Sirius doesn't know where he's going. All that he knows is that he has to get away from his Pureblood nutters of parents. He has to run away. Far away. Because, really, a hot-headed sixteen year old Gryffindor rebel with a Slytherin Wench of a mum is only going to be able to stay in Hell for so long, especially is he happens to be in love with a Halfblood. A Werewolf. A MALE Halfblood Werewolf.

The thing about running away, though, is that its usually spontaneous. Sirius doesn't have a plan. All Sirius has is his wand, his school-trunk, and an enchanted motorbike. So now, Sirius is flying through the air, in a direction that is decidedly opposite his ho- what used to be his home.

Now, Sirius must make a choice: turn around and speed off to James', or keep going towards Remus' home. Thunder strikes, and the weather decides for him. Rain starts to fall (so appropriate for my situation, Sirius thinks) and he keeps onwards, cursing in French all the way.

He soars through the air for two and a half hours, dodging muggle airplanes, promising himself that he will have Remus all the while. He arrives at the Lupin's, drenched and determined. If he doesn't see his Moony now, he'll lose his conviction. You can't run away, however far you run, from yourself, he decides. Sirius HAS to tell Remus, or he'll never be happy.

He brings up the motorbike to the window the thinks will be Remus's, and doesn't knock. The noise from his motorbike will attract Remus's attention. Subconsciously, he's procrastinating, but it proves to be a futile attempt. A shirtless Remus Lupin, with a look of surprise and az quisitive eyebrow raised almost to his hairline. His forehead is crinkled in the most adorable way.

Sirius breaths deeply. Remus opens his mouth.

"Padfoot, you're drenched! What the ruddy he-"
Sirius leans in and kisses him, cutting him off.

The Kiss (so worthy of capitalization, Sirius decides) is almost everything he's dreamt of. Remus' lips are soft, but firm, and Sirius can feel the jagged edge of a scar against him. Remus kisses him back, hard and rough and right. Sirius pulls away to see Remus's astonished face. He isn't smiling.

You're an idiot, Sirius thinks. You've got your Kiss, but lost your Moony. Look at him, he's repulsed! With a mumbled, "Bugger," he flips his head around. He misses Remus's smile, and gives Remus a face full of rainwater.

Sirius has to run away. Far away.

He speeds off to Potter Manor, cringing at Remus' panicked cries of, "Wait, Pads! Sirius!"


When Remus and Peter arrive at Potter Manor to visit James later during the month, they're pleasantly surprised to find that Sirius has his own room. James takes Peter to his room, throwing his resident canines a smug look. In this moment, Sirius wants nothing more than to punch his best mate in the face. Sirius wants to run away, far away, bujt he has nowhere to run.

You know what? Sirius asks himself. Good. Bloody brilliant. Spiffing, really.

He's tired of running.

"Moo-" he starts off, but Remus launches himself forward. Suddenly, Sirius has something else occupying his mouth, something much more intresting to do.


When Peter Pettigrew opens the door to Padfoot's room, he finds him attached to Moony at the lip.

Peter wants to run away. Far away.