A/N: Ahhh, happy to be here! The writing process has become a little easier. Probably since I just got of copy of Rufus Wainwright's 'Poses'. Most of the writing, or should I say re-writing on this chapter and perhaps the chapters to follow was inspired by this album. Oh, and by the way, the fic that I did on the song Hallelujah has a few changes that I need to make. The version of the song that I heard, that inspired that particular fic was done by Rufus Wainwright rather than Jeff Buckley. Just a happy notification. Also, the title of this fic is based on a Rufus Wainwright song entitled "April Fools".

Disclaimer: Not mine. J.K. Rowling's. But she's kind enough to share with everyone. Love you, J.K.!

WARNING: THIS FIC CONTAINS SLASH, WHICH IS SEXUAL TENSION/ ACTIVITY/ FEELINGS BETWEEN TWO HOMOSEXUAL MEN. IF THE DON'T LIKE IT, THEN SOD OFF. IF YOU'D BOTHERED TO READ THE SUMMARY, THERE WAS CLEARLY A SLASH WARNING. SO IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT AND FLAME ME BECAUSE OF IT... WELL, LET'S JUST SAY YOU HAVE A LOT OF TIME ON YOUR HANDS AND I HONESTLY QUESTION YOUR INTELLIGENCE.

Dedicated with love, to the people who helped make this happen. Rufus Wainwright is the greatest. 'Nuff said.

Chapter #5: April Fools

The day after was almost exactly the same. The only thing that kept me rising in the morning was my detention with Severus.

I tried not to venture too far into James' bad side. After all, James was a dear friend. And the way I'd been acting the latter evening really must have offended him. And I didn't want to waste precious energy on little arguments about how much of a prick I'm being.

So I stayed with the three no matter how much the banter of the Great Hall annoyed me. I stayed with them for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I laughed with them as they talked merrily.

Sirius seemed content. He no longer frowned at me, or stared up at me with those large hazel eyes.

But he did call upon me before I set off for detention.

"Remus," He said, gently placing his hand on my shoulder. I felt myself flush. "Don't get hurt." He smiled. I felt my heart melt. However, the gesture was friendly.

But I couldn't help but dwell on the fact that he seemed to care about me, even if it appeared to be a little bit.

The trophy room was much dimmer than I recalled as Severus and I walked through that heavy ironbound door and set to work almost immediately.

At odd intervals I felt as if he were watching me with those liquid black eyes. My face burned.

I felt the odd need to be closer, to get closer to him, but the moment felt way too awkward...

The session went by in almost total silence until I realized Severus' eyes were on me, burning through my skull, into my mind, all knowing and all seeing and I turned around slowly to meet his onyx gaze.

But as soon as my eyes fell upon him he immediately turned away to focus on his ministrations on another large plaque in the corner.

"What do you need?" I blurted. I almost shut up before another part of me willed me to drop my cloth to the floor and crawl over to him. "It's not in my nature to confront... but you've been... well... staring at me a lot lately and I've been wondering—."

He kissed me.

I was talking and looking at the ground and I didn't realize he was crawling towards me and ready to pounce.

He pressed me gently against the glistening flagstones and kissed me. All only in a few seconds.

I was amazed when his lips drew away from mine, breathless and staring into dark pools of desire above me.

"That was..." Words couldn't describe it. I felt his weight lifted from me, saw him turn his head in guilt.

I shot up and placed my hand harshly on his shoulder. "Sorry," Came his voice from behind a curtain of black hair, head hung low. He tried to jerk away from me, but I boldly grabbed a lock of fine dark hair and tugged so his face was twisted toward mine. His beetle eyes brightened at the sight of the smile on my face.

My heart raced happily, anticipating the next moment—

"So you like me...?" I asked sheepishly, fingering that long lock of silk between my fingers, waiting for his next reaction.

I saw that bright pink tinge on his pale, hollow cheeks and I thought, yes, he'll say yes, I absolutely know it.

"I... I suppose I do, then..." Came his soft reply and I tugged that lock of hair wrapped around my fingers again so I could see his eyes.

I leaned closer, so our faces were only a few inches apart. I felt like such a rebel saying this:

"Kiss me again."

Our waiting lips merely brushed before we heard distant footsteps echoing from behind that heavy door and we sprung apart, shocked, invaded, confused. There was only a second to slow our heartbeats and catch our breath before the door flew open and the caretaker stepped in, ugly smile firmly in place.

"You're done for the evening, boys," He grunted, and he ushered us out into the corridor.

I smiled weakly at Severus as we parted our ways, and I could have sworn he smiled back.

My heart was a flutter as I sauntered into the Common Room that night, mind filled with the happiest of thoughts and the loveliest memory of the friction of his lips on mine and that fleeting moment when our hearts raced in perfect unison.

I practically skipped up the stairway to the dormitories.

As I jumped into my bed and proceeded to pull the draperies closed, I heard Sirius stir in the bed beside mine. Anxiously, I peeked through the small gap in my curtains to see if he was awake and saw two hazel eyes peering at out of a mask of calm contentment.

"You still up, Sirius?"

"Yeah... how was detention?"

"Not too bad, I suppose. Boring as Hell, but not agonizing." I suppressed a smile.

"Should've heard Wormtail when he came in. He was traumatized. Caretaker was merciless." Sirius gave a bark of a laugh.

I yawned loudly. "Sirius, I'm a little bit tiered."

"Get some sleep, then, your transformation's coming up in a few days."

I sat up quite suddenly. "Oh, shit!" I said, bringing my hand up to my forehead. "Forgot about that."

Sirius raised an eyebrow. "You forgot? Rem, you're really slipping. Usually you never forget when the full moon is going to be."

"I know... I've just been distracted."

"Honestly, Rem, this detention's getting to you."

"No it isn't."

"Yes it is."

"No it isn't."

"Yes it is."

"No, it is— just shut up, Padfoot."

"Not only forgetful, but short on temper. Really, Remus, don't let that little monthly problem get to you."

"I'm not listening to you, Sirius."

"If you're not listening to me, then why did you reply?"

"Please, DO shut UP, Padfoot."

"Brushing me off already, Rem! Honestly, I'm crushed! I don't think I'll ever love again, you've bruised me, so—"

He laughed as a pillow that I'd hurled at him hit his head softly. "Violent, also, and did I hear you curse?" He said, brandishing the pillow at me. "Honestly, Remus James Lupin! You keep that language up and you'll find a bar of soap shoved down your throat!"

I gave in and laughed.

"Please SHUT UP, the both of you!" Came James' voice from across the room.

Sirius and I shared a grin before pulling our curtains tightly closed and falling asleep.

ARRRRRGHHHH! They keep writing themselves! I had a plot, but it may be destroyed, because Remus is falling back in love with Sirius. He's supposed to be directing his attention to Snape-a-roo. Ahhh, I'll try to get things straightened out.

-The Absynth Fairy