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Sirius POV

I knew he'd leave my side at some point during the night, as it should have been. I will admit I did enjoy when he'd wrap his body around mine and allow sleep to claim him, but I knew I'd awake in the morning alone. Sometimes I was fast asleep when he'd leave, other times I was awake, but pretended to be asleep. He never spoke, not even a whisper, but often he'd touch my cheek gently or brush locks of hair away from my face before sitting up for a few moments, I'm assuming to watch me, and then slowly inch himself off the bed to return to his own room. When the door would softly click behind him, I'd invariably roll over to the pillow where he'd been, inhale deeply and fall back asleep with a smile on my face.

I was still amazed at him, or rather my regard for him. Being with him had become the highlight of my days. I just never dreamed that we'd be doing these things together. When Remus warmed my bed, it was similar to snuggling up in one's favorite blanket. Being with him, though, was new and exciting and there was a certain responsibility I felt for teaching him correctly, whether sexually or otherwise. And I did care about him a great deal. He was a good person with a huge heart and many underestimated him and his potential. I never did. I always told him he could do anything he wanted. I tried to stress to him to ignore those that told him otherwise.

I tried my best to be his friend and mentor, and in the process I ended up his lover as well. And I was okay with that. I was more than okay with that actually.

He stayed six days before going back to Hogwarts and came to see me every night, much to my delight. When we discussed Dumbledore's Army one evening, I grew a little irritated, though not with him, of course. I was irritated that I was shut up like the animagus dog I was. When I mentioned possibly helping, he told me…well I don't remember his words exactly…but they expressed fear for my safety. He did want me there, but he knew just how dangerous it would for me to venture out. I know he wanted to tell me to stay at home, but he understood more than anyone how truly miserable I was and wouldn't say it, though his eyes gave him away. They were always so expressive.

We went no further sexually, but we did continue to explore my experience and his curiosity within our boundaries and had some wonderful moments in the silence and safe haven of my bed. We were way past words. All we needed and wanted was to feel. And to feel something other than stress and fear. Every minute together was bliss.

The last night, when he slipped from my bed after another torrid hour of physical gratification, I argued with myself. In an instant, I jumped from bed, grabbed his hand and pulled him into a tight hug as my naked body pressed against his half clothed one. It was the most emotion I'd allowed, but I simply couldn't help it. I wrapped my arms around him and held him tightly, happy when he did the same, clinging to me as if we'd never see each other again. We knew life was changing. We could feel it. We knew our time was coming to an end as well, and I don't think either of us truly wanted it to, but knew it was inevitable. We couldn't stop it.

We weren't meant to last forever, after all.

Ron - Current

No one understands and I can't explain it. School is over and Voldemort has been defeated once more, but I sit in the hall outside of his room and sob as if I'm in mortal pain. My knees are pulled up to my chest and I bury my face in the cross of my arms. He's gone. We lost him in the Department of Ministries during the fight. We fucking lost him.

It was horrible. A group of us from the Army went to rescue him, since we thought Voldemort had taken him, but it had been a ploy to trick Harry. Death Eaters swarmed around us and had their wands pointed to our throats when members of the Order showed up, including him. Why couldn't he stay home? Why did he have to come out with them?

I want to be mad at him. I want to hate him, but I can't. He had been in the first Army, I can't blame him for wanting to be in the second one, and especially considering how long he's been stuck in that house and considering his godson had been the teacher, I just couldn't blame him. But it doesn't take away the pain.

I crawl from the hallway to his room and up into his bed. I lock the door behind me and cry as I bury myself in the sheets that still smell like him; like us. I feel selfish for my sorrow; after all, it was another significant loss for Harry, not me. But no one knows what we'd shared. No one knows what we felt for each other or what we meant to each other. I never voiced it and neither did he, but we didn't have to. It was intense enough that it surpassed words.

Harry and Hermione have been my best friends since we were kids, but he had been my best friend too. I was closer with him than I'd ever been to another. I feel like a part of me died when he died. Of all the people, why him? He didn't deserve it. Hadn't he suffered enough? No one will ever understand me again; not like that. No one will ever accept me the way he did.

I continue to cry and pull the sheet over my head and curl up into a ball, realizing I'd never have another night in this bed. I'd never again be able to talk to him and ask him questions. I'd never again be able to sneak back in and crawl into his bed, never be able to kiss him and hold him and other unspeakable things.

Though 'we' only really existed in the dark, 'we' had been the biggest light in my life for almost a year. I doubt there will ever be a night when I don't think of him. I will never again see a light under a closed door and not remember all the times I waited for him to turn his off so I could go back in. We had a relationship that there was no definition for. I will never forget the man I'd grown to love.

As I lay like a child in the bed where we shared so much together, wrapped up in the sheets that still held our scents, crying for what I'd never get back and never be able to find again, I realize that he'll always be with me, if only in the dark.

Come on...you didn't expect a happy ending, did you? I think it's the first sad ending I've written actually. (I will admit being a little partial to happy endings, but it just wouldn't have fit here.) So I hope you've enjoyed it. We now return to our regularly written stories LOL