Howling at the Dog-Star

by inactive0000000account

The story of how Remus and Sirius fell in love with each other. These are the events so described in For In Dreams by the same author told from the perspectives of either Remus or Sirius. This is meant to be a companion to For In Dreams, but can be read before or after or separately. (coverart by author)

20. Chapter 20

A/N: guess who's super sorry that it's been more than a week since the last update? hint, it's also the person who just started a new semester at college and is attempting to not fall into an existential crisis. it me. i'm v sorry, guys, like i said, i just started a new semester and Rene de Cartes is haunting me. plz enjoy this, I'll be back in a few days with the next update.

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October 7th, 1995, 8:53p.m., the DADA professor's quarters

Remus

Harry and his friends left just before nine, leaving Remus and Sirius listening to the recap of the Harpies vs. Wasps match that had just ended. Sirius leaned on the counter and smiled up at Remus.

Remus raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"Nothing," Sirius said with a shrug, continuing to smile dopily. "You're just extremely attractive."

Remus flushed and he looked away, down to his feet. He felt Sirius come up behind him and hug him from the back, his forehead coming to rest on his shoulder.

"What are you doing?" Remus asked with a laugh.

"Vertically spooning you."

"I'm not quite certain that that's a thing, Sirius."

"It is now."

Remus sighed and rotated himself in Sirius's arms. He draped his own arms over his shoulders and raised his eyebrows.

"What?" Sirius said.

"Are you going to kiss me or not?" he asked.

Sirius rolled his eyes. "Maybe I won't. What are you gonna do about that, then?"

Remus smiled, then pressed a quick kiss to his lover's mouth. "Marry you," he said. Sirius laughed his deep bark-like laugh, and kissed him again, properly.

He pulled back, and whispered: "That's my line."

Remus smirked at him. "No, your line is 'marry me'."

Sirius shrugged. "Same difference."

"No, it isn't!" Remus said with a laugh.

Sirius drew his wand and flicked it at the radio; the match recap switched to Remus's jazz station. "It is," Sirius said, "dance with me."

Remus rolled his eyes, but he let Sirius lead him in a slow waltz even though the song playing was more suit for a foxtrot. They danced until the end of the song, then Sirius took his hands and led him from the lounge into their bedroom, shutting the door firmly behind them.