"He's upstairs," James declared, without looking up, as Remus made his way through the portrait hole; the events of the past hour still in his mind.
"Huh?" Remus asked him, coming back to the present.
"Sirius. Upstairs," James repeated, glancing up at Remus briefly. As he did so, he noticed a small, barely noticeable gleam in Remus' soft eyes.
"What?" Remus paused, catching James looking over at him.
Shaking his head, James turned his attention back to the fire; a book closed upon his lap, as he hoped internally, that the gleam was in regards to Sirius, upstairs, as opposed to the Slytherin he detested so much.
Feeling slightly confused, Remus bypassed James, nodded to Peter as he scrawled along a sheet of parchment, looking half asleep, and made his way upstairs.
"Who is it?" Sirius asked, following the soft knock on the dormitory door.
"Me," Remus answered.
"Stop messing around, James," Sirius muttered, sounding slightly annoyed.
"It's me," Remus repeated.
Sirius paused, and stared over at the door, "Remus?" he called softly.
Instead of answering, Remus opened the door, and stepped inside. What he saw there, made him come to a standstill.
Sirius had appeared to attempt to tame his wild brown hair. But not unlike James', the task was impossible. Instead, straight down the centre of Sirius' head, was a nice, straight, flat pile of hair. Either side, lay big bushy bits of hair.
And that was just the start.
Sirius was sat, perched on the end of his own bed, in his favourite shirt, and jeans. Muggle attire that Remus himself, had helped Sirius find – with Lily's help, one Christmas long ago.
"I.." Sirius stumbled over his words, seemingly embarrassed.
"You remind me of Albert Einstein," Remus pointed out, with a nod at Sirius' hair.
"Who?" Sirius asked, frowning slightly – distracted.
"Muggle scientist," Remus pointed out, seeming to have forgotten Sirius' apparent lack of knowhow, on the muggle front.
"A scientist is, like, a potioneer, yeah?" Sirius asked him, looking awed at Remus, and thus not thinking of his words.
"Yes, like that," Remus answered, walking over to Sirius as he shuffled over on the bed. Remus' thoughts were no longer occupied by Sirius, but now on the potioneer he had just spent his last hour or so with.
"I see," Sirius replied as Remus walked over, a little short.
"What is it?" Remus turned so he was facing Sirius sort of, and asked him, feeling concerned.
"Something's different..." Sirius muttered.
"D-different?" Remus asked him. He was seemingly wary of Sirius knowing about the rendezvous in the library. And he didn't want to ruin the moment.
"You," Sirius pointed out; his eyes assessing every inch of Remus. And by every inch – I mean, every inch.
"What?" Remus asked, feeling a faint flush rise into his cheeks at the apparent assessment.
"You smell like him," Sirius said flatly.
Unsure what to say, Remus leaves a silence in the air. A few minutes go by, as the silence becomes more and more awkward.
That is, until, Sirius says, "It's okay, you know."
Having been staring at the carpet a moment sooner, Remus turned his attention back to Sirius.
"What do you mean?" Remus asked him, feeling some of the earlier panic edging away.
"We can get through this. Together," Sirius replied.
"Sirius..."
"I know, I know," Sirius replied with a wry smile.
"I can't..." Remus said, feeling a frown of his own as he wondered what to say.
"Shush," Sirius cut him off softly, "Let us not talk about him any longer."
And with that, Sirius opened out an arm, in offer to Remus.
Watching for a moment, Remus then obliged, and shuffled over beside Sirius.
With a small content sigh, Sirius closed his arm around Remus.
"Mine, now," Sirius whispered, his lips now close to Remus' ear.
"I..." Remus objected.
"Shush," Sirius repeated, placing his other hand's finger over Remus' lips; soft and delicate.
With an internal smirk, Remus parted his lips and closed them over Sirius' finger.
Raising an eyebrow, Sirius grinned.
Keeping his lips closed, Remus returned a smile.
"Whoa," Remus mumbled, as Sirius pushed him back against the bed.
Sirius chuckled aloud.
"Trapped."
Remus mock frowned, and made to push thoughts of Severus away from his mind.
"Careful love; I'll end up in the Dog House," Remus retorted with a smirk.
"Would that be so bad?" Sirius asked him, jokingly – although there was an edge of seriousness in his voice.
Sensing this, but keeping it light and friendly, Remus answered, "Definitely – I'd get fleas." He finished his comment with a wink, and naturally, Sirius took it well.
"Better behave then," Sirius said, with no intention of doing.
Remus scoffed, "Should I even bother holding you to that?" he asked.
Sirius paused for a moment in mock consideration, earning him a gentle slap around the head.
"Hey!" Sirius called, grinning at Remus who mirrored the expression.
Remus stuck his tongue out.
With no second thought, as per, Sirius leaned down and closed his mouth around Remus' tongue; capturing his lips.
A soft moan escaped Remus' lips as he took the opportunity and brushed his tongue upon the roof of Sirius mouth.
Sirius jerked back looking cheerful, but seemingly irritated.
"Yes?" Remus asked him, sensing that everything was still okay, but curious as to the reason behind said reaction.
"That was not cool, Moony," Sirius complained, still smiling.
"Why ever not?" Remus asked him, raising an eyebrow.
"Weak spot," Sirius replied without thinking, and slapped a hand to his mouth.
"Thought as much – suits your personality. But thank you for the confirmation," Remus said, sounding pleased.
Sirius merely growled in response, which led to Remus' smile widening a great deal.
"You are so adorable," Remus said, cutting off that which Sirius had been on the verge of saying.
Sirius faltered, "Erm..."
"Ha. Werewolf 1 – 0 Puppy." Remus declared.
Sirius merely raised an eyebrow, "Competition, is it?"
"I..." Remus now faltered, hearing the double meaning.
"Do not doubt, that I will win," Sirius warned.
Remus appraised him for a moment.
"I ho- We'll see," he muttered.
"Anyway, guess what," Sirius said, trying not to hope too much at Remus' last comment.
"What?"
"I love you."
Remus sat in silence, and mentally calculated the way Sirius had said it first, and his earlier comments on the matter.
Instead of offering a reply, Remus leaned up to press a kiss to Sirius' lips; fruity, soft.
Pressing himself against Remus, Sirius responded instantly, and shivered as Remus kissed his jaw and neck.
Knock, knock.
Hearing the door, Sirius glanced down at Remus, as he retreated and lay back upon the bed. The two of them smiled at one another, before looked over at the door.
"Who-"
"James," the person responded.
"Sod off," Sirius replied with a joking yet serious manner.
All the while, Remus was stifling laughter, and certainly did not wish to be interrupted.
"You wouldn't be saying that if you knew it was ready," James retorted, opening the door without a warning.
Remus and Sirius lay against one another upon Sirius' bed, and had but no time to move.
Looking at Sirius as though he had not just walked in to see the two of them entwined with one another, James repeated, "It's ready."
"We can do it any time..." Sirius whined.
"Not if you want it to be ready," James answered, uncharacteristically being the voice of reason.
"We can do it tomorrow..." Sirius repeated, wanting to remain with Remus forever, in case he were to leave him for Severus, and then he could know that he made the most of the situation.
"Fine, I'll just tell him," James replied indifferently, turning to Remus, "Re-"
"FINE," Sirius shouted, jumping off the bed and closing his hands over James' mouth.
"Mphfmbs" James mumbled against Sirius' hands, then an evil gleam arose in his eyes.
"Eurgh!" Sirius shouted, wrenching his hand back and wiping it on his trousers, "He licked me," Sirius said, in answer to Remus' questioning look.
"Oh," Remus replied with a light smile, sliding off the bed and straightening his own shirt.
"I'm sorry, Rem," Sirius said, "I really do not want to leave you now..."
"Don't worry about it," Remus replied, thinking about a book he could indulge in until Sirius returned.
"No, really..." Sirius said, stepping away from James and pressing a small, soft kiss to Remus' forehead, "Although you'll thank me for it, later."
"Then go," Remus answered, looking somewhat scandalised at the public affection.
"All right," Sirius answered, and began to leave with James.
"Oh, and Sirius?" Remus called with a smile.
"Yeah?" Sirius turned back slightly.
"Come on..." James muttered, shaking his head and continuing away.
"I love you," Remus replied.
The two of them stared at one another, equal smiles on each of their faces.
"Now go, I'll still be here when you return," Remus added as he made his way over to his own bed.
Without a response, Sirius went.
Excited for the time in which Sirius would return, Remus lay in his bed, and opened his book. Settling down, he knew the hours would go faster now.
Sirius did not return all night.
So, what is Sirius still planning?
I have a fair idea about the way in which this is going, now. Thanks for the responses, I think it's evident who is going to get Remus - I just don't want to break their heart too much.
Thanks for sticking around, the next update will probably be some time this week.
See you soon.