A/N:

Why, hello! It's me again with another story! Yay! I actually have time to type all this crap up. Although, I was forced to write and put up this story. I'm not much a slash writer, mainly because I'm not a big fan with slash couples, but my friends are. Once they heard I hadn't written a slash fic before... Well, they decided to torture me until I did. I have written a grand total of five, and they still aren't giving up. I gave permission for one of my friends to post a more, um, graphic story of mine (which still haunts me and my HTML format dreams) on her sight, but I'm not telling the name or its location. *shiver* Bad memories. So, anyway, here I am with a G-rated slashness and PG-rated story (due to lots of yelling which might disturb the kiddies). This is one of my first kiss versions between Sirius and Remus (they are the only slash couple I find acceptable to write about). Please don't yell at me too much! This is one of my friend's favorites. I may have to write more than one chapter to this because I totally warped my original ending. Don't forget to review!!

WARNING: This story contains mild slash. (Which I rate very, very mild... In fact, it hardly exists. O.o)

Disclaimer: I own nothing, except my plot. *clings to plot* Mine! *hisses*

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"Now, as you all learned, werewolves are very dangerous, dark creatures. As it is my job to prepare you to face anything and everything, today's lesson will be solely about the killing and trapping techniques for such a beast." Professor Quibbling announced to his advanced class, looking around the small dungeon impatiently. "Come on now! Get out some parchment to take notes."

The class scrambled through their bags, pulling out their supplies as quickly as possible and bumping a few heads in the process. Although the class was small, the more advanced dark arts classes had to take place in the tiniest dungeon, as it was the most equipped for their experiments, some of which required no light. There was hardly any room for the long table, which all the eight students sat at.

Satisfied all attention directed toward him, the Defense professor continued. "The most potent element to pair a werewolf against is silver, since such information is elementary I will spare you the lecture, but rather, ask one question. What is the biggest muggle superstition for killing a werewolf?"

Lily Evans raised her hand. "That would be silver bullets, professor."

"Very good, Miss Evans. Yes, silver bullets are exactly what muggles first used to do away with whoever they claimed to be a werewolf. Much like the witch-hunts of the medieval times. It is speculated that wizards were the ones who introduced the concept of silver for dealing with the full moon monsters to muggles. Using this knowledge, muggles were able to create many tools for werewolf hunting, such as the widely popular silver bullets- "

Looking up from his notes, Remus slowly raised his hand, and Quibbling blew out a hard sigh, looking down at his shoes while massaging his temples.

"Yes, Mr. Lupin?"

"Um-actually, sir, it was a squib who first introduced silver bullets. His name was Cumulius Bowen, somewhat of a racing broom expert at the time. He had taken to fiddling with muggle weapons, the gun among them, and inspired by his last failure, the silver-tipped arrows and crossbow, spread the idea of using silver for bullets, especially in areas of Romania. He had mainly muggles and squibs such as himself in mind when making the silver bullets, because they would be unable to conjure a silver cage or the like to distract the werewolf while they escaped."

"How very insightful, Mr. Lupin. Perhaps you would rather be up here. Hmm?"

"No, sir," he said, ducking his head down.

"Well then, I suppose you should leave the teaching to me, but I can see how you can hardly contain your knowledge. So you may write me a foot and a half on the affects of pure silver on werewolves and the current ways the ministry is using it to control the werewolf populous."

"Yes, professor."

"Now, as I was saying..."

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"How could you let him treat you that way, Remus?" Sirius asked, stepping out into the corridor.

Remus shrugged, straightening the shoulder strap on his bag. "I don't know... Just used to, I guess."

" But I don't understand. You were right and he was wrong-"

"-Very true," James piped in from their side, his eyes never leaving Lily and her group chatting some ways down the hall.

"-Why didn't you stand up for yourself?"

"Because that would only lead to more trouble, and it just wasn't worth it," said Remus, "I mean, what's a little extra work?"

"A little extra work? A little? Come on, Moony! I've seen your work pile. You're taking the hardest classes Hogwarts can offer, not to mention those monthly visits to the shack don't help either."

"I think it's great you're worried about me, but I can take care of myself just fine," he said to a pouting Sirius.

"He's right mate," James informed no longer dead to the world. "Oh bugger! We had better hurry Peter or we'll be late for Runes. See you guys at lunch!"

With a wave, the two were gone.

"Why does he even take that stupid class?"

"Lily, of course," Remus mumbled, rummaging through his bag.

"Of course."

"Hmph."

"What is it?"

"My ink well leaked all over my bag," he said, dropping to the ground.

"Let me help," Sirius offered, kneeling beside Remus.

Speechlessly, the two cleaned out Remus' bag. Sirius watched his friend calmly mutter a cleaning charm, reversing most of the damage. The bag itself proved harder to clean than expected, but Remus insisted it would be all right if it remained a little splotchy. He claimed it gave the bag a more nostalgic quality.

"I don't get it Remus."

"Get what?" he asked fastening his bag shut.

"How can you be so calm all the time? Don't you ever feel things?"

"Of course I feel things," Remus said, giving his friend an odd look as they walked down the near-empty corridor.

"I mean emotions. Strong ones."

The werewolf nodded. "I do."

"Like what?" he wondered aloud, stopping in the middle of the hall, while Remus continued on, ignoring the question. "It's just... I feel things like anger, happiness, and sadness... And more complicated emotions like jealousy, hatred, heartache, and... love... Sometimes all in one day. But you? You're like one wall, blank and so very optimistic."

Remus stopped and turned toward Sirius with a grunt. "If this is about Quibbling-"

"That's only a part of it. One-fifth, no, one-eighth! Not once in the five and a half-year I've known you have you cried. Not even after your parents separated. When everyone walks all over you, and I mean everyone (even James and me), you just ignore it."

"I'm hardly going to stop a friendship over a little homework copying."

"What about the Whomping Willow incident with Snape, who, I might add, you can't even hate or dislike? I betrayed you that night, and the next morning you shrugged it off, blaming yourself. I was racked with guilt, and still am. You never accepted my apology or blew me off. James and Peter wouldn't even look in my direction for a month, but you acted as if nothing had happened!"

"If it makes you feel any better, I accept your apology. Now, come on or we'll be late to class," Remus said, pulling Sirius by the arm.

"What about the girls mate?"

At this, Remus blushed and let go of Sirius' arm. "What do you mean?"

"Well, anyone who gives you puppy dog eyes, you ignore. And as far as an outburst or showing jealousy, I can't recall a single time you showed any symptoms of them... Being a stoic doesn't make you perfect, you know? It just makes you an empty shell!" he shouted, his anger at its peak.

"I feel lots of emotions, Sirius," he said, shaking his head. "A lot."

"There you go again, acting so composed and speaking in that calm voice of yours. Get angry for once in your life! I can tell you want to yell at me for acting so stupid."

"I have no desire to yell at you, Padfoot-"

"Then what do you want to do?" asked Sirius, his chest heaving, "I can tell you're hiding something from me. What is it?"

Remus faced forward, muttering with petty bitterness, "Nothing."

"I touched a nerve, didn't I?" he said, lowering his voice. "Come on, tell me what's up?"

"It's nothing."

Sirius marched up in front of Remus, blocking his path. "You need to express your emotions, Remus. Right not before I have to yell at you some more!"

Remus pulled back, hesitation in his eyes as he checked the hallway, then leaned up to his friend, leaving no space between them, and kissed him, unbound by the limitations of a first kiss. Finally, he backed away.

"Happy now?"

"Um," stuttered the dazed animagus.

"What? Is the great emotional Sirius Black rendered speechless by one kiss?"

"I..."

That's what I thought," Remus said, shaking his head again and walking on to class without another word.

Sirius stared after him, regretting everything he had said and wishing feeling did not hurt so much.