Blind Date

By weasleywheezes

Chapter 6 -

DISCLAIMER: I am not affiliated with Scholastic, Warner Bros, basically any large corporation in the Potterverse. Sadly, I am also not affiliated with J.K. Rowling. I only borrow her marvelous characters out of respect and love for them.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry for the delay. I have had terrible writer's block, along with completely blanking out on the Potterverse for a while and getting ideas solely for the Buffy fandom. I apologize and hope the wait was worth it. It's a short chapter, but I am quite proud of it. :)

Remus woke up on Christmas day to the sound of Sirius Black, snoring loudly in the bed beside him. He stifled a laugh. After these seven years of sleeping in the same dormitory as him, he knew when Sirius was faking it. Remus moved slightly and saw Sirius lying on his side, staring at him. He smiled.

"Happy Christmas, old friend," Sirius said. He threw his pillow at him.

"Happy Christmas to you."

Sirius leapt to his feet. "What do you say to breakfast and then some gift opening?"

"I'd say you've got a great idea, but I don't have any gifts."

Sirius laughed; the barking sound echoed through the nearly empty chamber. "Haven't any gifts? Are you mad, Moony? I suppose that Lily and James and Peter and I aren't giving gifts this year?"

"I didn't say that," Remus replied. "It's just that I haven't gotten anyone any gifts this year. I didn't have enough gold."

Sirius frowned. "I suppose that you couldn't have asked your old friend Sirius for a little gold, hmmm?"

Remus shook his head. "You give me too much already."

Sirius was in the process of pulling on a shirt and a pair of trousers. "I do what?"

"Nothing."

"Figures." He smiled at his old friend.

The two went to the Great Hall, where breakfast was being served. Remus had scrambled eggs, raisin scones, and a piece of sausage. Sirius had baked beans, dry toast, and a hard boiled egg. They washed their meal down with pumpkin juice, and ran outside to have a snowball fight.

"Hey, Moony! I just had a great idea," Sirius said.

Remus dropped the snowball he was shaping and moved closer to his friend. "What is it?"

Sirius' eyes twinkled with a devious look. "I was thinking that Mr. Moony and Mr. Padfoot might take a trip to Hogsmeade to buy our other comrades Christmas presents."

"Oh no," Remus backed away. "You are not buying presents for James and Peter and saying they are from me."

"Oh, but I am, Lupin. If you don't go with me, I'll buy dungbombs for them all. Including Lily. Now, come on, you know we won't be caught."

Three hours later, they were sitting in their chambers with large bags of sweets from Honeydukes and smartly wrapped presents for their friends. Sirius had purchased a few butterbeers for himself and his friend. They sat around laughing over things, drinking their beverages and wondering what the future held for them. "I was wondering how our lives are going to change after we graduate," Sirius said.

"I didn't know you thought of such things."

Sirius shook his head and continued to muse. "Have you thought about it, Moony?"

"Thought about what?"

"Prat! Thought about our lives in the future?"

"Maybe." Remus felt sick. What he thought about was something that would never happen, not in a million years. His hand was sweating and he was losing his grip on the bottle. He knocked back a giant gulp to keep from having to say anything. Remus swallowed, his parched mouth no better after the gulp of butterbeer. His eyes kept darting around the room, betraying him.

"C'mon, Moony. You have thought about what it's going to be like, right? Finding someone to share your life with. Growing up. Moving on with our lives? James and Lily are going to marry straight out of school, and I was wondering what we were going to do."

What we were going to do? Remus shook his head, hoping he wouldn't have to rehash the blind date that James had set him up on.

"So, Moony, what's up?" Sirius asked casually, his arm draped across Remus' headboard. "Isn't there someone that you've been pining away for? Someone that you want to share yourself with after we're out of school?"

Remus frowned. It was now or never, he thought. "Remember how I said that I thought about someone else when I kissed Sarah Underwood?" "Yes?"

Remus stared at his trousers, picking imaginary lint off of them. He continued, "Remember how you asked if Lily was the one I thought about?"

Sirius nodded, his hand gripping the wooden headboard tightly.

"It's not Lily, but it is someone we know."

"A Gryffindor?"

Remus took another gulp of butterbeer, but it choked him. His throat was raspy when he answered, "Yes. But it's not a girl."

The room was very quiet. Remus coughed a few times while Sirius stared at him. He finally broke the silence. "So, you fancy boys?"

"No. Yes. I mean, just one boy," Remus stammered.

Sirius moved a little, his feet dangling off of Moony's bed. "Is it James?" he asked. "I sometimes notice you watching him."

Remus smiled a little. "No, not Prongs."

"Well, who then?"

Remus was quiet again, and with his head bowed his whispered, "It was you, Sirius." In that moment, he swore he could hear every beat of his heart, every slight movement of the earth. Sirius hadn't reacted or even responded. Remus was afraid. Finally, he could hear Padfoot take a deep breath, exhaling forcefully.

"You thought of me when you kissed Overbite."

Remus nodded.

"And you know that was what you wanted, was to snog me?"

Remus shook his head. "I'm not sure."

"Well, we should bloody well find out," Sirius said, as he gave Remus a soft kiss on the lips.

Lupin froze; there was a thousand emotions running through him. This was what he wanted that night in the garden with Sarah. This warmth of Sirius' body next to his, this feeling of his lips upon his. A tingle ran down his spine. This was it. It was then that he realized Sirius was still kissing him.

Their tongues connected slowly, like a ritual dance. Lupin was nervous, shaking, but Sirius held him closer, rubbing his back. The kiss was broken and Padfoot smiled at him.

"Is that what you wanted, Remus?" He didn't answer. "Did you at least enjoy it?" Sirius grabbed Remus' hand and held it to his chest.

"Do you feel that? It's my heart. It's still beating. I'm still here. Isn't there anything you want to say?"

Remus sat there for a few moments, wondering why he had been afraid in the first place. Sirius had always known him in a way that no one else had. Moony smiled and squeezed his friend's hand. "You're a good kisser, Sirius Black."

Padfoot smiled, deliberately sexy. His eyes twinkled. "I've had a little practice, but I think you could teach me a few things. Would you like to?"