Past - In the previous chapter, they take their exams? Yeah I'm going to go with that.

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P.s I am quite aware that this chapter is shit and sounds unfinished but sadly, all the fucks I have to give for this story decided to go on holiday this week and I have yet to receive information as to when they are scheduled to return.

I lay strewn across an armchair, watching Remus as he paced the common room, pinching his lip and twiddling it between his thumb and forefinger. I knew he was nervous, we all knew he was nervous - he'd spent the whole night tossing and turning, constant slurs of worry dribbling from his half-concious mind. And in turn, I had spent the whole night worrying for him, the words 'I understand' no longer holding any surface against his troubles and his 'time of the month' growing ever nearer.

I lifted an arm from my stomach and limply brushed a finger against the back of his hand, gazing after him as he passed and eventually returned. Then, with a tug, I pulled his fair frame on top of me.

"Remmie, honey, relax," I said through a comforting smile, sliding my hands up his legs and kissing his neck. "How about we open up my results first? So that when we see yours you'll look like a fucking genius!"

"How in Merlin's name is that supposed to work?" he sighed, trapping my hands against his thighs for a moment before they one more broke free and travelled up to massage the groin of his trousers.

A faint shiver pulsed his body, drawing a grin to my lips.

"I don't know. But I was think that we have an hour and the dorm's empty, maybe we could-"

"No!"

"What? But I was going to say we could have a bit of a chat about what we want to do after Hogwarts - how we're going to meet up and the likes."

He raised an eyebrow and looked down to me with eyes of frightful disparaging, "No you weren't. You were going to say: 'and we haven't had a good, long shag in ages.' Sirius, I've know you for 7 years. You never want to talk about your feelings unless you're reaching a climax and shouting it in my ear, and you never want to talk about your plans unless it is for a decent prank."

"Okay, you got me," I chuckled, "but at least you agree. I'm a teenage man, Moons, and I have needs. Needs that should be fulfilled by the wonderful boyfriend that's sitting on top of me right now. I ordered a 5-star haute cuisine and you've just given me an out-of-date ready meal for one."

His head rested on my shoulder, creating a delicate veil between his face and mine, willing the occasional flicker of a smile to peep from between the swaying gaps. "So I'm out-of-date am I?"

"If it'll get me laid," I beamed, blowing kisses down his collar and watching as the hairs on his neck rose into faint spikes from his skin.

We sat in that position for a comfortable few minutes, waiting, wondering, listening to one another's soft breaths as they rippled down the surface of my shirt, before he seized his hair into a fist and awkwardly rose his head.

"My hair is way too long," he heaved, twisting his fingers along the lengths as I watched sunlight glitter over it and glare a flutter of warm golds to my eyes.

I simply laughed back at him, lifting his hands and swinging them cheerfully from side to side. Though he still seemed somewhat downtrodden, as if part of his mind were wandering elsewhere, as if he were lacking in some emotion, or overpowering sensation, which would relinquish his regular form. And, much to my dismay, he slipped from my grasp and resumed to pace the room wearing the same worn, torturing expression on his face, calling once more my eyes to rest their gaze upon him as he moved to and fro down some invisible line.

"Pacing isn't helping anything," I sighed, snatching him from the spot and holding him tight to me as to prevent him from escaping. "You might as well be sitting here keeping my lap warm and my hands busy. Remus, trust me, you'll be fine."

"And what if I fail?" He heaved, touching our noses and grazing his lips against mine for little more than moment.

"Then I'll take you in an support you for the rest of my life. Now shut up, stop worrying and kiss me properly."

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I traced Remus's footsteps back to dorm, pulling my hand behind myself as I rose the stairs, and feeling the faint tingle that spread the tips of my fingers. 'I'll see you tomorrow, or maybe at my funeral when I die a lonely tramp on the streets.' It still baffled me as to how his mind worked, how he could convert 3 Os, 1 E and 2 As into complete failure - he might as well have been a Japanese puzzle box for all I could get out of him.

I gave a faint rap on the dorm door and cautiously opened it, peering round to rest my eyes on his body as it sprawled across the floor, emitting wild groans and banging its head against the carpet.

"Rems, honey, please don't be like this, you did amazingly. If you're really worried we can kill my parents and you can live off me."

He shook his head, ruffling his hair into a giant mass, but otherwise stayed motionless.

"Look," I growled, heaving his corpse up by the shoulders and flipping him to face me, "I'm sick of this. You are going to sit up and appreciate the results you got because they are amazing!"

He merely gave me an ice-cold glower as if I were in the wrong, very much resembling that of a spoilt child, and continued to glower until I reached my wit's end and slapped him hard across the face, leaving a pale white hand mark on his cheek and a slightly startled looking expression on his face.

"What was that for?"

I flicked him a scrutinising look. "You done pissing about?"

"I think so," he chuckled, snuggling further into my chest and gracefully receiving my lips wherever I sought to place them.