*cries*

I am soo heartbroken, I got flamed by someone who thinks I'm a homosexual, whatever shall I do?

Ok, now that I'm done indulging the idiot here are three little facts all flamers should know:

First, 99% of all homophobia is based in frustration that you are gay and don't want to be. Get a shrink.

Second, I am bisexual and proud of it, and only someone who is excessively insecure is hurt by someone calling them gay even if they aren't.

And finally, the reason you idiots don't get anywhere in life (and yes I know you're about twelve and haven't yet had a chance to get anywhere in life but you never will either) is that you fail to understand that the fact that you don't agree with an idea does not make it wrong, just different. Case in point: heterosexual Remus or Sirius squicks me to no end but I don't flame you for that drivel you write, now do I?

And just for those of you who were here looking for more of this story, a side note.

Harry chuckles, "Now really Sirius, it can't be that bad, it's only an illusion, as long as you stay away from a mirror you shouldn't notice it at all."

Sirius turns on him looking furious, and Harry no longer tries to hide his laughter.

Remus takes half a step into the room and turns around but it's too late. Sirius growls in frustration, "I'm not doing this. You think it's damn funny," He stays pushing Harry toward his chair. Then he turns to Remus, "And you can't even look me in the eye. Another three years as Padfoot is highly preferable to," he growls again, "this."

"That's not fair Siri, your eyes are the one place I find I can look," Remus tells him, keeping his eyes locked on Sirius' as he crosses the room.

"Couldn't loose all my looks," Sirius murmurs lost in Remus' gaze.

Harry slips from the room closing the door behind him.

Remus stops a few steps short of Sirius. "See, you can't bring yourself to touch me," Sirius complains.

Remus sighs, but reaches out a hand and pulls Sirius close, "It'll take some getting used to, for all of us, but it really is the best solution. I'll admit I'm put off, but that's because my eyes are telling me I'm touching someone that isn't you and it feels like cheating Love."

Sirius glances in the mirror again, "I can't say that I blame you Darling. Why did we go with the little one's suggestion again?"

Remus chuckles, "It was the only one that would work remember? And you can take it off when we manage to get some time alone..."

"In other words you won't be able to touch me when I look like this so I'm going to have to be vaguely reclusive to get any from you," Sirius sounds is if this isn't such a bad fate after all.

"I promise to work on disregarding what I see Love," Remus says pulling him close and smiling at the fact that the spell hasn't effect the way Sirius' body feels pressed against his own. He kept his eyes locked on Sirius' as he moved in for a soul searing kiss. He could do this. To kiss Sirius like this in public again he could walk on the moon.