A.N. I apologize for the badly written angsty fluff ahead- I'm really tired and just the slightest bit jet lagged, so yeah. Thanks for reading. :)

"I'm sorry!" a fifth year boy with shoulder length black hair chased after a smaller boy, this one with sandy brown hair that fell into his amber eyes.

"You're wasting your breath, Sirius," the smaller boy said, pivoting around on one foot. Tears pricked his amber eyes. "You've said that you're sorry over and over. But guess what- it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter how sorry you are, you still told Snape. And it wasn't your secret to tell. Sirius, I could have killed him! But you didn't think about that did you- no, actually you didn't think. Just saying sorry won't work this time. And to think that I used to- that I still- oh never mind!" Remus ran off, ran until he found his safe haven. It wasn't the library, as most seemed to think. No, Remus' safe place was an abandoned classroom that was fairly close to the astronomy tower. He sat there, surrounded by unused desks and stacks of old books and parchment, huge sobs wracking his small body.

It's so ironic, thought Remus sadly. It's so bloody ironic that the one who I trusted with everything, even my heart, would be the one to betray my trust. And it was true. Shy, secluded Remus, with his quiet fondness for chocolate and tendency to lock himself in small rooms reading Shakespeare plays and Emily Dickinson was totally and completely in love with Sirius Black. And definitely not in the platonic sense. And Sirius had betrayed not only him, but Moony. And it hurt. It really, really hurt. Remus combed his fingers through his hair, and wiped some of the moisture off of his scarred cheeks and attempted to regain a little of his self control. He had History of Magic next, and he would just sit there and cry if he didn't do something. He walked out, startled to see that he had been crying for almost an hour. He hurried to the classroom, not caring about his eyes, which were probably puffy and red like they always got when he cried. He sat down in his usual spot, cursing the fact that he had to sit next to Sirius.

Slowly but surely, the classroom filled up. He got a few funny looks, but no one really cared. No one ever did. Finally, Sirius and James walked in. Sirius walked over to him awkwardly.

"Moony, I…"

"I don't want to hear it, Black," Remus interrupted. The class went by without any hitches, until a note was passed to Remus.

Moony, how many times have I told you that I'm sorry?

It doesn't matter, Black. We've been over this. I know that you're sorry, but it doesn't change the fact that you betrayed me. I'm done letting you get away with everything.

Just give me one more chance!

No.

Please.

NO.

Please!

"Professor Binns, I'm not feeling very well. Could I please be excused to go to the hospital wing?" Remus asked, shoving his books into his bag.

"Very well Mr. Lupin. As I was saying, Wendelin the Weird was famous for the amount of times she allowed herself to be burned…" the professor replied, his voice remaining a monotone the entire time. Remus stood up and walked out, barely containing his sobs. He stumbled into an empty corridor, where he collapsed in a heap of tears and anger.

"Padfoot… I bloody hate you sometimes!" he mumbled.

"Yeah me too."

"Sirius!"

"So we're back here, then? 'Sirius'?"

"Better than calling you 'Black', isn't it?" Remus was thoroughly exhausted by the exchange. "Look, Padfoot, I…" Remus was interrupted by Sirius' full lips pressing against his own. The silly birds were wrong when they talked about Sirius' kissing talents… he wasn't simply good, he was positively heavenly. And Remus was kissing him back, and Remus decided in that moment that Sirius had learned his lesson.