As Sirius and Remus walked away from the Fat Lady, the sounds of the party dulled and the air became cooler. Remus' vision was slowly coming back into focus now that his senses weren't overwhelmed by the noises of the party. Godric, his head was pounding. He gritted his teeth, breathing heavily as he tried to control the overwhelming feeling on Sirius' presence. He remembered Sirius still had hold of his arm
"Where are we going, Sirius?" Asked Remus gruffly, trying to break free from his grip. He couldn't remember where they were walking to. Sirius just held on tighter.
"I'm taking you to the hospital wing, like we planned," he answered simply.
Remus stopped walking. No. No, no. He didn't want to go there. He didn't want to be in the hospital from now until after the full moon. That could be three days! The wolf protested, he wanted to run.
"No."
Sirius stopped walking and looked at Remus, loosening his. "What do you mean, no?" He took a step closer to Remus, who took a step backwards, grabbing the wall to steady himself without Sirius holding him up.
"I'm...I'm not going to the hospital wing. I can take care of myself," said Remus weakly. "Go back to the party, I'm sure Marlene is wondering where you are."
Sirius was silent, thinking of how to best approach the situation. Instead of yelling that he was going to kick Remus' arse all the way to Pomphrey, he tried to reason with him.
"Of course you can, you've handled much worse," said Sirius matter-of-factly, not breaking his gaze. "But, to be honest, Remus, you're not acting like yourself and you need to get yourself in check before we head back to the common room, alright? How about we find an empty classroom until you've calmed down and sorted yourself out, eh? Marlene can wait."
Remus pondered this. Sirius was always so good at negotiating. He couldn't deny that the wolf had a stronger hold on him today than any other full moon, but the thought of being locked in an empty classroom with just Sirius made him anxious. But, he didn't have a choice. If he started running, he definitely would be hexed and taken to the hospital wing unwillingly. If he complied, the wolf would get the run free for a little while longer.
Remus slowly nodded.
Sirius made a move to help Remus again, but Remus visibly flinched.
"I can walk on my own," muttered Remus. "Feeling better."
The two walked a bit until they found their classroom. It was used mostly for students during their free period to catch up on work, or, in the case of the Marauders, plan pranks on the Slytherins.
Remus walked into the room and opened a window, feeling the cold wind and heavy rain hit his face, bringing him back to reality. He inhaled deeply and leaned against the windowsill.
Sirius sat on a bench, stretched out his long legs and crossed his arms, watching Remus curiously. He always watched Remus - studying, reading, laughing, thinking. Remus was the most interesting. James was his brother, undoubtedly, but Remus was his friend. His closest, most trusted friend. He cared for him deeply.
Sirius understood Remus better after becoming an Animagi and feeling the canine senses as Padfoot. He understood the werewolf's basic instincts to run and hunt. During the full moon, Sirius and Remus would communicate on stronger terms than James and Peter. They just understood each other.
Sirius spoke first after several minutes. "Remus, what are you feeling?"
Remus, still facing the window, began rubbing the back of his neck and sighed loudly. This is why he didn't want to speak to Sirius. He could say the wrong thing or do something he'd regret. The one person the wolf wants the most is the only other person in this room. Remus himself didn't know what that meant. What did the wolf want with Sirius? He didn't want to find out.
"I don't know, Padfoot. Ever since this morning, I've been feeling like I'm losing my mind. And back there, in the common room, I think the drinks dulled my senses and the...wolf... was coming out stronger."
Sirius wrung his hands, not sure how to ask his next question. He figured it's best to be blunt so there was no miscommunication.
"Are you turning early because of the harvest moon? Am I safe, or should I turn into Padfoot?"
Shocked by the question, Remus turned around, trying ignoring every wolffish impulse to square up to Sirius.
"No, I don't think so. I feels like last time, just much stronger. It's not like turning. It's just...this sounds so stupid...but it's almost emotional. And I'm having a hard time separating the wolf from me." Remus looked down.
Sirius jumped up from his seat and walked toward Remus. Remus put his hands up.
"Sirius, you have to stay away. You...you smell."
Sirius paused. "I...I what?" He asked, surprised by the unexpected comment.
"Your scent, it's...it's really strong. For some reason, it's affecting me and I'm having a really hard time from just..." Remus put his head in his hands, defeated. "It's driving me mad."
Sirius stayed silent. He didn't know what that meant. He smelled different? Than he usually did? He wasn't sure how his scent could change, but he saw how this was making Remus feel. He saw how conflicted he was. He just wanted to comfort his friend. He shouldn't feel alone.
Sirius wasn't afraid of Remus. He confidently continued walking towards Remus and placed his hands gently on either side of Remus' shoulders, squeezing slightly. Remus flinched, but didn't make a move to back away. He started to breathe heavier, closing his eyes, concentrating on pushing back the wolf.
"Moony, I'm not sure what that means, but I'm not going anywhere."
Remus barely heard. Sirius was so close, and they were alone. He could do anything. He could hurt Sirius. Did he want to hurt Sirius? The scent paired with Sirius' touch on his arms, trying to bring him back to reality was making it hard to concentrate on where he was. He was at Hogwarts, in the empty classroom. It's Saturday, night time, and he's with Sirius. He's alone with Sirius.
Remus clutched his head and moaned quietly. It was pounding. His skin felt too tight. He was losing control of his wits.
"Remus?"
This was it. He couldn't hold back anymore. Remus suddenly stood up straight, grabbing Sirius' arms, turning him so he was pressed up against the wall, with nowhere to move.
Sirius' eyes widened, and Remus could feel his pulse quicken. "Remus...what are you doing?" He asked breathlessly.
Remus didn't answer. He locked eyes with Sirius and tightened his grip around his strong arms. Sirius didn't fight back.
Remus was overpowered by the wolf within. He pushed his body up against Sirius, his hips making contact with his. Sirius let out a gasp, never breaking eye contact.
Remus broke eye contact, leaning his face closer to Sirius, so close he could feel his warm, shaky breath on his lips. he could almost taste the firewhiskey Sirius had drank before they left. Remus then lowered his face to Sirius' neck, pushing his hips deeper into his. Merlin, this was it. It was everything. Remus' lips gently brushed Sirius' collarbone, making him moan.
Sirius was, in every sense of the word, shocked. Shocked by Remus' bold actions, and shocked by how much he liked it. It was dangerous, and real, and he wasn't even sure if this was something Remus was going to remember. He wanted to explore, but didn't want to take advantage of his friend. He grabbed Remus' hips, pushing him away slightly so he could get the upper hand, pinning Remus up against the wall.
Remus suddenly felt trapped. He stared at Sirius and let out a low growl. He didn't like to feel overpowered. Sirius kept one arm across Remus' chest and placed another on his hip, keeping him steady.
"Do you know what you're doing?" Said Sirius gruffly. He could feel Remus' rapid heartbeat under his arm. Remus tried to push him away, but he was weakened by the moon and Sirius was strong.
Remus didn't answer. Sirius thought he saw his eyes change from amber to gold for a split second. Remus closed his eyes and shook his head, pushing his hips strongly toward Sirius.
"Sirius...", Remus murmured. He bent his head toward Sirius' chest, inhaling deeply. He then pushed Sirius roughly, breaking the spell for a moment and catching him off guard. Remus shoved him again hard, sticking his foot behind Sirius' leg, making lose his balance and fall to the floor.
Remus was immediately on top of Sirius, pushing him into the ground, hands on his chest. Sirius then grabbed Remus' wrists forcefully, twisting his arms so he lost balance and landed on his side. Sirius got the upper hand, pinning Remus' wrists to the floor. He lowered his body down, pinning Remus even harder.
This could turn bad really fast, thought Sirius. He couldn't even focus on the steamy events that just took place, he had to calm his friend down and take him to the hospital wing. He had to call James for backup.
"Remus!" Shouted Sirius, over and over to try to bring Moony back to reality.
Remus was struggling hard against Sirius' weight. He wanted to pull Sirius' face towards him and shut him up. But here was shouting. Anger. It pulled him back to the surface. He could breathe.
Remus stopped struggling. "Sirius, I hear you, stop screaming!" He felt like his head was going to split open.
Sirius let out a sigh of relief and closed his eyes. "Oh thank Merlin," he sighed. "Can I get off you now? Will you claw my eyes out or snog me senseless?" Sirius joked weakly.
Remus moved to push Sirius off him and sat up while Sirius clambered to his feet. Both boys were winded, sweating after their close encounter. Remus moaned and put his head in his hands. His head was killing him and his body felt like it's been through war. That pull in his stomach was still there.
"Always joking, are you?"
Remus made a move to try to stand, but his vision lurched, making him lose his balance and fall back into Sirius. He felt nauseous and his skin was on fire. He couldn't move.
Sirius caught him before they both hit the cement. "Remus, are you okay? Does something hurt?"
Remus could barely open his eyes. His whole body screamed. He groaned and clenched his teeth, arching his back slightly. "Hurts. Head. Nauseous. My skin is so hot," he said weakly. He gave in and fully leaned on Sirius for support. Sirius moved so he was behind Remus and gently lowered him to the floor, setting him in between his legs with his head resting on his chest. Sirius put a hand to Remus' forehead and gasped.
"Moony, you're burning up!" He exclaimed. Remus groaned.
"What happened?" He asked, dazed. Sirius gave a puzzled expression.
"Remus, do you know where you are? What just happened?" Asked Sirius cautiously.
Remus started to clench his hands and shift his body, clearly feeling uncomfortable. "I - I think so. Uhm... it's kind of a blur. I, I think I pushed you? Godric, Sirius why do I feel so terrible?" Remus winced.
Sirius quickly pulled the two way mirror from his pocket, shouting for James. After a few minutes, he could see James' face come into frame.
"Took you long enough, you prat! I need your help. Remus is in bad shape, we need to get him to Pomphrey now. We're in the old classroom."
James didn't even wait for a response before he flung the mirror down and moved out of sight.
While waiting for James, Sirius sat there with Remus, slowly replaying the events that just occurred. It was over as quickly as it started, but they almost seemed lost in time. Sirius lowered his face to Remus' hair, closing his eyes.
