"Moooony, c'mon!" Sirius yelled from the top of the Quidditch stands. In one hand was a large bottle of firewhiskey, in the other was a Gryffindor scarf. The Gryffindor team had won the Quidditch cup earlier on in the day, beating Slytherin by 140 points. It was 3 o'clock in the morning and the party was long over, but Remus and Sirius had decided to carry on late into the night. They would have taken James and Peter, but James was worn out from the match and Peter had never liked going out late at night. So it was just the two of them. The werewolf and the heartthrob.
"You know, you always were the funniest drunk I've ever seen..." Laughed Remus as he got to the top of the stands.
"Y'need to live a little, moony. This stuff's great, really burns your throat. You never get drunk, do you?"
"That's because I worry what you lot will do to me when I pass out!"
"Awww, don't you trust us?" Said Sirius with a rare innocent smile. Remus ruffled the older boy's hair.
"Nope. Not at all."
"Well, love you too Remus!" The boy laughed again and took off for the gate. Suddenly he turned to Remus, and he could see Siri's eyes getting all unfocused, and he knew what was coming. Soon enough, the boy slumped to the floor.
"Bloody boy..." Remus muttered as he picked up his drunken best friend.
Sirius was carried to Gryffindor tower and put into his four poster bed. Remus did a charm to change him into his pyjamas, and then tucked Sirius in. he stared at the sleeping boy. Limbs at odd angles under the covers, brown hair tousled and hanging over his left eye, that angelic face Remus had grown up loving. He hesitated, and then looked at the other two boys. Still asleep, he thought to himself. Better not wake them up.
The small boy leant down in a moment of madness, and he kissed Sirius on the cheek. "I love you." He whispered into his friend's ear. He closed the curtain and climbed into his own bed.
Five minutes after failed sleep, he felt something touch his lips.
"I love you too."