7 days and 21 hours later

"You seem happier."

"Do I?"

"C'mon Sirius, you know you do," Remus sighed tiredly. While he felt the opposite, and not just because of the full moon.

"I suppose I might have something to smile about," Sirius said and the corners of his lips twitched upwards.

That was obvious. Sirius had been in a foul mood ever since he came back to live at Grimmauld Place, but lately he was almost cheerful. Like he had been as a young man.

"You're getting laid aren't you?" Remus asked and suddenly there was a heavy feeling in his stomach.

"Who is it Molly, Minerva, Emmeline Vance, Amelia or," he hesitated the most with the last name, "Tonks?"

Sirius frowned. "Do you really think I would sleep with Minnie?" his barking laughter filled the air, "or Molly? God forbid!"

Remus jaw clenched, he was finding this less amusing. "Sirius I know for a fact you haven't been getting out, so unless you've been going with men now, it's either Molly, Minerva, Emmeline, Amelia, or Tonks." His voice was stern as he repeated the names. "Those are the only women you've seen." It was a demand not a question.

Sirius' smile faltered, his grey eyes suddenly stormy. "Is something wrong Mooney?"

He used his nickname but there was nothing affectionate in his tone of voice at this moment. They both knew something was troubling the other.

Remus looked away. "No."

They both knew he was lying.

Sirius' grey eyes examined him sternly for a moment before he spoke.

"Good, because I've actually been going with all of them. Particularly Molly, she needs the most work!" he laughed grimly.

Remus rolled his eyes.

He knew Sirius was just trying to make him laugh but his evasiveness was worrying him more. He had a feeling he knew who it was. And he was so afraid of hearing the truth. But he had to know.

"Who is it Padfoot?"

Sirius' knuckles rapped against the table for the longest time, contemplating his answer.

"Does it bother you?"

"No," Remus said, "I just think I should know if one of our Order members suddenly falls pregnant."

Sirius shifted in his seat and his hands clamped around his forehead.

"You don't have a thing for Nymphadora do you?"

Remus' stomach lurched. But he used all his strength and self-mastery to compose his face into a carefully emotionless mask. "No."

Sirius stared downwards at the table. "It's her."

Remus felt as if a stone had been dropped on top of his head.

For a moment, in the first time in his life, he wanted to attack Sirius. He actually wanted to attack Sirius. Some animal baser part of him wanted to attack his old friend and make him bleed. He choked a little on his anger. But if he hadn't already decades of experience controlling the wolf, he could not do what he was about to do right now.

Remus got up from his chair and placed his hand on Sirius' shoulder.

"I'm happy for you," he said with as much sincerity as he could possibly get into his hazel eyes. He knew Sirius had suffered much more than him. Twelve years in Azkaban that he could never apologize to him for. But it still took all his self control to not want to rip his friend's throat out.

"I've got to go," he muttered, "It's getting close to the full moon."

Sirius put his hand on top of his. "I'm sorry Mooney," his grey eyes met his mournfully, no trace of happiness left, "I didn't plan it."

"No of course not," Remus said through the tears shining in his eyes. He left quickly.

If he lied to himself, he could just pretend that Sirius hadn't seen through him to the truth.

Or maybe he hadn't.

He was that good at self-control.

No one knew self-control like a werewolf.

Perhaps Sirius hadn't seen through him after all.

7 days and 23 hours later

The wolf howled an ear-piercing screech.

It was more wild and untamed than ever, despite the regular dosage of Wolfbane's. The wolf scratched at the doors and walls, leaving huge scratch marks and welts in the wood, as it ripped apart the room and howled in agony again.

On the other side of the door, a dog whimpered.

He could hear his friend suffering on the other side, but he'd not been allowed in.

Remus had forbid it.

He knew his wolf would've tried to rip the friendly black dog to shreds.

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Remus woke up naked, his clothes torn to shreds, in the destroyed room.

He broke into tears when he saw what he had done to the room.

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