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I do not own Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, or any other character that might show up in the resulting story. They all belong to the lovely J.K. Rowling.

Author's Note;;

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I'm thinking about doing the next chapter from Remus' Point Of View but I haven't fully decided. Any thoughts?

Warning;;

Little bit of language and some kissing. Woo.

James was going to kill him.

"Sirius."

Lily Evan's mouth purred his name more deliciously than any other witch he had ever hooked up with during his last six years at Hogwarts. If Prongs hadn't been taken with the silly witch, Sirius might've made some serious moves on her. Evans and Potter weren't currently dating but that didn't quite save Sirius' arse. Potter had been known to hex fellow students who even glanced at Lily. If he found out that his best friend was practically shagging the witch in a broom closet…

"Merlin," he groaned, Lily's lips upon his collarbone distracting him from his thoughts. She had hitched a leg over his hips, fingers entwined in his hair. Her lips trailed up his neck, biting softly along stubble covered skin, tongue tracing over his jaw, lips sucking on his. He moaned softly, letting her have free reign for some time. Lily had always been a dominating witch and this sort of thing apparently carried over to her sex life. Interesting, interesting.

She moaned his name again, eyes flicking up to his. A frown creased her lips and she dropped her leg, pulling away slightly.

"You're not here," she whispered, touching his lips gently.

"I'm sorry Lil…"

She smirked, seeming to catch something in his eyes, "You've got someone else, don't you?" Lily's hands were still tangled in his hair and she seemed to suddenly realize this. Sirius couldn't help but miss the warm comfort that they had given him, the small reminder that women still lusted after him.

(He certainly couldn't admit, not even to himself, he had been pretending she was Remus the entire time.)

"No, no, definitely not. I have no one," Sirius said, raising his chin slightly, "And I like it that way." His arm was wrapped about her waist still but she pulled out of his grip. Lily pressed her back against one of the walls, creating as much distance between them as possible in a broom closet.

Lily shook her head, "Don't lie to me. You have someone. Whether or not they know it, I don't know. I can't do this if you've got someone."

"You've got someone," Sirius retorted Lily shrugged.

"I don't 'have' Potter. He 'has' me. And that's all in his head anyways. We're not dating right now so, whatever," Lily huffed and Sirius could practically imagine her bangs fluttering in her warm breath. The dim light of the broom cupboard alerted Sirius to her putting a hand out to grab his before he felt her touch.

"Who is it Sirius?"

The question was so soft, so irresistible. He wanted to take the question and crawl inside it, live in the comfort and gentleness that it promised. Lily squeezed his hand gently and he shook his head like a stubborn child. No. Admitting it out loud would be as bad as telling Remus himself.

"Please?"

Sirius took a breath. Perhaps it would be better for him to fess up. This stupid make-out session hadn't swung in his favor. He had pretended it was Remus the entire time. Even now, he imagined he was holding Remus' scarred and calloused hand instead of Lily's soft delicate one. Even now, something yearned to go to the werewolf for comfort, yearned to go the wolf to beg forgiveness for falling in love with him. To beg forgiveness for being weird and suddenly liking boys instead of girls. For…anything.

"Sirius? You really don't have to if you don't want to?"

He shook his head again, suddenly realizing that everything he had been struggling was idiotic. Hadn't he heard tales of a guy and a girl being best friends and one of them suddenly, inexplicably falling in love with the other? Why couldn't it be the same for him and Remus?

"Remus," he whispered, forcing Lily to lean forward slightly to catch the name. He couldn't help but grin as he said the name, repeating it a second time a little louder for Lily. She smiled and squeezed his hand again.

"And does he…?" her voice trailed off, a hint of a sad note in it. Sirius puzzled on this but shook his head in answer.

"No. I haven't told him. It's not something that…I don't know Lily. It's weird," Sirius tugged her hand out of his and suddenly missed the small comfort.

"Love, like, lust…it's always weird Sirius," Lily murmured.

Sirius sighed, "Lily. Listen to me. I am in love with my best friend who hasn't a clue and fancies girls. How the bloody hell do you think I'm going to explain this to him? Maybe I shouldn't…"

"Don't do that! What if, on the off chance, he fancies you too? And neither of you ever say anything to each other about it. What a lovely relationship you two would've missed out on. Sirius, I think you should talk to him."

He looked up at Lily Evans and realized then also why James Potter adored the girl. She made so much sense. Sirius kissed her on the cheek softly.

"Thank you Lil," he murmured, "You're right." He slipped out of the broom closet, a little bit lighter. He certainly didn't catch the tear that stained Lily's cheek as she watched him walk away. She sighed. Life had gotten far more interesting at Hogwarts this year.