A.N./ I really don't know how far I'm going to take this, to tell you the truth. I'm still kicking myself (hard) for not sitting down to write the next chapter of "It Would Be Like." I'm really sorry that I've been lazy about it. Anyway, this was just lingering in its document folder so I wanted to share. This is kind of short (sorry sorry sorry again), but maybe you'll enjoy it all the same … if you do, review!

The next day, Sirius couldn't get the dream out of his mind. Every time Remus would even get close to him, he would feel all ridged and uncomfortable. Maybe if he talked to James … hell no. How could he tell, even his best friend, that he had a dream of kissing his male friend? And that he might of had enjoyed it a little too much.

Sirius gave a sigh of defeat as he laid his face on the table. Maybe it was just a phase? Something he would grow out of. The thought made him feel a lot better. Yeah, just a phase. Like the phases of the moon. The same that controlled Remus, called to him day and night. Remus with his shaggy hair and soft eyes … and unimaginable lips. Merlin!

Maybe if he dated around for just a bit. Push a few skirts against a wall and be done with it. The thought just seemed so unappealing to him, somehow. But he had to push through it! It would go away eventually. Just a couple of days, and it would be out of his system, and that would be that.

A couple of months later he was beginning to suspect otherwise …

One morning he lay awake in his bed, still waking from a particularly nice dream; he could still see Remus lying in his arms. He was afraid that if he opened his eyes Remus would be gone, so he just lay there … pretending. It was then that he the greatest epiphany of his entire life: he was in love with Remus.

He sat up so fast it made his head spin, the thought of his dream gone. "Love! Good god, man!" he cried before pushing his face in his hands. "This can't be happening, …" he groaned, muffled by his palms and long fingers.

"So, who's the lucky girl?"

"Go away James. I am not in the mood to have you question me when you will not get an answer." Sirius growled without even looking up.

"Damn! Sorry mate. No need to bite my head off, " James said defensively, sitting on the corner of Sirius' four poster bed. " It's 9:45. Everyone's down at breakfast, you've missed it. Peter and I were going to the Infirmary to take Remus some muffins and I wanted to get you. Peter went ahead in case the sweets got cold. Hope he didn't eat them before they got to Remus ... But, like I said: who is the lucky girl?"

Sirius looked up, glaring at his best friend grumpily. It was time that he tell someone about this secret … feeling he had. It would make him feel better anyway. And he trusted James, right? He would understand. Please Merlin, let him understand.

Sirius sighed, his face set. "What makes you so certain it's a girl?"

James looked absolutely taken aback, his mouth gapping open. Oh no, he didn't understand! Sirius wished he could just laugh and dismiss this a joke, but he couldn't bring himself to lie about this anymore. James took a gulp of air.

"It's not me, is it?" James joked, chuckling nervously.

Sirius felt all the air in his lungs leave him. He laughed anxiously. James would understand, and he hated himself for thinking otherwise.

"No!" Sirius said incredulously, still laughing.

"Oh come on, Sirius! You know you want me, you sexy beast!" James exclaimed lustily, pushing Sirius' shoulder playfully. "Which pound of beef has struck your fancy? Or are you for the fairer of the stronger sex? Gudgeon kind of has long lashes. Freakishly long, in fact. And the way he bats them, I just don't know. Well, who is it?" James asked.

"I- I don't think I can tell you …" said Sirius miserably.

"What? Do I know him or something?" James asked, leaning forward as if he expected Sirius to whisper the name.

"More or less." Sirius muttered half-heartedly to himself just before Peter walked in.

"Hey! I thought you guys were going to come visit Remus? Apparently last night was really bad for him. Bloodied bandages everywhere!" Peter said sadly. "He looked disappointed when you guys weren't with me."

Sirius felt terrible. How could he forget that last night was the full moon! As he slept and selfishly dreamed the morning away, Remus needed comfort. He swore he was going to finish the Animagus spell this month. That way, Remus wouldn't have to endure such pain and loneliness. Sirius felt sick at the thought of the lovely slender figure morphing. The sound of bones breaking and melding together. The sound of anguished cries spilling from the lips he so desperately wanted to kiss.

"Er… I'll go see him. You guys just go onto class. I'll meet you there when I'm through." Sirius said quickly as he rushed out of the room, leaving behind a very confused Peter and a very smug James.

Sirius silently crept into the Infirmary Ward. He passed several empty white clean beds until he stopped at the last one in the farthest corner. He looked nervously at the drawn curtains. Taking a deep breath, he slowly pushed his head through the soft cotton barrier and gazed upon the sleeping werewolf.

"My god …" Sirius thought breathlessly.

Blood stained cream bandages wrapped around his forehead. More bandages swathed around the young werewolf's bare torso, indicating broken ribs. Violet bruises and crimson scrapes littered Remus' body and a gaping gash exhibited on Remus' left arm. His face was so pale.

Sirius felt absolutely sick.

How could Remus, anyone, deserve that much pain?

Sirius leaned forward, watching Remus' calm face, taking in every feature. From the defined golden eyebrows, down his thin nose, Sirius stopped and stared intently on Remus' eyelashes. He memorized how they curled up gracefully, kissing his cheek. Kissing …

Kiss …

Sirius' heart throbbed furiously in his chest as his eyes dropped to Remus' lips. The pale, tender flesh parted slightly as Remus breathed calmly and deeply. Sirius' tongue darted to his own lips and wetted them in his apprehension. Remus wouldn't wake up if he just …

Without another thought, Sirius leaned down low until his face was but centimeters from Remus' own. Sucking in a deep breath of air that was of Remus' own breath, Sirius pressed his lips softly against battered and broken, but so strong, boy's mouth. His eyes closed in pure bliss. It was better than he could have ever imagined, and he had imagined a lot.

Regretfully, he pulled away with his face inches from Remus', a drowsy triumphant smile curling his lips upward. Remus stirred and half lidded amber eyes stared back up at Sirius. "Sirius …" he murmured before drifting back off to sleep.

Sirius was flabbergasted.

Thoughts ran amuck in Sirius' scull. "Oh my god! Why the hell did I do that! Was he awake! Did he … Oh Merlin!" Blush rushed into Sirius' face as he ran out of the ward, far away from the sleeping boy in bed number four.

Two days later, James couldn't help but notice how oddly Sirius was acting.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Sirius?" James exclaimed as Sirius stared of into space for the millionth time that hour.

"Oh! Erm … nothing …" Sirius muttered, going back to his Transfiguration essay. Yet to no avail.

It was like he could still feel Remus' lips on his. He had felt so wonderful when he heard his name on Remus' lips. 'It was probably because he was surprised that he woke up with me in his face,' he thought bitterly, biting the inside of his cheek angrily. 'God … of course Remus would never want to be with me. He doesn't even like guys! Well, it's not like I like guys either, just Remus ... Merlin! Why? Why can't you jus-?'

"Sirius! Snap out of it!" James practically yelled as he smacked Sirius on the forehead, interrupting his best friend's internal monologue.

"Sorry, James. It's just-"

"It's Remus, isn't it?" James asked, sitting back in his squishy armchair.

"Yes, well … What! I-I-I mean, how do-"

"Well, its kind of obvious now, don't you think?" asked James, acting as if he were bored.

"Oh god!" Sirius groaned, laying his face forcefully on the table. James twirled Sirius' ebony hair with the tip of his wand, contemplating on whether turning it pink of neon orange unless Sirius looked up and explained something soon.

"I kissed Remus …" Sirius grumbled, his voice muffled by the wood of the table.

James jumped backwards, yanking Sirius' hair as his wand pulled back as well. Sirius' head shot up, glaring at James. "Ow! What was that for, eh?" Sirius yelped, rubbing the top of his head.

"You- when! What did Remus say? I mean- what do you mean you kissed him!" James cried, his eyes wide and glasses askew.

"Well, he wasn't really awake per-say …"

"What do you mean?"

"Well … Erm-I went down to the infirmary and he was asleep. So, I leaned in and … well, he sort of woke up after and he said my name, but went back to sleep. Oh god James, what do I do? What if he knows I did that to him, and then he'll hate me!" Sirius asked, staring off into space, a pained look clear on his face.

This was a lot for James to take in less than a week.

"Sirius, why don't you just tell him? He'll still be a friend to you. You know Remus wouldn't just reject you like that." James said, coming over the initial shock of it all.

"What are you guys talking about?"

Remus walked slowly and carefully through the portrait, looking at them with a weak smile.

"Remus? What are you doing back?" Sirius exclaimed as he rushed over to steady his friend. James came forward, helping with Remus' other side.

"I was released. I'm still a little woozy from a recent potion, but I just need to sleep." Remus said, shrugging them off. "Don't worry, I'm fine."

"But-"

"Stop worrying, Sirius! I just had a couple of broken ribs. It really only took a day for them to heal."

Sirius silently thanked that the werewolf's healing process was notched up as much as it was.