A/N: See, I'm getting back into the swing of things here now. I can't believe that I'm on the twenty-first chapter of this story. Thanks for all the reviews I've gotten. I've met some cool people writing this story. I've gotten some great ideas too for some new ones, so after this story, expect another. I'll probably finish 'Pluto's Wanning Moon' after this one.

Chapter Twenty-One: Mending the Broken

Sirius felt as though Remus had just punched him in the stomach. Why didn't he mention the bond? Was Remus that dense? Sirius had done nothing to deserve the werewolf, nothing at all. In fact, if it was up to him, Remus would be with someone who could make him happy, someone who didn't let foolish school-time rivalries rule his life.

"Remus...so much time had passed. Things are different now, emotions change and we're not the people we were." I deserve you even less now. " The timing never seemed right."

Moony's face had become devoid of emotions as he looked at the animagus, but he couldn't keep the hurt look out of his amber eyes.

"I see."

It was coming out all wrong. Remus thought he didn't care.

"That came out wrong, I-"

Remus stood up and smiled a bitter smile.

"No, I got the message. If your feelings have changed, I understand completely. We were young when we bonded anyway."

Sirius grabbed his arm in panic, whirling the Professor around to face him.

"That is not what I meant and you know it!" He wished Remus would just, for once, let his emotions go and feel, even a fraction of what he felt every time he saw his mate. " I have never wanted to give up with you. I never have given up with you. Even in Azkaban, I wanted you. The doubt wasn't in my feelings but in yours! Have your feelings changed now that we've grown?"

Remus still looked as calm as ever. Sirius loved to hate that look. It grounded him, turned him on and frustrated the hell out of him all at the same time.

"You know, as a werewolf, my feelings for you will never fade-"

It was this bull again. Whatever Remus couldn't control about his life was the wolf's fault.

"I didn't ask about Moony's feelings! I asked about Remus, the man! If you were not a werewolf, would you still have these feelings?"

This was beginning to remind Sirius a lot of Harry's and Draco's own mate problems but he pushed those thoughts aside. No matter how much he loved his godson, Harry didn't belong in this part of his life. It was before him.

"There is no way of knowing how we would have felt, had I not have been infected with this curse. You know that."

Sirius felt as if he had been dunked into the lake, cold and icy. Remus only loved him because some werewolf instinct said so? Was this how Draco felt when Harry had told him what he was? No, he had to think!

"So you only did this to satisfy some urge?" Sirius said, surprised that his voice sounded so strong. Inside he felt like he was falling apart.

Remus' lycanthropy was a sore spot for him, always had been. Sirius had never really taken at shot at his condition until now.

"Don't you dare degrade what we had to some animistic urge Sirius Black. It was real but things change, like you said. Bonds take work and it takes a certain kind of wizard to make them work!"

Harry was wrong. Remus didn't think he was worthy of being his mate. Sirius had always had low self-esteem, it was what made him a player in his school years. It was always easier to be the dumper than the dumpee, easier to break hearts than to have your own broken, easier to leave then be left. His hurt pride made him lash out.

"I'm sorry if I'm not good enough for the great Remus Lupin anymore. Not the child I used to be!"

Remus looked totally perplexed, loosing that calm facade he always used for pure confusion.

"This has nothing to do with you not being worthy. If I could died a hero tomorrow, I would still never be able to figure out what I did to deserve you, what god I pleased enough to smile down on me the day you and James walked into my compartment all those years ago. My silence has not been in doubt or confusion of your worthiness but of my own. I could never figure out why you were silent."

The room was silent, both men standing opposite each other, in complete shock. They had lost twelve years because of circumstance and three more from their own stupidity. Remus had spoken his part, it was up to Sirius to accept.

"Moony, not once in all the years I have known you, have you ever done anything wrong, anything bad or evil! You deserve this hurt just as much Harry Harry does. Not at all. I made you think, for twelve years that I was a traitor, a murderer. In my idiocy I left you alone to face your transformations, the ridicule and yourself. For not grabbing you and never letting go the moment I saw you again, I cannot be forgiven. I never willingly gave you up and, if in some amazing stroke of luck, you ever decide to forgive me, take me back, I'd never leave you again. I may not deserve you, but I'll try my damnest to life up to deserve the gift life has given me."

Remus' face was in the shadows, the sun having set without their notice as they fought. Sirius couldn't see what he was thinking at all, but, to Sirius' horror, the werewolf was shaking.

"Remus? What's wrong? Are you sick?"

Remus shook his head quickly and sat down in a desk. Sirius quickly knelt next to him.

The werewolf had his head in his hands but Sirius could hear him as he spoke, looking at the floor.

"I turn into something evil every month. Sirius, if you truly feel that way, then I have failed you as your mate."

Sirius sighed and rested his forehead on the werewolf's shoulder.

"Remus I don't want to loose you. This bond is dying. Your dying. Please let me fix this."

Remus looked up, his golden eyes in turmoil.

"But is this what you want?" he whispered, looking lost.

Sirius smiled and put his hand against Remus' cheek. Slowly he brought there faces , their lips closer until they were a whisper apart.

"More than anything." He whispered before kissing his love for the first time in too long.

A shock of electricity ran down both of their backs as the bond flared around them, it's colors brightening and pulsing with life.

Both men pulled back with a gasp, but now that Sirius had him in his arms, he was not going to let him go. Remus smiled at him and Sirius felt a devilish grin spread across his face. He stood quickly, pulling Remus with him and quickly kissed him again.

Remus responded wildly and they both stumbled into a desk.

"We're probably still stuck in here." Remus mumbled against Sirius' mouth. We wanted...well it was a bit obvious now that they both wanted this.

"Floor?" suggested Sirius as they knocked over a few more chairs in their frantic dance, still kissing his mate.

Remus pulled back and gave Sirius a look.

"We aren't seventeen anymore, Siri. And anybody can just walk into the classroom!"

Sirius rubbed the back of his head looking sheepish but excited. He looked around the room for a moment before his eyes landed on the door leading to Remus' office. that place had a few armchairs, a desk... better yet a door!

Grin back on his face, Sirius quickly led a blushing Remus over to his office and threw open the door. Turning in the door way, He tilted his head and kissed him, slowly as if he were memorizing those lips.It was a loving kiss, and while Remus thought it was sweet, he was growing impatient.

the wolf taking over, Remus skillfully pushed Sirius back onto his desk.

"Ah, careful." Sirius laughed as he pulled out a broken quill from under his tush.

Remus tossed it over his shoulder. "It was my favorite too."

Sirius pouted. "I thought I was your favorite."

"I'll make it up to you..."

Harry had been sleeping peacefully in Draco's arms for the last two hours. Still keeping somewhat to his image, Draco had complained about the inconvenience to his friends in semi-whispers, until Theo sick of it, told him if he was really that uncomfortable he could just put Harry down, had shut him up. They had left their friend alone, soon after, the blond Slytheirn claiming he needed sleep.

The sun had been set for about half an hour when Harry suddenly jerked awake. Rubbing his eyes, the Elemental Veela looked sleepily around the room, taking in his surroundings. When he saw Draco, under him and blushed, looking apologetic.

"Sleep well?" came the drawing question from his blond mate, but it held none of it's familiar frost.

Harry smiled at Draco but looked thoughtful. why had he awaken so suddenly?

"I slept fine. Are Sirius and Remus back?"

Draco furrowed his eyebrows and looked at his mate suspiciously.

"No, they are not." he began slowly, looking at him closely. "Should they be?"

Harry sighed and pulled out his wand, quickly doing a Tempus charm to tell the time.

"I thought they would have solved things by now."

Draco groaned, the noise doing things to Harry's lower parts, and got an exasperated look on his face.

"What did you now Harry?"

The Elemental Veela in question gave Draco an indignant look.

"Why does everyone assume I always do something bad? Everything I've ever done has saved someone in one way or another."

Draco sniffed. "I remember someone nobly letting himself die because he thought he was doing something good for someone else. Now, again, what did you do?"

Harry sighed. He couldn't lie to his mate.

"Their bond was dying and it was driving me nutters! I'm a match making type of being and they were being completely dense. so I sort of ... lockedtheminthedefenseclassroomuntiltheyworkoutthierdifferences."

Being a Slytheirn, Draco was very apt at picking things apart. Understanding lit his silvery eyes and he began to chuckle.

"You know, I never really pegged you as the meddling matchmaker type."

Harry glarred at Draco as the blond laughed at him and his Veela-induced tendencies until he felt it again. The pulse of a newly reborn bond.

The pulsing sent shivers of delight down Harry's spine and he couldn't help but grin goofy. A thought crossed his mind that made his eyes widen and his smile dropped to a look of horror.

"They aren't! They wouldn't!" Harry whispered to himself. Remus was his professor! Harry's professor's did NOT have sex in Harry's perfect little world.

I need a distraction. Harry thought wildly looking around the too clean room for anything.

Draco was wiping his eyes, not paying attention to his surroundings, he missed the gleam that shone in Harry's jade eyes but did feel the Veela pounce on him.

There were no more sounds of laughter for a while after that.

A/N: Here's another chapter. I had a bit of trouble writing this one, so it's not as long as the others. While there was no 'hot Sirius and Remus sex' as someone had asked for, it's implied. I hope. Please review! They keep me motivated!

S.Tangerine