"Kiss, while your lips are still red, while he's still silent…"

Remus padded out of his bed, silent in fear of discovery. He walked over to Sirius' bunk, peering into the curtains.

Sirius was in a massive heap of tangled, sweaty limbs with someone else.

"Can I…" He looked questioningly at the awake, scrawny boy lying atop of a slumbering Sirius. The boy nodded.

"Remus leaned forward and softly pressed his lips against Sirius' still flushed ones, ignoring the pang in his chest and the little voice telling him that it wasn't me who caused those beautiful lips to redden. He pulled away just as gently before turning around to pad back to his own bed.

"He loves you, you know." The boy had sad, knowing eyes. Remus just shook his head.

"Sirius is… he's too, too everything for someone as tainted as me."

Not a single soul saw Sirius open his blurry eyes in grim determination.