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A.N. To clarify this is Remus thinking back when Sirius is in Azkaban. Read, review (with requests), and enjoy.
The Night Nothing Happened
It's funny how even after all these years he can still remember that night in perfect clarity. He had just spent three hours studying for the Arithmancy test he had the following morning and he still knew just as much as when he began…
He figures he probably would have gotten farther if he'd spent less time staring at Sirius and more time staring at his book. But even when he looks away he imagines what it would be like to kiss those lips or run his hand through that long dark hair. He imagines it would feel silky, what with how long Sirius spent working on it in the shower every morning.
Oh God… Sirius in the shower…He shifted uncomfortably sincerely glad that the table covered him from the waist down and that everyone, including most of the fifth and seventh years are already asleep. In fact, he realizes glancing around, the only ones left awake at this hour are him and …Sirius. Someone up there has a wicked sense of humor.
He sneaks another glance at Sirius then glances back down at his books. An internal debate rages behind his amber eyes, leaving no room for something as trivial as Arithmancy. He wonders what would happen if he were to walk over there and kiss Sirius. But he was a guy; guys shouldn't have crushes on their fellow roommates. Guys shouldn't have other guys invade their mind so that they feel as if they would die without him. What would James, Peter, and, most importantly, Sirius think if they knew he felt this way. Would they still accept him if they knew he was gay? Being a werewolf is one thing but to be a gay werewolf, he'd lose every friend he ever had. He'd lose Sirius.
Remus does not go over that night. Neither does Sirius though each wishes that they could be just a little bit braver and confess their feelings.
It's funny how after all these years he can remember that night nothing happened with such clarity. It's funny how even now, nine years later, he regrets not speaking up, not saying something that would have turned those last two months of agony into bliss.
And it's funny how, even regretting this, he decides not to write Sirius asking 'why did you do it?' even though that would have saved him from several years of pain as Sirius rotted away in Azkaban unable to tell anyone of his innocence.
Life's real funny sometimes.