The days submerged to weeks as February began to drain. That day, the hero of the Gryffindor Common Room was none other than their quidditch-team's seeker, James Potter. Following a spectacular win against Slytherin, the Gryffindors were feeling particularly cheery. James was lifted into the air again and again by the crowd, at the centre of which were all his teammates, and his girlfriend, Lily Evans. And of course, the student who tagged after him constantly.
All of his teammates; except one. The seventh member was in his dorm, spending some quiet time with his boyfriend. They had initially joined the celebrations, but at an unknown point during the festivities, beater Sirius Black had caught a glimpse of the peaky-looking Remus Lupin slip away up the stairs and inconspicuously followed him.
Remus lay on his bed, eyes closed, trying to ignore the nausea that was creeping in with his new cycle. The chestnut-haired boy appeared totally ordinary on the outside, but inside he was fighting a monster: for he was a werewolf.
He lay on his bed contemplating what was ahead of him: it was unbearable. He wished Padfoot were here now. He craved Padfoot; he craved the warmth of Padfoot's body, in human or dog form; he craved the sense of security that his best friend brought when they were side-by-side.
Just as he thought these things, he heard the door open and close, and footsteps enter the room. He dared himself to open one eye, just to see, and right enough, his very favourite person was peering down at him with a worried expression.
"You look a little owl-like when you do that, Moony," Sirius laughed. "It's cute."
"I'm glad you think so." Remus stated plainly. He reached up grasped his mate's hand, pulled him into a sitting position, then he sat up and rested his head on the boy's muscly shoulders. He felt so happy and contented. He had been desperate to be close to Sirius, to hold him, to feel his gorgeous body, for two years. Remus had realised how he felt back in fifth year, and suffered in silence all this time: oh, how he regretted it.
Sirius lay down and pulled the covers over the pair, letting his head roll to the side and land next to his boyfriend's.
"You're absolutely adorable, you know that?" He whispered.
"I hardly think you are in any place to talk," Remus chuckled.
"You light up my day and night. I honestly have no words to describe just how much I love you. You're such a treat to be around, Moony. Or in." Padfoot winked, and Moony nuzzled his nose against his lover's chest, listening to his heart.
Despite what he knew what would come, the werewolf felt comfortable, warm and remotely cheerful. Sleep eventually saw him concede, his hair being fondled by the love of his life.