A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

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"Can't you see she's over the moon you even asked her? You're seriously thinking about taking that back?" Remus asked, staring at Sirius. He shrugged, looking at the fire place. The flickering flames sparkled in his eyes. Remus tried not to stare at them.

"That's true, but see, Marlene and I... we're not... I mean... I love someone else, someone I was hoping would get jealous."

"So you asked Marlene to the dance to make this other person jealous?" Remus stated, shaking his head. This plot had James written all over it.

"It was James' idea," Sirius argued. "He swore it would work."

"And he swears every single plan to win Lily's heart will work too, Padfoot. How many of those have worked?" Remus pointed out. Sirius seemed to think about that for a moment.

"Three?"

"Three? Then why is Lily going to the dance with Severus and not James?"

"He asked first?" Sirius asked hopefully. Remus sighed, flopping onto the well worn couch against the Northern wall of the common room.

"Sirius, just ask this other girl what she thinks of you. Then you'll know."

"It's not a girl, Moony. It's a bloke and he's completely oblivious about how I feel about him. I mean, I don't even know if he likes blokes or not. He's never had a girlfriend though," Sirius answered, pausing to think about that small fact. Remus looked over at Sirius.

"He's never had a girlfriend. How does he act when he's around you?"

"He's sweet and cute and talks to me like I might have a brain in my head. He doesn't care about my family name," Sirius answered. Remus nodded slowly.

"Does he stare into your eyes? Does he sigh when you start talking about Marlene McKinnon and the other witches that keep throwing themselves at you?" he asked, staring at Sirius, noticing how the flickering light from the fire made his grey eyes look like they had flecks of copper in them.

"I don't know, maybe," Sirius said, throwing his hands in the air. "How would I know what you're bloody well staring at most of the time?"

"What do you mean, what I'm staring at?" Remus asked, noticing the flush crossing Sirius' face.

"I mean, the bloke..."

"Me? You've been trying to make me jealous?" Remus asked in disbelief. "But, I'm not the jealous type."

"Yeah, I think I might have noticed that. So, now that you've gotten me to confess the fact I have a bit of a crush -"

"Bit of a crush?" Remus laughed. "I think it might be beyond that," he added.

"Fine, fine, whatever this is," Sirius started to say, suddenly noticing how Remus was staring at him, how he was looking in his eyes. Sirius blinked. "Wait... you like me?"

"If I didn't at least like you, don't think we'd be friends," Remus teased. Sirius glared at him causing Remus to laugh even harder.

"You know what I mean, Moony!" Sirius howled.

"I do, and yes, I do like you Sirius. I like the way your eyes light up when you scheme. I like the way you're not defined by your family. I love the way you keep picking yourself up whenever you fail," Remus stated.

"So, um, then would you like to go the dance with me?" Sirius asked.

"You already asked Marlene, she's going to kill you if you back out, Padfoot. I think, maybe this plan might have actually backfired to the point where you can't undo it. I will be at the dance and no one says we only have to dance with the person we came with?"

"You'll dance with me?"

"Of course I will, I'm a horrible dancer, but I'd love to dance with you, Sirius," Remus stated, giving his best friend and no longer secret crush a huge smile.