Warning: mild SLASH. Remus/Sirius. Don't say I didn't warn you.
Disclaimer: None of this belongs to me, or Sirius would still be alive.
Denial
Sirius sits in the Gryffindor common room, alone in his thoughts. And he likes it that way. He knows what would happen if someone else knew what he was thinking, and his face burns with shame at what they would say. He scrunches down further into the worn red chair and tries to make himself believe that he can go on alone; that he doesn't need the one person he's always wanted. It almost works, until the portrait hole is pushed open and a young boy climbs in, shaggy blonde head bowed in thought. Sirius coughs to announce his presence and the smaller blonde boys turns startling amber eyes onto his face.
"Sirius, what are you doing up so late?" Remus asks.
"Out with Lorelle," he mumbles, hating himself for the hurt look that flashes in those amber eyes. Remus has told Sirius how he feels about him, but Sirius is still in denial of his true feelings, hoping that a girl can make him feel that way Remus does. It doesn't work; it never does. Sirius is not like Remus; Sirius cares what other people think. Remus thinks being with Sirius is worth fighting for, is worth the name-calling, the cruel looks, the hatred. Sirius just isn't that brave. And so he turns his black head away from Remus, away from the one person who could bring him true happiness, and lets hate triumph over love.