"I solemnly swear I am up to no good."

The words hovered as a whispered caress upon the still air of the dormitory. Sirius stared at the black etchings that snaked across the parchment, his face illuminated only by the glow of a solitary candle, his forefinger coming to rest above the Library. At the opposite end of the room James mumbled in his sleep, twisting his dark head upon the pillow, but did not reach consciousness. Sirius grinned, hearing Lily Evans' name among the jumbled mutterings, before standing in a fluid movement. He picked his way through the assorted debris that surrounded his bed, kicking aside a pile of socks that had been missing their counterparts for almost a year.

He could see little in the deep shadows of the Library, but extinguished the guttering flame, letting the night steal over him. He found Remus seated in the window, face bright and fragile in the light of the moon.

"We seem to inhabit the unsociable hours." Sirius kept his distance, balancing an elbow on the shelf behind him.

"It's been my lot in life for quite some time now," Remus sat with his legs folded, studying his hands clasped in his lap. "What with my little secret."

"We all have secrets."

"Some more deadly than others."

"Some more incredible than others."

"Are you thinking about her again?" Sirius didn't answer. Remus shut his eyes momentarily, lines creasing his forehead before looking up. "I still haven't guessed who she is."

"Why would you be wondering?"

"Curiosity." There was a pause, a tangible tension, "Are you going to tell her?"

"I haven't decided." Sirius fidgeted for a moment, before crossing the floor to sit beside Remus. He sat with his back to the wall; an arm causally hooked around one knee, his profile filled with a diffident dignity in repose.

"I, I hope it all turns out right for you."

"No."

"What?"

"I won't tell them. I can't. There's no chance," Their eyes met, light and dark and he faltered, blinked, cleared his throat before looking away, "It would never happen."

"How do you know?"

"You wouldn't say that if you knew who it was." The vulnerability in his tone, open, alien and raw, caused Remus to glance at his friend again. The glance became something more prolonged, as if he were able to understand what he was seeing in the black depths of the other's eyes. A slow, inevitable comprehension dawned on his silvery features as Sirius looked on, helplessly.

"Not a girl."

"No."

"Not a stranger."

"No."

Silence. The books held their breath, and beyond the window trees paused in the wind as the stars leaned closer in icy contemplation.

"Please, Remus, I'm sorry. Can we still be friends?"

"We could," He cast his gaze downwards, biting back a smile, "But I just want to..." He leaned forward as he had been aching too, and placed his forehead against Sirius', looking into his eyes without hiding. Sirius raised one black eyebrow, before tipping his chin and touching his lips to Remus'. He began to move away but Remus moved with him, one hand going to the fine line of his jaw, the other pulling Sirius back towards him.

"I chose to be your friend, but falling in love with you was beyond my control." He whispered eventually, unfolding his legs from the seat, and standing. "I'll see you later Padfoot." He turned and left quietly, the door closing with a sigh.

Sirius remained at the window, one hand at his lips, before pulling the Marauder's Map from his pocket and tapping it once with his wand, a warm smile spilling uncontrollably over his features.

"Mischief managed."

A/n – Well I surprised myself in updating this so quickly. I really hope you liked it; it's certainly given me some more Remus/Sirius ideas.

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