain: girls, girls, and more girls." Remus said slyly. Sirius put the essay back on Sirius' lap and crossed his arms. He looked away angrily. "I was just joking," Remus said softly. Sirius didn't say anything. Remus studied his face. "What's wrong?" He asked. Sirius shook his head and looked down. "Come on, Padfoot, you can tell me," He said, putting a hand on Sirius' shoulder.

Sirius looked up into Remus' eyes for a moment, then began to speak. "Well, it's just that...I really fancy this one person, but I don't know how to tell them, you know? Every time they come into the room, my heart beats faster, and, well, I just can't tell them, they'd be kind of weirded out, you know?" Remus smiled gently. "Since when has old Padfoot been afraid to tell a girl how he feels about her?" Sirius only half-smiled. "Besides, I'm sure she won't mind, any girl would die to have you," He said comfortingly. Sirius gulped. "Well...er...it's not..." He began, and Remus stared at him. "What?" Sirius shook his head and stood up, Remus' hand sliding off his shoulder. "Forget it, it's not important."

"No, seriously, what's wrong Sirius?" Remus asked, standing up along with his friend. Sirius turned around to face Remus. He took a few steps forward, so their faces were only inches apart. Remus stared into the blue eyes he was always accustomed to seeing, but there was something different in them. They seemed tender and soft. Sirius began to lean in closer, his lips brushing against Remus'. They both closed their eyes, as their lips met each other. It didn't seem wrong to either of them, as if they had both wanted it for a long time. They deepened the kiss, indulging every moment together. They let go, and stared at each other. Sirius suddenly turned around, and walked quickly up the staircase, leaving Remus alone, once again.

He sat down again, picking up his unfinished essay, and packing it into his bag. He sunk into his chair and stared into the fire. 'Had I just kissed Sirius? My best friend?' He asked himself. He could still feel Sirius' lips upon his, the electricity he felt at that moment. Realization dawned to him, Sirius had been talking about him when he meant the person he fancied. Though, at that moment, it felt as though his feelings would be returned.

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A/N: OMG, I just thought of all of that in like ten minutes. Well, I'm in my creative mode. Okay, so tell me what you think by REVIEWING! And I won't continue if I don't get any, so REVIEW, REVIEW!