When the Evening is Spread out Against the Sky

Remus was standing on the Astronomy, looking at the sky. There was one star in particular he was looking at. The Sirius Star. The Dog Star. The namesake of the love of his life. Sirius Black.

Of course, Sirius was one of his best friends, and not his boyfriend. In fact, Sirius didn't know he was liked by one of his friends or that one of his friends was gay.

Remus sighed. Sirius would never like him. His daydreams were foolish.

The door opened and flooded the balcony. Remus didn't bother to turn around. He was hoping that if he ignored them, they would just go away.

Remus jumped at the voice of the one he was just thinking about.

"Hey Remie, watch are you doing up here?" asked Sirius.

"I'm looking at the stars. Why are you up here?"

"I was bored, so I wanted to get some fresh air. What star are you looking at?"

Remus was caught of guard, so he pointed to the dog star and said, "That one." and immediately realized his mistake. Oh shit! Was the one thought running through his mind.

"Really," Sirius asked slyly "and why, may I ask, were you looking at my namesake?"

What Remus didn't know was that Sirius actually did know that he liked him and that Sirius liked him back.

Still what was going through Remus's mind was Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit what am I going to do?

"I was thinking about you." Remus finally answered.

"Oh, what about me were you thinking about? My lovely doggy charm perhaps?" said Sirius, a smile creeping across his face.

Remus was scared now. Sirius was hitting to close to home.

"Oh nothing in particular, just this and that." he quickly responded, maybe to quickly.

Sirius moved over to lean on the rail with him and said, "Do you know why I actually came up here?"

"No"

"To think about you. You know why?"

"No" said Remus, his breath quickening. Sirius was starting to lean very close to him.

"Because of this." and with that Sirius kissed him on the lips. A quick, gentle brush of the lips and pressed something into Remus's hand. Sirius quietly moved away, back down the stairs to the Gryfindor Tower.

When Remus looked into his hand, there was a little slip of parchment which said,

Dear Remus,

Don't you just love nights were

"when the evening is spread out against the sky?"

T.S. Eliot

Love,

Sirius