Remus found Sirius sitting in the Invisibility section of the library after hearing James' blow-by-blow account of his proposal to Lily. Sirius, however, was not browsing any of the books on the shelves, but a muggle newspaper that he had spread out in front of him. His tongue was stuck between his teeth as he squinted at the pages, his quill dripping ink on the floor beside him.

Remus lowered himself next to the boy silently and looked over his shoulder.

"Flats?"

Sirius nodded, circling one in the middle of the page and continuing to browse.

"When is, uh, that happening?"

Sirius shrugged. "Hopefully I can get one before I get out of here, and then I'll be moving in the first week of July. Or sooner." He shrugged. "I guess having James and Lily finally make a promise is making me want o get my life on the road, you know?"

"Oh, yeah," Remus breathed, watching him now with sad eyes.

They sat in silence for a little longer, and Sirius spoke again when he turned the page.

"I'm actually thinking a two room flat."

Remus looked at him warily. "Really?"

Sirius nodded, smiling slightly. "Yeah, I mean, what are you doing after we're out of here?"

Remus sat up, startled. "I – I don't know," he whispered. "I haven't thought about it." He shrugged and resumed his slouched position. "I guess I'll go back and live with my parents for a while, try to win a lottery, or find a job as a muggle."

Sirius dropped his quill. "A muggle?" he said loudly. Remus shushed him and he continued in a lowered but still furious voice. "You're going to settle for being a muggle after – you're brilliant! You can't just, not do magic anymore!"

"What else am I supposed to do?" he asked, putting his head in his hands. "I mean, no wizarding shops will hire me because of, well, and I can't support myself if I don't have a job."

Sirius stayed silent as he looked at Remus.

"I wish I could get out on my own," he continued into his hands. "Use the skills I've spent seven bloody years refining and expanding here, but, I can't."

It was true, and Sirius knew it. He had even tried the previous summer to get Remus a job, but when he called in sick for the full moon, they fired him on the spot. It was no use, they had decided. But only now was Remus actually complaining about it. Sirius grimaced. If he had to live with his parents for the rest of his life … he shuddered at the thought.

"Well then," he began softly, "whereabouts do you want to live in London?"

"I told you, I'm living with my parents."

"You don't want to live with me?" Sirius asked softly.

Remus looked up and met Sirius' grey eyes. "Is that an offer?"

"Would you rather me say 'Remus, I want you to move in with me after graduation because I'm head over heels for you and can support you and we can be happy together while we work for the Order'?"

Remus smiled. "Maybe, yeah."

Sirius laughed and too a deep breath. "Remus," he began again, "I want you to move in with me –"

But Remus leant in at that moment and captured Sirius' lips in a heated kiss. When they broke apart Remus leant his forehead against Sirius'.

"What about my, uh –"

"Furry little problem?"

Remus pulled a face, and Sirius laughed. "It won't be a problem," he reassured him. "I'll make sure of that."

Remus kissed him again. "Thank you," he whispered against Sirius' lips.

It was later in the night when Sirius finally made it to the boys' dormitory after exhausting another muggle newspaper of its real estate section. James was off celebrating with Lily, and Peter was snoring loudly in front of the common room fire, waiting for something he insisted on calling nothing.

Remus was wide-awake, reading.

He watched silently as the other boy quietly pulled off his shoes slipped off his shirt. Remus licked his lips as Sirius looked round at him and smiled tiredly.

"Are they all asleep?" he whispered.

Remus shook his head. "Not here," he answered huskily.

Sirius grinned that grin, and Remus closed his book, forgetting to mark his place as it fell to the floor with a dull thud. But all of Remus' thoughts of Elizabeth, Mr Darcy, and the lost page were all extinguished as Sirius crawled into his bed and began kissing his neck.

Heat engulfed the two lovers. There is heat between them, heat around them, within them. One tanned, damaged, muscular boy, and one smaller, scarred, strong boy. Both bodies slick with sweat, moving together to a rhythm known only to them.

Hands touching, sliding over tender flesh. Elbows and knees bumping awkwardly, unnoticed as hips grind together, sensually slow, ravenously rapid. Chests heaving, chins bumping between eager kisses and gasps for air. Teeth biting swollen lips, tongues engaged in fierce battles. Dark hair falling into half-lidded eyes. Sandy hair spread upon a crimson pillow. Moans of 'Remus', whispers of 'Sirius' punctuate the rustling of sheets.

One nip of the teeth, a gasp, a slide of a thumb, hands entangled in damp hair, urgent movements, breathy begging, pressing fingertips, needs met.

Entangled bodies and wet sheets in the morning.

Note: All of that "stuff" is directly dedicated to the lovely Carly.