[A/N: Happy Christmas! Or any other various holiday or nonholiday you celebrate! Here is the final installment of the Advent Story. Sorry for getting it to you at the end of the day on Christmas, but there were some computer fails. I am so incredibly pleased with every single lovely review I got. You all mean so much to me. Again, I'm sorry for any crappy writing or mistakes, it's mostly a just for fun fic! Again, I love you all! Keep my other stories in mind!

Disclaimer: Anything you recognize is not mine. I love Jo. Ladida.]

Final Installment

The days went by and poor Remus became more and more confused. He would lie in bed staring at his nearly empty advent calendar. On this particular night, the 23rd of December, he had a pad of paper listing all the clues and their possible meanings.

Day 1: an eye: confirmed as 'I'

Day 2: an 'M': confirmed as 'am'

Day 3: a rainbow: confirmed as 'gay'.

This continued to make Remus' mind swish around wondering if he had any chance with Sirius and if maybe there was no way to ever even make Sirius notice him as a potential sexual partner, guy or not.

Day 4: a pirate: after much confused pondering, most likely the word 'are'

Day 5: a picture of Remus: probably referring to Remus. So in context, most likely 'are you?'

As was confirmed in the kitchens over hot chocolate, both boys were gay. Sirius had even admitted to only liking one bloke. Remus had been extremely concerned. If Sirius already liked somebody, what were the odds that it was Remus?

Day 6: a bee: most likely the word 'be'

Day 7: gold and coal and diamonds, paired with the spoken hint from Sirius "could also have put oil in there": this one particularly hurt Remus' brain, but he came to the conclusion that it was talking about mines. So… perhaps in context 'be mine'

Around this point, Remus' brain exploded and butterflies shot through not only his stomach but also his blood stream. This butterfly conspiracy resulted in Remus feeling slightly nauseous and overjoyed and horny. Shaking off his muddled thoughts, he continued to wade through the days of hints.

Day 8: ST_V: not Steve. Remus took a different approach. The letter 'U' as in the alphabet. So, this would be… the word 'you'

Day 9: Q_ST: in the same way, Remus discerned the letter 'R' as in the word 'are'

Day 10: buzz buzz. Sirius had gone on to say that the person could fly but didn't play Quidditch. Even still, James approved. Remus considered just asking James, but realised that doing so would make him a quitter. If anything, Remus was not a quitter.

Day 11: ooh aah with fireworks.

Day 12: tiful.

Remus concurred that none of those days made any sense by themselves and took them altogether to get the word 'beautiful'.

Sirius thought Remus was beautiful? Remus did an internal happy dance and prayed to god that he had gotten this part right

Day 13: H_JK This one was quick as it was a repeat. "I"

Day 14: heart love?

Day 15: 5/8 What? Remus thought I love what? 5/8ths of a thing? No…Remus looked up to see what days 5 and 8 had been. It's me! He realised. He's saying 'I love you, Remus'

Remember that internal happy dance from before? Yeah, now it was becoming external as well. Remus was doing a exultant jig behind his four poster bed curtains.

Day 16: an eye apostrophe m. Remus assumed this was Sirius lacking originality and the word was 'I'm'

Day 17: 'A++++' er.. very good? Perfect?

Day 18: '123_5' again Sirius lacked originality and Remus' deducted the number 4, or the word 'for'

Day 19: 5/8/15, Remus sighed, this was getting too easy. He could just imagine Sirius making this calendar and becoming impatient. Days 5, 8 and 15 had all been the word 'you'

Remus compiled the words together and started chuckling at typical Sirius confidence: 'I'm perfect for you'. Despite the arrogance, the sentence was true and Remus knew it full well. Nobody else could coax Remus out of his shy shell, and nobody could cheer him up the same way. Sirius was his perfect compliment. In opposites, they worked perfectly to bring out the best in each other.

Remus kept working.

Day 20: 'do, re mi, fa, _, la , ti, do!' Remus wondered briefly where Sirius had learned solfege and deduced the next word was 'so'

Day 21: 'another eye' the word 'I'

Day 22: 'want' Remus smirked. Apparently Sirius had decided to not even bother trying to represent the word want.

Day 23: '5/8/15/19' without really thinking about it, Remus recorded the word 'you'

Day 24: 'day 18/2+2' again with the obvious, Remus rolled his eyes. 'for'

And that was the last day. 'So I want you for…" and then it was Christmas. The sentence wasn't difficult to finish.

Remember those butterflies? They were now picking Remus' heart up and making it flutter through the air in bliss; Metaphorically of course.

Physically, Remus checked his watch; it read 1:30 am, Dec. 25th. It was Christmas and Remus decided that he couldn't wait to give Sirius his present.

He hopped out of bed and performed a minty fresh charm upon his mouth. Pulling his ratty pajamas into a suitable position, he silently crept across the dormitory to Sirius' bed.

He pulled back the curtains and all the butterflies that had been holding up his heart promptly died.

There was a girl cuddling against his Sirius. She had blond hair splayed across Sirius' bare chest and it was quite evident from her bare shoulders, that she was naked.

'What in the name of Merlin's left buttocks… fuck bloody shit dammit my damn bloody shit-fuck life of…. That bastard!' Remus stuttered.

Somehow, Sirius' face remained peacefully in slumber during this uncharacteristic display of foul language. The female, however, opened her eyes to look at the foul mouthed Remus. He was shocked, but she looked unsurprised and smug.

"Can I help you?" She asked, raising on eyebrow. Remus raised one eyebrow right back at her.

"And, who would you be?" He asked.

"Rachel," She answered. "Rachel Burgon; Ravenclaw. You must be… Remus Lupin?"

Remus simply stared at her.

"I see," She continued. 'Sirius has been telling me all about you. Apparently he made you a calendar or something, all to make you think he was gay and in love with you. Rather cruel, I thought, but he found it incredibly amusing, and who was I to ruin his fun?"

Remus continued to stare at her in shock.

"He found out you were a fagot and decided to have some fun before outing you to Potter and Pettigrew. You poor thing! If I were you, I would go straight to McGonagal and demand to switch dorms."

They sympathy on her disgustingly flawless face was so fake that Remus wished he could just tear her stupid, pretty face off.

More than that, he wished he could just disappear. He knew it had all been too good to be true. There had been no chance that somebody like Sirius would be interested in a stupid, gay, werewolf like himself.

What this Rachel was saying just made too much sense. Sirius had always loved a laugh at somebody else' expense. It was usually only saved for really bad people, like Snape. But then again, wasn't Remus that? A bad person, a gullible, homosexual, werewolf.

His face started to burn and his eyes stung. Before he knew what he was doing, he drew his wand and sent a stinging hex at the boy he so desperately adored.

"Ouch!" Sirius groaned, rubbing his eyes open. He sat up in bed, the red blankets falling off his beautifully sculpted torso. He looked at the now nervous looking Ravenclaw and let out a very unmanly yelp.

A second stream of curses filled the room.

"What the fucking fuck on earth is bloody going on here? Burgon? What in heaven's bloody ball sacks are you doing in my bed?! Naked?! I'm naked!" He pulled his blankets up around himself and pulled away from the panicking girl. "For Christ's sake, I've told you a million bloody times, I'm not, fucking, interested! I am gay! I like Remus! Now get out of my bleedin' bed before I get a bleedin' restraining order!"

Rachel Burgon huffed and, and grabbing a robe, marched toward the door.

"Stupid cocksucker!" She screeched. "Both of you! Get AIDS and never have babies, for all I care!"

And then she was gone, leaving the two boys to stare after her, shocked.

"So… you are gay then?" Remus asked awkwardly. Sirius sighed.

"Yes, of course."

"And you don't have AIDS, do you?"

"No, you bloody well know I don't."

"So, er… why aren't Prongs and Wormtail awake after all that shouting?"

"Oh, well I told them to put silencing charms around their beds tonight… just in case."

"Just in case? You mean that you thought some crazy Ravenclaw bird would end up in your bed resulting in loud yelling and obscene amounts of swearing?"

"No…"

"Then why did you suggest silencing charms?"

"Just in case you er… put together the hints from the calendar and er… decided to… um…"

"Wake you up?"

"Oh, uh, sure. Yes, decided to wake me up."

"Oh"

"…"

"…"

"So… did you work it out?"

"Yeah… I did. You love me?"

"Yeah. I do."

"And you want me for Christmas?"

"Yep, that's about right."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"…"

"So?"

"So… Yeah, I love you too, Padfoot."

"As more than friends?"

"Of course."

"As more than brothers?"

"Definitely,"

"Oh. Cool."

"…"

"So, er, you want to join me?"

"In bed?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Well, you're naked, Padfoot."

"I know, Moony. That was kind of the point."

"Oh…Okay."

"…"

"…"

"You're really warm, Padfoot."

"mmhmm."

"…"

"Hey, Sirius?"

"Yeah?"

"Merry Christmas."

[A/N: Rachel the Ravenclaw is mine. She is not based off anybody and I mean no disrespect to any Ravenclaws. Think about this: She was smart enough to sneak into the Gryffindor dorms! That says something for her!

Again, thanks for reviewing. It means a lot! love, FlameintheFlood]