Author's Note: This was originally going to be a flashback in a chapter fic, but instead of waiting for inspiration to write the rest of it, I figured it would be just fine as a oneshot. If you think there should be more, tell me so, but I can't make any promises... Apologies in advance for the mildness of the slash; I've never written romance before. Please enjoy anywayz!

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"Oi, Moony! Come join the fun!" called Prongs, who was the first to enter the Common Room after a trip to Hogsmeade. Moony looked up from Mysteries of the Kappa. He was sitting in his favorite faded scarlet armchair with one leg resting across the other knee, elbow jutting into the armrest. The wrist holding up his book had been getting rather tired. When he looked up he saw the rest of the Marauders coming in carrying two bottles each of some bright orange liquid that sparked inside the bottle each time it was shaken.

"How'd you get that firewhiskey?" Moony asked.

Prongs just beamed and let Padfoot answer.

"How do you think?"

Moony and Padfoot locked eyes for a few seconds. He ought to have reported them. He ought to have snatched the bottles, scolded his friends, and then turned in the evidence to McGonagall. Of course he didn't. He was far too tired to consider it. He hadn't even gone to Hogsmeade that day because he was still tired and ill from a few nights before.

"I suppose you're going to have a party?" Moony took off his reading glasses with one hand and folded them.

"You could say that," answered Padfoot, smirking. Then Wormtail spoke up.

"Remember the last time we convinced you to drink? We had such a great time—"

Moony sighed and interrupted. "I'm not doing that again. You can have your fun. I'm going to bed." Ignoring the protests from his friends, he placed a bookmark in his spot in the book and closed it. Then he stood up and approached the stairs that led up to the boys' dorm.

Padfoot rushed over and blocked the entrance to the stairs. "Come on, Moony, old mate, it'll be loads of fun. Just like last time. You didn't get to have much fun today." Moony kept walking, and attempted to push him aside.

"I'm sorry. I just don't want to."

"Are you sure?" Padfoot stopped smirking. Their faces were inches apart. Moony, suddenly uncomfortable, ducked below Padfoot's arm and went up the stairs.

"I'm sure," he muttered.

The last time he had alcohol had been fun, to be sure, aside from the hangover he had suffered afterwards. He had laughed and babbled and stumbled around in such an uncharacteristic way as to be almost a relief. It was the babbling he didn't like, though. He had too much to hide to ever get drunk again, especially in certain company.

He changed his clothes and settled into his bed. It was the one closest to the door, on the right-hand side coming in. Warm in his red plaid flannel pyjamas, he and his nervous imagination quickly settled, and he was able to fall asleep. No secrets would be revealed tonight.

…"Remus…you know I've always loved you." They were in the library, standing next to one of the study tables. "I love you too, Sirius." They hugged for a long time, happily melting into each other. He savored the scent of Sirius's hair, which hadn't been put up in its usual ponytail. Then, just as Remus was starting to forget where he was, Sirius pulled back a bit and stared into his eyes. When Remus did nothing, Sirius put his face very close to that of Remus. Their eyes blurred together, and he gave Remus a gentle kiss on the lips. The very air around them was filled with happiness as everything faded away…

Moony groaned a bit and rolled onto his other side. The side of his crown was resting on the bottom edge of his pillow, making his neck ache. He knew he would have bed head. The morning sunlight tickled his eyelids, consequence of his forgetting to close the curtains around his bed.

Stretching his legs, he felt his feet hit something heavy toward the end of the bed, on top of the covers. Startled, he kicked it again. The mass grunted but did not move. Moony opened his eyes and sat up. He felt a sudden thrill that raced from his scalp to his extremities when he saw that it was Padfoot fast asleep at the end of his bed.

He looked as though he had simply collapsed onto the nearest comfortable surface and fallen right to sleep. About a third of his raven hair had come loose of its ponytail holder, making him look rather like a Muggle servant-girl after a long day of scrubbing with a washboard. Much of what was loose was spread across his face, and his mouth was opened slightly. It emitted a barely audible snore. Moony watched him for several minutes.

Padfoot's shoulder twitched suddenly, and his eyes opened blearily before hastily shutting again. Moony remembered his dream when he saw Padfoot's eyes for that brief instant. The thrill came back, this time settling in his wrists before fading. He wondered if Padfoot had seen him just then. Did he know that he was in his bed?

"Padfoot… Sirius? Are you awake?" Moony whispered. Padfoot grimaced and nodded, putting a hand to his forehead. Moony thought he heard him whisper "curtains," so he got out of the bed and pulled the curtains shut for his friend. This left him standing barefoot in the middle of the stone floor of a silent room. He got dressed and went down to the Common Room to see about his other friends.

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Author's Note: As you can see, this is a very early stage of his crush on Sirius. Isn't it sweet, though? Review or die!