Chapter Twenty-Six;

Severus stood in silence, staring at the grounded to digest everything Sirius had said. He frowned when he heard the bedroom door close, rubbing his eyes and huffing out a sigh before turning on his heel and getting ready for the day.

Sirius walked down the corridor, a frown on his face, mentally scolding himself the whole journey until he reached his corridors to put on a pair of black jeans and a black button-up shirt, not caring for a robe, as it isn't really necessary for a teacher to a robe on, especially during break. When he began walking to the Great Hall for breakfast, he was already gone in his thoughts. 'You idiot… you gave him permission to avoid you. Of course he is going to avoid you! What the hell is wrong with you? 'If you want to avoid me I'll make it easier' that is what you said – or something along those lines. What the hell!' he thought to himself, chewing on his bottom lip. He had no clue what he was going to do if Severus began to avoid him once again.

When he walked into the Great Hall through the students entrance, he looked around and saw no sign of Severus but every other professor and everyone from the bar last night, they all gave him a dirty look and then turn their gazes back to others continuing their conversation after he noticed a silence had fell when he entered. Remus signaled him over at the end of the table and he leaped to the opportunity, taking a seat next to him and piling food onto his plate. He nibbled at his food in silence, listening to the conversations around him, none of them irrelevant to him – which he was happy for. Remus nudged him, Sirius' gaze lifting from his plate to look at Remus' concerned expression which practically screamed 'Well what happened!' He gave a quick shrug, turning back to his plate, he knew he'd be hounded – he chuckled at the pun – later.

And so they did, after breakfast Remus practically dragged Sirius without looking suspicious to his chambers, directing him ever so nicely to sit in an arm-chair. "So, what happened?" Remus asked as he took the opposite armchair.

"Why must you assume something hap-" Sirius began.

"- Because I know you. Something always happens," Remus interrupted.

"He was drunk last night, you know that?" Sirius asked.

"Yes, he had about three and a half glasses; I figured he'd be a bit tipsy."

"A bit is an understatement, he was plowed."

"Okay, so he can't hold his alcohol, and then?"

"And then I took him back to his chambers, and he was slurring his word, and said that he got drunk while waiting for me to give him attention. What the hell, Moony? Why didn't he just signal he was there, I would've stopped dancing and coddled him."

"No point in wishing to change the past – now what happened in the chambers? Did he yell?"

"No… he was…" Sirius began, looking up at Remus, hoping he'd understand by the look in his eye.

Remus stared for a moment and groaned. "Oh god, he's a slutty drunk, isn't he?" Remus enunciated his facial expression turning from shock to amusement in a matter of seconds, then covering his mouth to stifle back a laugh.

"It's not funny, Remus!" Sirius yelled, leaning back in the chair and sighing.

Remus bit his bottom lip, nodding his head. "Yeah… no, not- not funny at all…" Remus said in between escaped chuckles.

Sirius gave a firm glare, and Remus straightened himself up, letting out a breath, then gesturing for Sirius to continue. "Right… well, then… we started kissi-"

"Sirius, he was drunk."

"It was just kissing, Moony!"

"Then it turned to something more, hmmm?"

"No… kind of… it's not like we did it!"

"You're just like a child, Sirius. Honestly, third base, right?" Remus asked, drumming his fingers on the arm of the chair.

Sirius quirked his eyebrow, 'Third base?' he thought to himself, he really needed to keep up with these muggle terms. "Yeah, I guess."

"Ah."

"Ah?"

"Ah."

Sirius groaned, "Say something other than ah!"

"Why? You already know it was wrong, you've probably been beating yourself up over it, so why must I say anything?" Remus asked.

"Tell me what to do…" Sirius said, his body slumping back into the chair.

"I'd say you let him cool off – since I figured he's angry – then apologize your arse off?" Remus suggested.

Sirius sighed, "Yeah, okay… Thanks, Moony. I'm going to go plan out some lessons for when school comes back into order, I guess. I'll catch you later, Wolffie."

Remus chuckled at the nickname, nodding his head and watching his friend leave through the door.

And Sirius did just that, he went to his office and began planning out the next lesson plans, and before he knew it, he became consumed in his work. By the time he glanced up at the clock, he widened his eyes – 'I've been here for Eleven hours? What the hell?' he thought, a bit shocked glancing down at all the work he had done. He had the next at least two months of classes planned out. "Bloody hell…" he cursed, pushing himself out of the chair he occupied, his legs a bit wobbly from loss of blood in them as he was sitting so long. He grabbed a cloak off the back of the chair and put it on, walking towards the Great Hall as it was a bit past 8:30PM which meant it was time for dinner and he was a bit late.

When he walked in through the Professor's entrance this time, he frowned as he saw Severus' seat was once again empty. He walked down to the opposite end of the table, taking his seat next to Remus. "Was he here for lu-" he never got to finish his question before Remus shook his head.

"Albus said he told his house elf to serve his meals in his chambers" Remus stated, finishing up his plate.

Sirius nodded his head and began eating in silence.

After dinner, Sirius went straight back to his chambers and laid on his bed in silence, he knew he wasn't going to get any sleep until Severus decided to see him, and that's just what he was going to let happen – he wasn't going to go after Severus, he wanted Severus to know when he needed time, Sirius can and will back off. He closed his eyes to rest them, mentally chanting over and over in his head what an idiot he was.