A/N: Hi guys! I know you probably hate me… I hate me too :3 But yes, I'm starting another story, and yes, I'll probably never finish – but I do (surprisingly) have a life! I have loads of tests coming up when the summer ends, and because I've been put into the top set for every subject, and I'm in Triple Science, I have extra pressure added on as well! I'm hoping to do well in all of them so I have to study hard… And I need a social life… And I also write on a site called 'Wattpad' so if you wanna read my stories on there then inbox me for my name But yeah, this was just a little idea that came to me while I was reading a Quirrellmort fanfic :D ENJOY!

Disclaimer: Obviously, I don't own Remus or Sirius in any way or form. Bcos if I did, they'd be married by like, book 5 or something.

"Sirius, stop it." Remus sighed through his nostrils, his eyes narrowing at the dusty old book he was attempting to read. As he did so, dust blew into his nose; he tried to ignore the feeling building up but he couldn't, so he ended up sneezing loudly and inducing a stern telling-off from the librarian.

After she'd gone, Sirius commented lightly, "You're cute when you sneeze." He grinned charmingly and Remus's heart kind of just pinged, like when you see your favourite singer or crush.

But that didn't make sense, because Sirius was definitely not a singer, and there was no way in hell that Remus could have a crush on him.

Right?

That's what Remus always told himself, anyway. Because it was totally weird for a guy to like another guy, right? Because people (especially those Slytherins'!) would laugh at him mockingly because he was gay.

But then again, that didn't make sense either, because what else could explain that… feeling, that he got whenever he saw Sirius? How whenever he did something sweet or kind, Remus would have to leave the room before he burst?

Like when he-

"Hey, Remus?" The afore-mentioned boy grunted in response. "You're spacing out again. You do that a lot." Sirius chuckled, poking the other boy's nose teasingly before ruffling his feathery hair.

Like when he does that.

Why is it, Remus thought moodily to himself, that when he does something like that, everyone but me sees that as normal?

He also thought to himself how it was odd that no one noticed his reactions to anything remotely 'flirty' that Sirius did to him.

But he had to shrug those idiotic thoughts away because Sirius was, yet again, poking him childishly and asking, "Can we leave now?" It wasn't as if they'd been here long! They'd only been here… Crikey, four hours!

"Why didn't you tell me we'd been here this long?" Remus frowned in concern. That was strange; he'd usually be bugging me about ten minutes after we'd arrived.

Sirius blushed (blushed!) and said, "Well, um… You just looked so cute concentrating, I couldn't pull you away!" He chuckled like it was a joke, but something in Remus's mind ticked and he thought that maybe, just maybe, he was telling the truth.

But then maybe his mind was playing tricks on him, after all, because that couldn't possibly be true, seeing as-

Remus shook his head exasperatedly; not this again. He will not start this stupid internal debate again.

But it was true – it could never, ever, in a billion years, happen. Just because.

But then, by the time Remus had finished his mind-battle, Sirius had packed up both his and Remus's belongings. "You ready to go, mate?" He questioned, bending over to see Remus better.

At the close and obviously discomforting presence of Sirius's face near his own, Remus silently squeaked and hid his face into the book he was still holding, to hide the faint rose that blushed his cheeks.

"S-sure." He stuttered moronically. "J-just give me a s-second."

With his hand shaking unsteadily, he quickly walked over to the nearest bookshelf and shoved the novel in an empty space between two large books that no one but him could probably even comprehend.

He looked over at the table and chairs to make sure that he hadn't left anything, and then nodded at Sirius who had been watching him amusedly throughout the whole thing; he had always found Remus's mindfulness hilarious.

"I'm certain we haven't left anything, Remus. Now let's go before the old hag drags us out." He nodded over to the librarian who, although usually mild-mannered, was in fact glaring daggers at them through her black spectacles.

"Hag? That's harsh, Sirius." He says as they pass her; her eyes switching dangerously from boy to boy. Why did she suspect them? Remus was usually always here – it was his peaceful, private sanctuary - so she should know better! But then again, he was here with Sirius, so he didn't think that he could honestly blame her.

Sirius laughed obnoxiously loud. "What? She's old enough to date Dumbledore, mate!" They both burst into laughter, eliciting another evil glare from the now-furious woman.

Remus shudders. "Can you imagine that? Those two, in the janitors' closet, getting it on." He winks boldly at Sirius, and then shudders as he feels his tummy wrinkle with nerves as Sirius looks at him intensely with his dark eyes.

Then, the moment is gone, and Remus breathes a sigh of relief as Sirius smiles weakly.

"Yeah, that'd be disturbing at the least." He chuckles faintly.

Remus frowns; what was up with him? At least he wasn't flirting with him anymore, but then again, was this any better? He was acting strange and Remus was determined to find out what was up.

But how? Remus pondered as they wandered through the empty hallways in search of the Gryffindor common room. It's not as if I can just talk it out of him…

Then, suddenly, he had a genius idea – but did he have enough guts to do it?

I really do want to know what's wrong, Remus sighed in his head wryly, looking at Sirius. It's worth a try, at the very least.

A/N: Ooh! What is Remus scheming, huh? Find out in the next chapter! ;) Hope you liked – and don't forget to review, because your comments make me write more chapters, faster! Ciao for now :) xox