Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all characters totally belong to JKR…I just like to pretend I own Sirius.
Dedicated to KillersXInXIce…do you even like Harry Potter? I don't remember ever talking to you about it…
Just a bit of light seventh year Sirius/Remus slash (or shounen-ai, whichever term you prefer to use). Moony has doubts about his relationship with Padfoot. Enjoy and review please!
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"Sirius?"
He turned over and propped himself up, his elbow making a large dent in his soft pillow, to look at me. His eyes danced in the moonlight, and were made even more beautiful by the love they reflected.
But...I didn't understand why.
"Hm?" he questioned.
"Sirius, why...why me?" I whispered.
He let out a bark-like laugh. "Is that all you woke me for?"
I flushed, easily embarrassed by my question. Soon he would give me an answer that would make me seem like even more of a fool. But I had to know.
I looked him straight in the eye, trying to ignore his grinning features. "You could have had anyone...even James, if you had wanted him bad enough! So why..."
"Why choose you?" he interrupted, his face hardening in slight annoyance. "Why choose you, the most dangerous creature in the school?"
I flinched at his choice of words, but he was right. I was a monster...I barely even deserved him as a friend.
"First off, I didn't choose you," he continued, "for you can't simply choose to fall in love with someone."
My assumption had been correct. Now I did seem like a fool.
"Secondly, I don't care! You know that, and you have known that for the past five years."
He was right again; I did know. But I needed constant assurance, for there was constant doubt in my heart...especially since the stunt he had pulled last year.
"Thirdly, you're the most caring, intelligent, and trustworthy person I know...I wish I could say you think the same of me," he finished with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
"Sirius-"
I was cut off as he captured my lips with his own. He wrapped his free arm around me, pulling me closer as I automatically responded to him. My fingers became tangled in his mid-shoulder length hair, as black as his last name, and I suddenly found my free hand around his waist.
"Why you?" he asked as he pulled away, leaving me breathless. "Because I love you...because I need you, Remus."
He stroked my bare skin, littered with scars I had given myself over the years. I shivered at his light touch.
He smiled. "I know you have doubts, and it's perfectly understandable. Just remember: you may be a werewolf, but you're my werewolf. Nothing will ever change that...I promise you."
He lay back down, and I curled into his tight embrace, quite satisfied with his answer.
"I need you as well, Padfoot," I murmured, and I could feel him smile into my hair before I drifted off to sleep.