Author's Note: I have read Deathly Hallows, actually I have read the whole series and am sad to admit that there are no hints toward this ship in it. Thank you for the world you have created J.K. Rowling, but this is one of my imaginations greatest desires.
Remus walked through the barren halls of Hogwarts nights later, knowing that he would be alone at this hour. Not even Prefects would be running around looking for students out of bed, and he had a special connection with Filch's trouble-detecting kitten, Mrs. Norris, there was no chance he would get caught.
As he traipsed through the halls, he couldn't help but think of Sirius. Every time he tried to get Sirius' glistening lips out of his head, he ran a thin hand through his soft sandy hair. He couldn't get those thoughts out, there wasn't a chance he could be with Sirius and his mind seemed to think this was the perfect way to torture him.
Images of scantily clad Sirius danced throughout his mind and at the most inappropriate moments. Remus had been sitting in Ancient Runes and all of a sudden the idea of Sirius feeding him his monthly potion popped into his mind. When Remus sat at lunch with the rest of the Marauders and the idea of Sirius at quidditch practice with the wind in his hair ran through Remus' mind, tensing up the stomach that should be full of food and not the feelings he had.
There was no way that Remus could figure out to get this out of his mind. He couldn't tell anyone because he himself had still not gotten over the fact that he was mildly attracted, okay severely attracted, to his best friend. He was also afraid no one would understand he actually did love Sirius for who he is. Nearly every simple-minded girl that walked the halls of Hogwarts had an infatuation with Sirius Black and Remus couldn't blame them, but he also knew that none of them had a clue about the real Sirius. None of these Black-loving girls knew that Sirius was brave enough to sit with Sirius during the moments of his transformation, while the others watched from the other side of the room. None of these girls knew that Sirius was full of love that he only showed to the ones truly worthy of it, that he was really fragile but put on a brave face for the judging eyes around him.
No girl could ever love Sirius the way Remus did. Never mind that, nobody could ever love him with the same passion. Remus had only recently figured out that he was in love with his best mate, but he knew that no matter what, this is what he wanted, Sirius was who he wanted. Remus' whole life he had been told that he was special and unique, that there was nothing about him to be ashamed about, but this wasn't true. Remus knew he was special and unique because he was the only one who could ever love Sirius for who he really is, but he is ashamed, he has to be ashamed, because he knows how much he loves Sirius, but he hasn't told him.
Sorry it's short but I just finished Deathly Hallows and I am writing a Ron Hermione story and I am determined to make that one work. When more inspiration comes to me on this story, I will continue.