Werewolves and Kissing
Remus rocked himself on his bed, a torn up letter from Sirius in front of him. He wouldn't be back for a month. His mother wanted to 'sort him out' and refused to let him back yet. Remus didn't care that much, he had dealt with Sirius for the past six years, he was stubborn. Which was why he was stuck at home. Peter had been to speak to McGonagall over some homework, despite Lily, James and Remus offering to help him. Remus assumed James was in quidditch practice. He usually was when he wasn't in the dorm. Or planning some new prank in the library. Lily came in without knocking, a book in her hands, "Moony? Moony, James said you were in here."
"Yeah, look up for a second and there's a possibility you'll see me," he muttered, kicking the blanket over the pieces of paper.
"Oh, right. Anyway, I'm reading this and it's got french in it. Do you know french? Normally I'll go to Sirius but he's not here."
Remus shrugged, "Let me have a look. Uh, shit, I think it's something like- What the fuck are you reading?"
"None of your business."
"You're reading like straight porn, what the fuck?"
"And why do you know what that says if it's obviously sexual?"
"Have you ever met Sirius?"
"Tell me what it says."
Remus rolled his eyes, "'Holy shit, I- I can't read that out loud."
"Well, from what I've heard from James and Peter, you have-"
"Okay, stop talking," Remus muttered, his face going red, "I'll tell you, if you shut up and leave me alone. Good." He sighed. "'Holy shit, I need you more. Please- Please God, give it to me more."
Lily giggled, "Thanks, Remus. You're the best," she patted his head, making him gently slap her arm.
"Where's James?"
"I think he's coming back from the library in a second, he said he needed to talk to you anyway."
"Thanks, Evans. Never speak to me again."
"I don't have an issue with that," she laughed, closing the door after her. Remus groaned, untangling his feet from the blanket and gathering up the letter, stuffing it in his drawer. He laid back, running his hands through his hair. The door opened again, James walking in and closing it after him, coming to sit on Remus' bed.
"Moony, are you okay?"
"I'm dandy. What do you need?"
"Okay, so, uh, okay, weird question." Remus sat up. He didn't like weird questions. "How did you, fuck, how did you know, uh, you were into lads?"
He snorted, "I wanted to date them, obviously Potter. I thought you were smart. Why? Having a crisis?"
"No," James lied, "I was just curious."
"Sure, so which ones caught your fancy?"
"Evans, I thought you knew that. You're all always on about my obsession with her."
"I mean, which lad has caught your fancy, Potter."
"None of them, can't I just be curious."
Remus laughed, "No-one's ever just curious about liking the same gender, Prongs. There's always a crush."
"Well, I'm not even sure if I do like men. I was just asking. And you're useless."
"Well, ask me what you want to know and maybe I'll answer."
"How did you know? Like actually, because you never liked girls."
"I don't know, I just realised over time. I never wanted to date girls or marry them or shit. And can I just say, you picked a bold one to like. Evans came in reading the most atrocious book. And ask her what the name was for me, will you?"
"What?"
"Nevermind, listen, don't think and answer this: do you want to date this mystery boy like you do Evans?"
"Yes, wait-"
"Nope, no thinking, so you do?"
"I guess. But how do I know it's the same? What if it's just wanting to be friends with him?" Remus rolled his eyes as Prongs rambled on, asking more and more questions that he couldn't answer. He didn't get help with it, he just had to figure it out. And he did that by kissing guys. Maybe that's what James needed. Then an idea popped to mind. Remus grinned, looking towards James who looked concerned. Without caring about the consequences, Remus leaned forwards.
"We're friends no matter what, right?" James nodded, fearful. "Good. So let me offer you this to try and help you." Remus leaned forwards, pressing their lips together without force in case James wanted to pull away. But he didn't. Instead, pushing into the kiss until Remus pulled away, still grinning at the blushing Potter. "So, how do you feel now?"
He stared at Remus, mouth still open in shock. "Holy crap."
"I'll take that as 'I definitely like guys' then. Or maybe I'm just a good kisser."
"I- What the, holy fuck , Moony."
He snorted, "Go on, we just shared saliva, you can't not tell me who this mystery guy is."
"I literally can't," Prongs muttered, barely able to form a sentence, eyes fixated on Remus' face.
"Why not? I need a good-"
"He's a Slytherin."
Remus' jaw dropped, "No."
"And there's a possibility he's a Black."
" No. "
"And Regulus."
Remus scoffed, on the verge of slapping his friend, "You're kidding, right? Sirius is going to kill you. And what happened to only being loyal to Evans?"
"I- I don't know, I still love Evans. Ugh, I don't care. And don't tell Black, either of them. They'll kill me."
"Sure, I would never," Remus snorted, laying back down, taking a cigarette from his bedside cabinet and lighting it with a spell. "Have fun."
"Thanks, Moons. Can't believe you did that," James muttered, standing up.
"That's how I figured it out."
"Jesus Christ, what kind of life do you have?"
"A great one, obviously. Can't believe it. You like one of the most pureblood kids, and a muggle born at the same time! It's hilarious."
James glared at him, "Stop smoking in the common room. And seriously, thanks, Lupin. You have some balls."
"You'd hope so, wouldn't you."
