A/N: I got a review last chapter, and it literally made my day! It was from a guest, so I can't shout you out, but thank you so much- I was smiling like an idiot for ten minutes. I tried to finish this chapter as fast as I could while it still being good. Question: do you think I should do chapter titles? Anyway, hope you guys enjoy this chapter.

WARNING: Chapter includes depression, self harm, and other mental illnesses. Please proceed carefully if you are sensitive to that kind of stuff. I will probably be adding in more mental illnesses throughout this story, so I am sorry if you are triggered by those things.

*I sound sarcastic, but I'm just trying to be considerate. :)

Indirect Sirius POV

When he woke up, he only had a sheet covering him, and he was freezing. Confused as to why he was missing a blanket, Sirius looked around the dorm, and smiled when he got to Remus's bunk. You could barely tell that there was a person under there with all the quilts and blankets. Sirius suddenly remembered that he had given Remus his blanket last night, and he smiled again.

He was the first one up, or so he thought. It was still an hour until breakfast but he knew he wouldn't be able to get back to sleep. Rolling off his bed with a grunt, Peter appeared beside him.

"Worm!" Sirius exclaimed, but it seemed like James and Remus were deaf because they didn't stir.

"Shhhh," Peter said softly, "We need to talk. Follow me."

As Peter led him down the stairs to the common room, Sirius couldn't help but wonder what this was all about. When they reached the bottom of the stairs, Peter pointed to a chair, and then sat.

"Pete, what's this about?" Sirius said, not at all sarcastic.

Wormtail sighed, and then started talking. "Padfoot, I saw you last night."

Sirius frowned, not quite knowing what he meant.

"You and Moony, Pads." Peter explained like Sirius was a five year old, but Sirius tilted his head to one side, still not getting it. "Sirius, you like him."

Sirius gave an almost unnoticeable start, but Peter caught it and smirked. "Padfoot, just think about it, okay?" he asked, and without waiting for a reply, went back up to the dorm.

He still had almost a half hour before he needed to get dressed, so he stayed in the commons, thinking. Sirius didn't know what Wormtail was talking about. Sure, he liked Moony, but only as a friend. Besides, even if he did like him (which he so obviously didn't), Remus was straight. He had to be, what girl wouldn't like him?

By the time Sirius had convinced himself he wasn't attracted to Remus, it was time to get dressed, so he headed back up to their room.

When he walked in, Pete and James were asleep, but Remus had gotten up and was...changing. Sirius was dumbfounded. This was the first time he had seen Remus changing since 5th year.

Remus usually changed after the others had gone down to the commons because he was self conscious, but looking at him, Sirius couldn't see why. He was perfect. His scars were beautiful. Since last year, he had grown taller, and he looked hot. His perfect stomach was below his perfect chest which was below his perfect collarbone which was below his perfect face which was… gaping at him?

"Merlin's sake, Moony," Sirius got out before realizing he was staring at his male best friend's half-naked body. "I mean...umm...Wow! Is that a butterfly?" Sirius tried to shift the topic as Remus turned pink and ducked under his blanket. Sirius took this opportunity to dart and grab his robes and bag, and then sprint out of the dorm. He would be changing in the bathroom today.

The rest of the day was awkward, as Sirius and Remus were partners in almost every class. That night, Sirius demanded to speak to Peter alone in the dorm, threatening to hex anyone who walked in. Remus and James looked like they had no intention of doing so when they saw the look on Sirius's face.

"Like what you saw earlier, Pads?" Peter asked with a grin. He hadn't been able to go back to sleep after their chat earlier either, and had witnessed Sirius's not-so-innocent incident.

"Wha-what-who-you-" Sirius blubbered, flabbergasted.

"Look, I won't say anything to him if you don't want me to, but you know you like him," Peter reasoned, looking understanding.

The entire day, Sirius had barely been able to concentrate due to Remus. He couldn't like him. Remus was kind. Remus was smart, and funny, and cute, and everything Sirius could never be. Before he went to sleep that night, Sirius's fingers couldn't help dropping down to his thigh, feeling the razor marks he had put there.

Unable to stop himself, he started tearing up, then crying, then sobbing. He tensed when he felt a gentle arm slip around his shoulders, but relaxed when he smelled chocolate and tea and something else he couldn't place. Remus.

Sobbing quietly, shaking in Remus's shoulders, Sirius felt ashamed of himself. "Hey, it's okay." a soft voice reassured him. "It's okay."

Remus was the only other living soul who had seen Sirius's scars. They had been working outside last year on a project by themselves, and Sirius was wearing shorts. When he stood up, something had fallen out of his pocket and his shorts had ridden up simultaneously, so when Remus bent to pick up the pencil, he had seen the scars barely hidden from view.

After a livid Remus berated him for almost 15 minutes: "What are those? Who did that to you? Are you okay?" Sirius had given in.

"They're razor marks, I did them, and yes I'm okay," he had said, looking down at his feet, when suddenly Remus appeared there.

He tilted Sirius's chin up and said softly, "you are worth it. You are wanted. You are loved."

Sirius hadn't quite believed him then, but now, as he was softly crying into Remus's neck, he believed. Remus was softly stroking his hair as Sirius's sobs waned and then stopped.

They stayed for a few moments, Sirius breathing in Remus's scent, Remus stroking his hair, when Sirius suddenly realized what he was doing. He pushed Remus away and said forcefully but with a quiver in his voice, "please leave."

He meant that Remus should go. Go to his bunk, worry about his life, and not have to deal with a crybaby 16 year old who likes his best friend. His best friend who was everything good that Sirius wasn't.

Remus backed away, and Sirius pretended not to notice the soft sobs coming from Remus's four-poster for the rest of the night.

A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! I wanted to give Sirius a little bit more background, because I didn't want him to be just the arrogant, narcissistic boy we usually see. Next chapter will probably be back to Remus's point of view, but should I do a future chapter in Peter's POV? While writing this I got two more reviews and it means the literal world to me. There are literally 800,000 HP fics on this website and the fact that 3 people read mine makes proofreading bearable. Hope you liked the chapter, and if you have any reviews/questions don't hesitate to tell me! This is my first fanfiction, so any helpful critiques will be taken into account, but please be kind. Have a great day, and see you next chapter!