A/N: So this didn't start out as Wolfstar fic...and then suddenly it was? (I'm not sure how this happened send help.)

ALSO - I didn't have any time to edit this so … it's really quite a draft. Not my best. But I really just had no time to do it, so draft it is. *shrugs*

House: Gryffindor

Category: Short Story

Prompt: Grimmauld Place [Location/Setting]

Word Count: 1,289

Mini-Summary: Sirius Black is bored. And then, he's not.

In the dusty attic-space of the ancient house sat a man contemplating just how bored he truly was.

Sirius was not unfamiliar with boredom: ever since the danger of You-Know-Who had returned, this house was the place he was confined to and there wasn't much to do in it. It was so old that every bit of what may have once been called "entertainment" had disappeared from plain sight. If he was telling the truth, this house had never had any form of entertainment that was appealing to him.

Giving a loud groan, he sunk farther down into the chair and rubbed his face. Someone was supposed to be stopping by today, wasn't that right?

As if his questions had been heard, a sudden stomping from down below caused Sirius to sit upright, attempting to run a hand through his incredibly messy black hair and then wait, listening. There didn't appear to be any danger in going to see who it was.

"Sirius?" The voice of the visitor called up.

Adrenaline began racing through his body as he heard the voice - it had been days since the last person had stopped in, everyone was so busy - and he stood up, beginning to make his way down the stairs as fast as he could, passing all of the house-elves heads with disgust and making the floors creak. Remus stood at the bottom of the stair with a small smile on his face.

"Half expected you to arrive with a tail." The tawny haired man chuckled.

"Well, I can't always be predictable, can I?" He grinned. "Come over here."

After embracing the other as if it had been longer than two months since they'd last talked, Sirius stepped back and observed the other carefully. There were the familiar scars in their right place. The eyes hadn't changed, haircolor was still the same tawny brown it had always been - excusing maybe a grey spot here and there. All that was really different was the way Lupin's face seemed to have gotten a little more tired looking.

"When was the last time you took a shower, Sirius? You look worse than I feel."

"Oh, you know how it gets," Sirius shrugged, still too delighted with the surprise appearance to care what he honestly looked like, "There's no one to keep me in line here, so I figured it's okay if I go a day or two without the normal routines. I do take showers whether or not you believe me on that."

"I try." Remus gave a soft sigh.

"Come on in, let's sit down and I'll pull up a cup of tea." He took Remus by the shoulders and led them into the kitchen, sitting the man down in a chair and moving over to the cabinets.

For a few moments, the only sound to be heard was the rattling he was making trying to get the ingredients and cups together to make tea. Perhaps Remus was thinking of the same thing he was.

It was unusual for them to be alone in a house together anymore. Sirius had at first had to restrain the urge to tackle the other when he'd come down the stairs, and possibly involve more. But with time had come the restraint they both needed when in the company of one another. It was tough as all hell - yet it was quite possibly for the best.

When he turned around, it was evident that Remus had been having similar thoughts. Sirius leaned up against the back of the counter making sure to have a grin on his face that told all.

"Think we still got it?" He was not referring to the tea.

"Sirius, I imagine that you've been waiting to say that for the past two months. Have you talked to literally anyone?"

"Letters. Mad-Eye's been in and out."

"Oh good. I've got one hyper puppy on my hands…" Remus said with another sigh. "Although, I'm not sure I'd like to imagine what this puppy has on his mind."

"Aw, come off it, Rem. We haven't had any alone time since the summer. Why can't we do anything? Just a little kiss…" He walked up to the other man and sat beside him on the edge of the table.

Remus looked as reluctant as he always did before they started actually being able to enjoy each other's company. There was the familiar guilty look on his face - Sirius wanted to wipe it off his face.

"Perhaps…" Before Remus could say anything more, Sirius leaned down and pecked his lips.

"For a moment, you looked like that was unexpected." He said, chuckling as he backed away a little.

Yet before Sirius could sit fully down again, the tawny-haired man pulled him in for a longer kiss. This time, it was more akin to what he'd been asking for.

"We can't continue it, not right now…" Remus' eyes spoke differently. There was want, but there was resistance.

"So I don't get any form of entertainment until tonight?"

"Siri, you… you know how things are," they were no longer close together so it was hard to tell how badly saying that hurt his favorite person in the whole world, "We already made this agreement. No matter how much we want to be back together, things are different. The rest of the Order doesn't have an inkling about it. Things are more dangerous than ever. I don't want to risk anything more than we're already doing."

A silence fell onto them. Remus was not wrong. Sirius knew that. The agreement of such things were so hard to complete when one was so bored all of the time. The others all had lives outside of this musty old house he was forced to reside in.

With messy footsteps, he walked back over to the hissing kettle and set out the tea cups and the tea bags without a glance back at Remus. There was a sigh from the table; Sirius ignored it. It was stupid to get sentimental over this sort of thing, he knew it. But what could he do? The world wasn't exactly fair to him, it never had been, so getting angry was perfectly allowed.

"I know how you feel, Sirius...I don't deny that I haven't felt the same way about it. I simply don't want to live in regret, or you to live in regret, or really… if anything were to happen, I don't want things to be worse than they already are." Remus was speaking softly, his tone gentle. "But… perhaps we can break that a little today."

"You're risking it? Even after blatantly telling me that it was all awful and our relationship could never be rekindled and that perhaps we should just stop all of correspondence, even? I've been trapped in this house for months. I fail to see how that sort of thing is going to be passed by."

"I know, I'm indecisive. But we have to risk it a little, don't we?"

Despite the misgivings he knew they both were feeling, Sirius couldn't help the elated feeling he got from those words. They could risk it, Remus needed to be comfortable, but he would make sure of that. He'd always made sure of that.

"Then let's get to it after tea, shall we?" He felt a small smile grow on his unshaven face as he turned to look at Remus, holding the cups.

The house no longer seemed so dark and so boring when Remus was there to entertain him. Whatever time they may have had left was going to be used both wisely and foolishly.

Sirius Black was ready to let go of all possible regret and fears that night.