A/N: Began: 2/17/13 End:

Oh lawdy I can't stop typing. It's an infectious disease. I'm really, truly excited for this story. Typing it is fun! I swear to god this will be the last third year chapter. Next chapter: Forth year madness! Which will be fun, because it's around forth year that hormones really start… er… I mean, don't read Lycanthrope Romps. Terrible book.

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Sirius Black had decided that the deserted hallway he had been left in was the perfect place to sort everything out. He had come up with a list in his mind that 1) Remus had kissed him because 2) he was the chocolate in that 3) terrible metaphor. And this caused 4) Sirius to question his own thoughts and feels for 5) his best mate. The mental list looked a little something like this:

Kiss

Chocolate

Metaphor

Questions

Best Mate

Really, the list did nothing to help sort the abstract thoughts. It was like everything was jumping in his head and insane. Yet he didn't really stop the kiss, did he? At least, he didn't stop it for three or four seconds. For three or four seconds he sat in stunned disbelief, and his heart skipped a little. His toes got tingly and the rest of his body was hot, yet cool at the same time. He realized that was his first kiss. He'd only really kissed girls on the cheek before; this was full on lip-to-lip.

Oh god…

"My first kiss was with my best mate!?" he screamed. One of the portraits on the wall looked down at him and snorted, it was an old stuffy man in a powdered wig.

"Sounds like you got yourself in a right strange mess."

Sirius looked up at it and stuck out his lower lip. "Well I didn't see it coming…"

"But it came anyway, and really, you didn't see it coming? How thick are you, boy?" The portrait asked.

"I-I… oh shut up! You're nothing but paint and canvas!" Sirius flipped off the picture. "I just never pinned Remus down as someone who was irresistible to my charm and good looks, is all."

"Well, it has to be that. Lord knows it wasn't you personality."

"Hey! Come say that to my face, you nasty git!" Sirius held up a fist. The portrait only laughed.

"Yes, boy. Hit a painting. That'll show the world."

Sirius growled, putting down his fist.

"I don't know what to do." Sirius pinched the bridge of his nose and looked down "Just- ugh. I'm very confused."

"Do you like him?" The painting asked.

"He's a very good fri-"

"Not what I asked, do you like him?"

"…More than I thought?"

The painting sighed, throwing up his hands. "What's the problem then?"

"The problem is that it's Remus." Sirius said, looking up. "And that scares me. It scares me very much."

"Love is quite scary, isn't it, dear boy?"

"Not love! Liking a lot…"

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"Not love! Liking a lot!" Remus protested.

"Fine, fine. Then you'll say 'Sirius Black, I like you a lot. Come with me to the stupid party and give me a chance.' Then he'll be so overcome by your words, he'll have to." James sat on his bed, reading a quidditch magazine and watching Remus go through his alarming number of suits and ties. It was a mystery what the messy haired boy did with all the fine garments.

"You know nothing about this kind of stuff." Remus held up a sleek maroon suit and a velvet black suit. "Which one?"

"Maroon, the velvet would eat you up; make your skin all blotchy." James barely looked up from his magazine. "Trust me on this. I'm a genius when it comes to finer wear."

"…how?"

"Don't ask questions. Try on the maroon."

Remus sighed and obeyed, trying on the suit. He looked down at himself and crinkled his nose.

"I look like a red string bean." He muttered. James got up and walked around the lycanthrope, looking him up and down.

"It's not that bad, a little tweaks here and there. That's all we really need." James pushed up his glasses. "Nothing I can't handle. I'll have you ready for this stupid party before you'll know it. And then you can dash into your Prince Charming's arms and the both of you will snog until the world burns over, and—"

"I beg of you James, stop there." Remus pleaded. James looked at the scars on Remus' face.

"How'd you really get those? I mean, now that you're basically an open book, I'm sure it's safe to tell the truth about them."

Remus looked down, touching his face. "Um… are you ready for surprise number two?"

"If it's another gay revelation, then just tell me a lie."

"It isn't! Ass…"

James smirked. "Kidding! Geez, you're like Lily on her time of the month. Extra feisty, how I like her."

"Your turn to shut up!" Remus shouted. James went back to fixing the suit up. "Okay… the scars… ever hear of the shrieking shack?"

"Yeah, down at Hogsmeade. Want to try and break in sometime, see if it's really all that haunted. What about it?" James walked over to his chest and pulled out a black tie.

"Well… it isn't haunted, I can tell you that. There happens to be a werewolf in there. A very volatile one, at that."

"How do you know? Ever met him?" James straightened the tie and stood back, whistling. "Wow, Remus. I must say. Even I would turn gay for you. Ahh! Don't you throw a book at me! I was kidding!"

"Right, well that werewolf and I are close… very close. Kind of… I am that werewolf close. Honestly, why are you taking this casually!?" Remus saw James nodding patiently while looking up at him, not freaking out completely.

"Because I couldn't give less of a damn about it, Lupin. Really, I mean it. I've always wanted a werewolf for a best mate." James picked up his magazine. "Really just thought you were some boring book head, at first. Finally something cool about you."

"I am plenty cool!"

"Ha, don't be stupid." James, the cool one, rolled his eyes.

"I'm not being stupid!"

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"I'm not being stupid, am I?" Sirius looked up at the painting. "I mean, it's not like he's unattractive. Looks kind of girly anyway. But I like girls too. That's the thing. It's like I like girls… and I also like Remus. Does that make any sense at all?"

The painting groaned. "Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!" it begged. "I swear to god, one more word about your school boy crush and I'll run out of this canvas and never speak to you again."

Sirius hummed, disappointed. "Well that's harsh." Sirius cupped his chin in his hand.

"Maybe, what I'm trying to say…"

Remus turned to James, back at the dorms. "I guess what I'm trying to say here is…"

Sirius blinked "Is that that stupid kiss meant way more than it should have to me…"

Remus, "That stupid boy means way more to me than he should."

Sirius, "I have no idea why I even pushed him away."

Remus, "I have no idea why I can't keep my mind off him."

Sirius looked over at the painting, "You know, if that makes any sense at all." But the man in the powdered wig stayed true to his threat, he was gone. "ASS!" Sirius yelled.

Remus blinked, straightening his tie one final time. James nodded, giving him thumbs up, and Remus smiled, walking out of the dorm to find Sirius Black.

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Sirius made his way back to the Gryffindor Common Rooms, only to run into a suit clad Remus Lupin.

"Remus, I got something to—"

"No wait me first." The Lycanthrope insisted. He swallowed, looking at Sirius. "I… um… Really like you and it would… can you…" Sirius leaned forward.

"Spit it out, already." He demanded.

"Oh dear… um, well, Sirius Black, go to the party with me!" he practically yelled in the rebels face. Sirius blinked, stepping back a little.

"Okay? Stop shouting…" he said calmly. Remus rubbed the back of his head.

"Really?"

"Yeah, I mean… you asked, right?" Remus laughed, beaming. That was surprisingly easy.

"Remus, is this a date?" Sirius asked.

"I suppose so…"

"Good." Sirius grabbed the lycanthrope's hand and walked into the common rooms with him. "I do ask you to wait though; I need to freshen up a bit."

"That's fine." Remus looked down at his hand. "Perfectly… perfect."

Remus waited down in the common room for Sirius, whistling a little. He was getting many weird stares from the other people, still prepping for the party. The werewolf just smiled, not really caring by that point. Sirius Black. On a date. With him. His mind racing, swimming in thoughts. This was incredible. It was unreal. James snuck up beside him.

"Well?" James said. Remus jumped out of his skin.

"God dammit, James! Why would you do that?" Remus glared at him. James smiled.

"Do what?"

"Just… nothing." Remus grumbled. "It's fine, great actually. Amazing. Now you can leave."

"Not so fast! Dinner is in five minutes; don't tell me you didn't think about taking your date to a feast."

Remus rolled his eyes. "Of course I thought about that. It's all in my head James, really. I know what I'm doing."

James scoffed. "Mr. I Never Dated here thinks he knows what he's doing." He looked over at a passing second year. "Crazy right?"

"You never dated either!"

"Yet I have a shocking amount of experience."

"You really don't!"

James ran a hand through his hair. "Says you. Do you have a gift?"

Remus stayed silent.

"Not even a flower? MERLIN!" James pulled a box of chocolates from his robe. Why he had it, was a mystery, as was how he managed to keep them from Remus. "You are lucky I pack for emergencies."

"James, what…"

"SILEINCE, DADDY IS WORKING!" James grabbed some red and yellow rose from party decorations and gave them to Remus, who kind of just stood there and let neurotic James plan this silly date.

"You might be the number one supporter of me and Sirius. It's a little weird." Remus smelled the flowers. "Are you even allowed to take these?"

"Daddy said silence." The black haired boy slapped Remus' hand down, not letting him stick his nose in the flowers "You'll wilt them, stop it."

"Stop calling yourself daddy!"

"Daddy can call himself whatever he wants to call himself!"

"Talking in third person is worse! You sound like the thickest idiot here, mainly because you ARE the thickest idiot here."

James grabbed Remus by the jack, prepared to strike; Remus tossed the flowers aside and clenched his fists. They were just about to fight when Sirius came down from the dorms.

"What…" Sirius looked between the two. Remus looked at him and pushed James off him, grabbing the flowers and chocolates and facing Sirius, laughing awkwardly. Sirius looked over at James, who grinned and waved. "…Are you idiots doing?"

"Practicing for a proforma-"

"Starting a fight clu-"

James and Remus glared at each other. Sirius sighed.

"Right, well when you're all done acting like monkeys. I'm hungry and technically on a date."

"Right! I guess we can eat and then… what the hell can we do on the campus?" Remus bit his lip. "Oh dear…"

Despite no one thinking this through at all, the two boys went down to the Great Hall (James wanted to come with, but they sat as far away from him as possible) and talked a lot during the feast.

"So about how long ago?" Sirius asked.

"How long ago what?" Remus put down his fork and raised a brow.

"How long ago did you realize you were totally and completely infatuated with my stunningly perfect face?" Sirius smirked. Remus snorted a little into his napkin and looked up.

"I-I'm sorry?" they were both now getting sidelong looks from their peers. Sirius took a sip of his pumpkin juice.

"A month ago? Year ago? When was it?"

"Uh… I suppose there was this one time months back, I was…" Remus decided not to tell the rebel about his daydream. "Looking… into your… eyes?"

"You're so romantic." Sirius deadpanned. "Nice cover up, jerk. Wanna sneak out of here? We already know Gryffindor won."

Remus looked around, he was well done with dinner anyway… he never snuck out of anything before. "Uh… okay…" Sneaking out with your date… alone… okay. Sirius took notice of his slight blush.

"You're cute when you're flustered. Come on, let's get out of here." Sirius slipped from his seat and darted out of the hall, Remus followed suit, if not slightly hesitantly.

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The two boys walked out of the castle hand in hand, and because everyone was at the feast, no one stopped them once. Sirius plopped on the ground never to the lake and motioned for Remus to do the same. Remus sat down beside him and looked sideways. There were no stars out, and the moon was covered by clouds. It was pretty dark out without any moonlight.

"Um… Siri?"

"Yeah?"

"When did you… start liking me?" Remus had to admit to himself, he was expecting this to be some elaborate prank set on by James and Sirius. Sirius sighed and turned to face the lycanthrope.

"I suppose after the kiss… I had a conversation with a, um, I guess he's a friend. Looked pretty mad talking to him, in retrospect. No one really talks to the portraits on the wall. But they make for okay company."

"Wait, what?"

"Ugh, read the book sometime. Anyway, I talked to a portrait, who gave me no advice whatsoever, which was good. Because then I figured it out for myself that I maybe kinda really like you?" Sirius looked up at Remus expectantly, as if to ask him if that made any sense at all. Remus nodded.

"So… in the end, suddenly kissing you like a thick-headed madman was good?"

"Pretty much."

Remus laughed shortly, and he was so worried… "I had a dream where you made out with me during breakfast." He blurted out. Sirius grinned.

"I knew your self-realization tale was better than something as stupid as staring deeply into my eyes! Really, that's quite a stupid sentiment. Eyes! Why is it they they're the windows to the soul? Maybe the soul doesn't have windows. I think that it's behind a locked door and you need the right person to unlock it, you know? Because a window, well, everything could see through that. And if everyone could see a soul, everyone would know the good and the bad in everyone." Sirius' eyes got wider as he talked, as if he was having some sort of philosophical breakthrough. "I mean, if there was a window to peoples souls, more people would see the awesome in you… I guess."

Remus blinked and smiled. "Yeah… I guess." The lycanthrope rested his head on the rebel's shoulder. "Hi."

"Hi."

"Is this really a date?"

"I think so."

"Okay."

Remus kissed Sirius' cheek softly and snuggled against him. Sirius looked down and blinked.

"Hold on though, we already know you're awesome…"

Remus shrugged. "I'm not all that great…"

"You're nice to just about everyone, the only one of us able to get on Lily's good side, secretly a werewolf, and even though you're always out sick, you still manage good grades. You're pretty awesome."

"…I suppose…"

"Anyway, we already know you're awesome, so why DO you like me? I'm nothing compared to you, just some privalleged pure blood who hates his life and feels the need to show authority how much it sucks."

"Well… maybe that's why I like you, Black." Remus said.

"Yeah, right. Now you can tell me the truth."

Remus sighed. "I'm sure why yet, but there's a list… it's in my head. Your hair is nice, and um… I like your sense of humor. I can laugh at all your jokes. And the way you're naturally easy to talk to. Like, um, I don't know… you just get me? There's a lot more, but I lost track. I guess it doesn't matter that much though, I just like you a lot, is all."

Sirius blushed a little. "My turn." He whispered.

"Your turn wha-" Sirius cut him off, locking lips with him. Remus blinked his eyes closed and kissed back.

A/N: AWWWWWWWWWWWWWW MYYYYYYYYYYYYY GAWWWWWWWWWDDDDD.

So freaking cute! Wolfstar is cute. This entire chapter is… wow… piece of junk! IY I CAN'T DO DATE SCENES.