A/N: Disclaimer: do I really need to put it?
Warnings: Males having "relations" with other males. Nothing too graphic (sadly).
"No, no, no! I will not leave just because Harry wants to have that Weasley boy over!"
Snape stamped his foot like a child. Remus shook his head.
"Severus, you would have to leave sooner or later anyways, with Siri getting better and all. He'll be out and about. If he sees you here, full moon only knows what he'll do. Besides, would you want word getting out that the great Professor Snape has spent his summer with the shy werewolf in a more than friends relationship?"
"No...but do you want Weasley to spread the word that Sirius Black is alive?"
"Seriously, though Ron is not one to gossip."
"That's a laugh."
"Would you just leave, Snape? I don't want you here anymore."
"I see how it is. Sirius is gone, need a shoulder to cry on so you call me. I fix you up with a nice draft to bring Sirius back. He's doing well, so you toss me out like an old broom. You used me, Lupin. I didn't think you were capable of such things."
Now Remus was starting to feel bad. He put his hands on Snape's shoulders and looked deep into his eyes.
"I know it sounds bad, but I didn't mean it to end up this way."
Severus worked his fingers into Remus's soft hair as he pulled the man into a kiss. He pushed Remus onto the squeaky bed that he had spent so many nights in. He pulled off the werewolf's tattered coat and baggy tank top. Severus began to unbuckle the belt, when Remus put his hands over Severus'.
"We shouldn't, Sev."
"And why not?"
Remus sat himself up.
"I'll feel too guilty."
"Why are you so ashamed of me? Of us?"
"I'm not ashamed of you. I'm too busy being ashamed of myself."
Severus smacked Remus's face hardly. A bright red mark formed on his cheek, and traces of a bruise were already visible. Tears formed in Remus' eyes. Snape took a firm hold on Remus' wrists.
"You have no reason to be ashamed of yourself."
"But..."
"Hush."
Snape pressed his lips against Lupin's. Remus was resistant at first, but then allowed Severus' tongue to enter his mouth. As Snape's grip on his wrists became lighter, Remus found himself fondling Snape all over. Both of them were hard with anticipation and as they entwined themselves in passionate ecstasy, not one thought of Black crossed Mooney's mind. Once finished, the two lovers lay next to each other.
"Now was that so bad?"
"I suppose not."
"So can I stay?"
Remus turned his head from Severus.
"Sev, I'm sorry but..."
"Don't say it, Lupin. I can't stay here anymore."
"Severus..."
He slammed his trunk shut.
"Goodbye Remus J. Lupin."
With that, he vanished.
Ron tumbled out of the fireplace most ungracefully, along with his tattered muggle suitcases that Arthur had lent him. Harry knelt down and wiped the soot of Ron's face.
"Thanks Harry," Ron said as he kissed Harry's face.
"Welcome Mr.Weasley."
"Hello, professor."
"Please, Ron no need for formalities here. Just call me Remus. Or if you prefer, Mooney. Now, Harry show your friend up to his room and maybe we can see Sirius if he's awake."
"Alright, c'mon Ron."
Ron followed Harry up the stairs, staring at his ass the whole time. Once in the room, Ron shut the door. He looked around the place. The bed was small, yet seemed big enough for two people. The window was open, and let in a nice summer breeze. Ron looked at Harry again, who was occupied with taking out Ron's things and putting them into draws. He took this opportunity to pounce on Harry, who was now on his stomach with Ron's legs on either side of him. Ron was running his index finger down Harry's back.
"Finally, we're alone."
"Ron, please."
Harry easily flipped himself over, as Ron was lighter than a feather. The position they were in now was quite familiar to both of them.
"Harry, don't think I didn't come here just to "hang out" with you, Remus, and Sirius. I came here fully expecting to get some action out of you."
"Then you came here with the wrong expections."
A knock on the door, and Remus was in the room. A quick blink of the eye and he knew what the two boys were up to. There were so many a nights when him and Sirius were found by James in that compromising position.
"Oh, well then I'll come back another time then."
"No, its fine. Nothing was about to happen," Harry said as he shot a look at Ron and continued putting the red-head's things into the drawers.
"On the contrary Harry, I do believe something was about to happen!" Ron gave Harry a wide smile.
"Piss off."
Harry pushed passed Remus and went out the front door. The slamming of it made the entire house vibrate. Ron sat up, and slumped his head into his hands. His shoulders began to shudder and little sobs could be heard. Remus came over and sat next to Ron. Out of his pocket he placed a small piece of chocolate on Ron's lap. Ron took it and ate it without looking up. The sobs soon muffled themselves.
"Why does he hate me so much? What did I do to deserve this?"
"Oh, Ron. I'm sure you did nothing wrong. But let me ask you this: Have you ever lost a loved one? Have you ever felt like a part of you was ripped away when someone so dear to you leaves?"
"I suppose not."
"Harry has, Ron. He's an orphan, he shall never know what its like to feel a mother's embrace, a father's love. When he found Sirius, it was like a new page was opened and a new hope was given. And to have that hope ripped away from you at the tender age of fifteen, I don't know anyone that could handle that. Do you Ron?"
"No. But why does he hate me so? I've tried to be there for him, I have. I've been nothing but faithful to him and he goes and, and tears my heart out."
"He's afraid of loosing another love. He'll do anything to keep you alive you know that. He'd give his soul to let you live."
"And how would you know all this? How do you know that he just wants nothing to do with me?"
"How do I know? Because I felt the same as Harry. You want to know whats keeping Sirius alive right now? Me, or rather my soul. I was a afraid of loosing him when he graduated, so I told him I loved him. Then the death of one my best friends and his wife, my other best friend being convicted of his murder. I thought that I would never see my love again. But no, dear Sirius escaped. I thought, I thought we could be together forever now. In secret yes but what part of our lives hasn't been secret? And then...to loose his all over. I knew I was gone. I wanted to die. And I know Harry does too. But we don't have to die. Death isn't final. And as I speak my love, my only love is sleeping peacefully in the room across yours. Sirius is alive. I'm alive. Part of Harry is alive. But not all of him. He has the family love now but not the love... not the love that sets him ablaze. Not the love that entangles his mind. Not the love that he wants to be basking in every day of his life, for the the rest of it. Can you provide such a lost boy with that kind of love? Can you share in his glory, his pain, his sadness and most importantly his joy?"
Ron sat at the end of the bed wide-eyed. He never heard Remus speak like that. At least not to him. Hot tears burned his cheeks as they spilled out. Could he provide that kind of love?
A/N: Oh man. Ok, since I haven't updated in fifty years I'm going to give you a clue as what I plan to do. The Sixth Book... obviously I'm going to disregard it entirely. That's my clue. Obviously its a bad clue...since I'm really not following the books at all. Sarah you can hit me now. Haha. Thanks for all the reviews!