Remus turned to his side so that he didn't have to face him, but to his surprise his friend walked to his bed and sat down. The werewolf boy slowly sat up and started to stare at his feet.

"Moony?"

He didn't answer.

"Moony? I think I'm in love."

Tears started to form in Remus' eyes. He still didn't answer.

"I left Mary in the corridor, because I'm in love."

"You... you probably should talk to Mary, then. If you're in love."

Sirius looked at him wide-eyed. "I didn't say I'm in love with her! No, the person I'm in love with is much better. He's-"

"He?" Remus interrupted him. He knew it probably sounded rude. Because he was amazed. And, perhaps, because there was a tiny little bit of forbidden hope.

Sirius looked at the werewolf with a hurt expression.

"Do... you mind... I mean... are you okay with... me being, you know... gay?"

Remus looked at him for a long moment, before saying: "Of course I am. How could I not be? You're my best friend." And more, he added as a thought.

Sirius' face broke into a beautiful smile, and the boy flung himself into Remus' arms. During this hug, Remus felt a tickling sensation, like energy was all over his body.

When they pulled away, there was a saddish expression on Sirius' face, Remus noticed.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"I can't be with him, you know," the other boy answered. "I'm pretty sure he doesn't see me like that, and he doesn't even swing that way."

Remus didn't know why he did it, but he took Sirius' hand.

"You cannot know if he swings that way. I didn't know about you for years, you just can't assume that he's straight."

Sirius glanced at the hands, before saying: "No, no. I'm absolutely sure he's straight."

"Who is it, then?" He wondered out loud. "Not James, is it?"

Please not James.

"No, not James..."

He sighed in relief.

"Who?"

"Err..."

"Do I know him?

"Of course."

"Do I know him well?"

Sirius nodded.

"Peter?"

"NO!"

"Okay, I don't know. Just say it, okay?"

His friend stared at him.

"I..."

He looked encouragingly at him. "You know you can tell me anything. I won't laugh at you, I won't hate you. You didn't do that with me when you found out that I am a werewolf, so I'm not doing it with you. Ever."

Sirius stared at him for a long time. Then he sighed.

"I g-guess you're right. Okay. Moony?"

"Uh, yes?"

"I'm in love with you."