Emotion prompt: Nervous

Characters/pairings: [Remus,Sirius], James

Summary: Sirius can't bring himself to confess his feelings to Remus. Can he?

This is specially dedicated to you, Hannah! This is my first Wolfstar fic.

"For Merlin's sake, Sirius, just do it!"

James watched his best friend with a combination of exasperation, amusement and mild concern. Said friend was rubbing his sweaty palms on his cloak, despite the time being mid-December, and casting nervous glances at a certain werewolf sitting just a bench ahead.

Sirius glanced at James. "What if he doesn't like me?"

James sighed. He knew his friends thought it annoying when he went on about Lily, and he was getting to know just how annoying he was, if Sirius was anything like him. Throughout the History of Magic period, the Black heir had been staring at the back of Remus' head (the werewolf had nodded off under the effect of Professor Binns' drone, and so was oblivious to his best friends' muttered conversation), the conflict going on in his mind all too clear. James had known about his friend's crush on his other best friend, and was desperate for the two to get together. The lovesick look on the school heart-throb Sirius Black was get on his nerves.

"Of course he likes you," James said. "He's your best friend, after all."

Apparently that was the wrong thing to say. Sirius' nervousness only heightened. On the face of one who was always overbearingly confident, it was almost unsettling.

"You know I don't want him to like me that way, Prongs," he whispered.

"Well, uh, of course he likes you the other way too."

"How do you know?" Sirius pressed on.

"It's so obvious, Padfoot," James sighed. "In fact, it's obvious to everyone other than you two that you are head over heels for each other."

Sirius blushed. "Are you sure?"

"Of course I am." James ruffled his hair. "I know everything concerned about love."

"Except how to get Evans," Sirius sniggered. James hit him on the head with his book.

Just then, the bell rang, announcing the end of class. All the students jumped, coming out of their daydreams (or actual dreams in many cases) and Binns floated out of the classroom through the blackboard.

"Do it now!" James urged as he saw Remus stand up and collect his stuff. "Go, Sirius."

Nodding, Sirius took a couple of steps forward, but then halted. "What if I mess it up, James?" he said uncertainly. "What if he hates me after this? I don't want to ruin our friendship."

James rolled his eyes. "If that happens, I will obliviate him. Now go!"

-o0o-

"Remus! Hey Remus!" Sirius screeched to a halt as he saw his friend (and crush) stop and turn around.

"What is it, Sirius?" Remus asked curiously.

"I —" Sirius stumbled. "I... uh, could we go somewhere more private?"

Remus nodded bemused, and together, they entered an unused classroom.

"So what is it?" Remus asked as he sat down.

"I—" Sirius could feel his palms sweating again. He was getting breathless.

"Yes?" Remus prompted.

"I..." Just do it, his heart prompted. "I'm... I love you," he blurted out.

"What?" Remus' eyes widened.

"I love you. I'm in love with you." The words were easier to say now that he had said them once.

"You— are in love with me?" Remus asked faintly.

"Y-yes." Sirius felt his tie become too tight. This was all wrong. Remus didn't like him. Their friendship would be broken. "It's o-okay if you don't like me," he continued, stumbling. "I just —"

But he didn't get to finish his sentence, because suddenly Remus' soft lips were on his, silencing him. Sirius began to feel breathless again, this time for a completely different reason.

"I'm so glad you told me!" Remus beamed at him when they pulled away. "I was so worried and hopeless, thinking that I stood no chance after all the hoards of girls after you."

"You were the only one," Sirius said softly, smiling. He felt warm and utterly content.

"But you should have told me earlier!" he huffed. "To think that you gave me all those hours of uncertainty and worries. You will have to make up for that, Remus Lupin."

Remus smiled, brushing Sirius' hair out of his eyed with his long fingers. He leaned in, his lips brushing tantalisingly against Sirius' ear.

"I can make it up to you anyway you like."