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Frank and Alice were sitting on one of the large warn armchairs in Lily's flat, kissing and cooing sweet nothings in each others ears and generally ignoring the activities of their friends around them.

Peter was lying on the sofa, his knees hooked over the back and his head hanging down, his fringe falling out of his eyes for once, a look of rapt amusement playing over his features as he discovered the wonders of Lily's muggle television whilst she herself was 'cooking' in the kitchen with the help of James, their cries and giggles drifting into the living area along with the occasional clatter of cutlery as Lily made a valiant attempt to prepare the seven of them a meal.

And then there was Sirius and he, curled up on the floor, Remus seated between Sirius' spread legs, bent slightly at the knee and his arms covering his boyfriend's where they wrapped about his waist.

Everyone lost in their own little worlds, Remus took the chance to move his head slightly attempting to press his lips to Sirius' only to have the taller boy tilt his head to the side and look away towards the far wall.

He'd been like this a lot lately and it was starting to play on Remus' nerves more than was healthy for the young werewolf. He sighed and cast his eyes to the rug, one hand moving from it's position covering Sirius' to tug at the long red wool of the rug they were sitting on.

"Remus?" Sirius' lips caressed the other boys ear as he bent his head to whisper to him, long dark hair tickling the bare skin of his arms and shoulder lightly.

"Yes."

"We need to talk, can you come with me for a moment." He frowned at the dark haired pureblood, seeing the guilt and hesitancy in the big blue eyes that averted when he peered into them and suddenly, Remus was sick with the realisation that he knew what was going to come.

He nodded his head slightly, willing the world to stop spinning as he felt his boyfriend move behind him and stand up before offering him a hand that he took gingerly and allowed himself to be pulled to his feet and led out of the room hearing his boyfriend mutter a light "We'll be right back." to their friends before closing the door.

Standing outside now in the hallway of the fifth floor of the apartment house, outside Lily's flat door, Remus felt his breathing speed up and his skin tingle with unbearable coldness as the other boy chewed on his bottom lip, shoe scuffing the floor and hands in his pockets as he refused to meet Remus' eyes.

"Sirius," his voice cracked and he cleared his throat before trying again. "Sirius, what is it?"

"I'm sorry Remus."

"Sorry? What is there to be sorry for?" he could hear the note of desperation laced into his tone now and scowled inwardly at it, since when was he so reliant of his boyfriend.

"I'm sorry Remus, it's not you really it isn't. I just feel that maybe we need a break."

'Ah.' Remus thought bitterly. 'Boy talk for you're dumped. So I was right...'

"Oh... okay." was all he said.

"Really Remus, it isn't anything to do with you and I don't want this to be the end of our relationship we just need to take a break you know.

Ne nodded sourly looking away from the big blue eyes and the guilty look within them. "Yeah... I get it."

He turned and walked back inside the flat. Peter up-righted himself and drew his left knee up to his chest, his right foot scuffing backwards and forwards across the ground. Even Alice and Frank seemed to have stopping their kissing for long enough to throw twin worried glances at their friend who had seated himself dejectedly on the end of the sofa. An irritable scowl marred his features, masking his hurt. Maybe he'd been spending to much time with Bellatrix.

James and Lily came to stand in the doorway of the kitchen when the door opened again and Sirius let himself in.

He sat himself down, shouldered slumped and glowering at the other occupants of the room, in a hard wooden chair as far away from Remus as he could manage.

They stood or sat still for several long moments, Sirius fidgeting uncontrollably in the thick and clammy atmosphere, no one wanting to risk being the first to speak, until finally the eldest Black son, stood himself up with a screech of chair legs on tiled flooring and without a word to anybody stormed from the little flat.

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Antenea217: Well it's updated but I'm afraid that it's not a longer chapter, not yet anyway. My writting always starts out slow but don't worry as things progress then they should be getting longer.