I keep forgetting to put disclaimers so here I go.

Ahem...

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS.

That should do it. Anyway here is chapter 2 of this story. Yeah, I keep them coming pretty fast...coming...hehe. Hope it is enjoyable. Oh and comment please if you like it, or not. If you want. No pressure.

Chapter Two

The next day came and brought with it, a headache for Remus. He had been brushing his teeth when he suddenly remembered. It was exactly three months today since the war ended. He wasn't surprised at all by the knock on his door as he was pulling a shirt over his head. He opened the door to a very downtrodden looking man.

"Sirius," he said simply. And that was all it took for Sirius to fall into Remus' arms, dry sobs exuding in shakes. Remus led him inside his quarters and closed the door behind them. It was the routine. Sirius would come over and Remus would let him cry on his shoulder. Then they would have tea. Sometimes they would fuck. But they would never talk about Harry.

So it was strange when Sirius spoke to him over tea thirty minutes later. "I wish it had been me instead. I really do."

Remus eyed his friend curiously. "I know you do. But we both know that wouldn't have been possible. It had to be…him who finally did it in the end."

Sirius kept his eyes on his tea. "You can say his name around me, Remus."

"Harry. It had to be Harry who did it."

"I know. He was brave wasn't he?" Sirius grinned and looked at Remus. "Just like James, he was."

"Just like James."

"I still wish it would have been me."

"I know it. Me too."

Sirius brushed his foot against Remus' under the table. Ah, so the comforting part of the day was finished, Remus thought.

It wasn't until four o'clock that Sirius let himself be pushed out of Remus' bed. "I have classes to prepare for and papers to grade," Remus had said.

"It's your own fault for assigning so much homework, you hard arse," Sirius had responded, gathering up his clothes that had been lazily thrown around the bedroom. "Have you seen my underwear?"

"The ceiling fan."

"Ah yes. Thanks."

When Sirius had finally left, Remustook a bathand did indeed attempt to grade some papers. After about four essays about the sexual nature of Veela, however, there was a knock on his chamber door.

"Professor Snape," Remus said when he pulled back the door. Severus Snape was standing in front of him, the usual smirk across his face. "Please, do come in."

"That will not be necessary, however unfortunate that may be," Snape scowled at the werewolf, furrowing his eyebrows in a way he probably thought to be intimidating. Remus would be lying if he said it wasn't. "I need only to ask you a question, if you would be so kind as to answer it."

"Of course, Severus."

"Why didn't you take the Wolfsbane you incompetent? Are you completely dense? I was under the impression that you enjoyed sparing the lives of others."

Remus' face fell drastically and panic took his heartbeat. "What did you say?"

"Oh relax, you insufferable beast. No one was hurt, no one even saw you," Remus let out the breath he didn't realize he had been holding. "But that doesn't excuse the fact that you didn't take it. And I know you didn't simply…forget."

Remus sighed. "I don't know what happened. I just…"

"You just risked the life of every human on the grounds you imbecile!"

"No. I…I left the grounds."

"You left the grounds? Where, dare I ask, did you go? The zoo?"

It was Remus' turn to smirk, though the look didn't quite work as well on his soft features. "I found a nice forest to contain myself in."

"And that's how you ended up in Mr. Malfoy's backyard?"

Remus blushed and Severus shook his head knowingly. "You're lucky my godson is so kind. I would have left you in the middle of the street, had you ended up naked on my property."

"You're godson was kind. Very kind and I am very grateful in return." Remus crossed his arms over his chest, wishing the conversation would just end as soon as possible.

"I can tell you are too cowardice to actually explain yourself, Lupin, so I'll go." He turned to leave but stopped. "I saw Black leaving here earlier. I do hope he knows he was wearing his pants backwards." And with that, Snape stalked off back towards the dungeons. The miserable old man, Remus thought.

It was two days later when Remus saw him. He was in Diagon Alley buying some new grading quills, when he saw the blonde head bobbing above the rest of the wizarding community. Without thinking, Remus ran to catch up with him.

"Remus, hello." There was his name again.

"Hello Draco. How are you?"

"Fine. You?"

"Good. Thanks very much. Erm…" Remus had already forgotten any words other than the ones he most desperately wanted to say. I want to fuck you, I want to fuck you, I want to fuck you. "Er…"

"Would you have a bite to eat with me?" The blonde asked innocently. Remus sighed gratefully and nodded. When they were sitting at the window table at The Three Broomsticks for lunch ten minutes later, they were in full conversation.

"How is your head? I see the cut has healed nicely."

"Thanks to you it has. Really, Draco I…I'm very grateful that I ended up in your backyard. And that, of course, you hadn't encountered me during my transformation."

"I am equally grateful. For both. It's not every day you get to-" he stopped.

"Get to what?"

Draco blushed and he looked down at his lap, toiling his thumbs. Remus recognized this habit immediately.

"Get to see me naked?"

Draco's fidgeting stilled and he looked up at the man before him. "Yes."

Now Remus was struggling not to fidget. This was wrong. This was most unnatural. He thought of Sirius laughing his head off and grimaced.

"I'm sorry. I've made you uncomfortable. I'm going to go, then." Draco stood up from the table and before Remus could say anything, he was out the door.

Remus rushed after him. He easily spotted the blonde head and followed the fast moving figure through the crowd of wizards and witches loaded with new cauldrons and robes. Draco ended up ducking into an alley. Remus walked quietly up to the entrance but stopped short of revealing his presence when he peeked around the wall and saw what was happening.

The blonde's back was to him but it was evident what he was doing with his hand. Quiet moans were escaping from the back of Draco's throat and his fist was moving with a fierce pounding motion. Up and down, up and down.

"Remus," he said.

Remus gasped for breath. Remus, he thought. That's my name, isn't it?

Sirius had wanted to know all the details from the infamous "date". Remus only succumbed to calling it a "date" after Sirius had teased him for a good half hour about not having an actual one in months.

"Ok so you were on this date. Did you pick him up or what? Please tell me you brushed your hair first."

Remus cringed. "No it wasn't like that at all. We just sort of ran into each other in Diagon Alley and he asked me to have a bite with him."

This caused Sirius to raise his eyebrows. "He asked you out?"

"Is that so hard to believe?"

"And you went to have a," he was laughing uncontrollably now as Remus knew he would. "A bite?"

"Oh piss off, Sirius. Really it's embarrassing enough as it is."

"Ok, ok. I'm…I'm sorry, Moony." Sirius bit his lip to stifle his compulsive rolls of laughter.

"Ugh. You are hopeless. Really you are." Remus stood up from the table. "I'm going to have a smoke. Please, if you're fond of your health, don't follow me. I'll be back."

Remus huffed away from the table and his hysterical friend, and trudged through the door outside. He hastened to light his fag but burnt himself on the lighter.

"Dammit!" he hissed. "Fucking, fucking, fucking dammit!"

"Now that kind of language won't get that light working," said a small voice behind Remus. A pale hand extended from beside him and took the lighter from his hands. Draco Malfoy lit Remus' cigarette with one smooth motion and pulled out one of his own to smoke. When they were both lit, Remus dared a glance at Draco, who was looking right back at him, expectantly.

"Thanks."

"No problem."

Nothing else was said. The two men simply stood together in the dark and smoked quietly. It wasn't a particularly awkward silence either. Almost natural, Remus thought. Almost. Remus couldn't help but notice the elegant way Draco held his cigarette between his fingers, the way his lips parted to draw in the smoke.

"We never got that bite, Draco," Remus said after a while. Draco looked at him, his eyes large. "I wanted that bite, I think."

"Did you? I was under the impression that I disgusted you." Remus wondered if Draco honestly believed this. The idea of Draco disgusting anyone seemed highly unlikely. He watched, mesmerized as the lips opened to the cigarette again and he stammered for the right words.

"No! Well…no. Bloody hell, I don't know why this is so hard. I…I'm just a little slow on the uptake of things, Draco. Please understand that you…in no way disgust me. In fact, I find you to be one of the least disgusting people, erm, men that I know," Remus said. They both let the statement linger in the air between them for a minute. Remus could tell that Draco was digesting the compliment, planning what to say next. But before his trail of thought could be disrupted, Remus continued. "What I'm saying is, I want to bite, I mean, I would like to, no…I…If you wanted, or if you still want- me? -I'm saying that I want, erm…you as well." He finished and quickly went over in his head what it was, exactly, he had just said. Something about wanting and biting.

"Remus. I would love to bite you," Draco said.

Remus simply stared at him, flabbergasted. "Oh?"

"Oh yes. May I?" Remus nodded and Draco tilted his head.

He leaned in. Remus smelt cocoa and fire whiskey and they kissed. It was a smooth, tender kiss, and when neither of them pulled away, Draco deepened it, slipping his tongue over Remus'. He tasted like Remus expected him to: good.

"I've been thinking about you," Draco breathed into the other man's ear. "I know that you were watching me in the alley." Remus felt his face flush. Whether it was from the fact that he had just been caught or the fact that Draco had his hands on his arse, he wasn't sure. "No, I liked that you were watching. Did you like seeing me touch myself, Remus?" Remus nodded and bent down to graze Draco's throat with his mouth. He tasted so sweet. Draco had his hands on Remus' face now, caressing his skin softly. His fingertips smelled like cigarettes. Remus wondered if they tasted as good as the rest of him and he realized he wanted more than anything to taste every inch of Draco Malfoy, but remembering that Sirius would be wandering outside soon, looking for him, he pulled away.

"I have to go back inside. I'm with someone," he said, his brown eyes locked onto Draco's blue.

"Black?" There was no cynicism or hate in the way he said the name. Strange, Remus thought. There usually was with most people.

"Yes. Sirius is inside and I really should be getting back before he drowns himself in a vat of butterbeer." Remus brushed a strand of hair out of Draco's eyes. "I still want that bite."

"Then you'll see me around, won't you?"

"I hope so."

"Goodnight."

Draco left and Remus stayed outside to watch him leave. He only went inside after all traces of the blonde head were veiled in darkness.