Remus watched from the faded crimson sofa. Peering over his History of Magic textbook, he saw Sirius and Mary MacDonald snogging. Quite passionately too, it was obvious from Remus's angle that Mary's bra was undone, but, her blouse was still on, thankfully. Well, do now it was. No doubt soon they'd run up to the dorms flushed in the faces and perform a few silencing charms.
Why did it hurt this much?
I don't fancy Sirius. He thought. I don't.
His heart didn't skip a beat when he looked at him, or when they brushed hands.
His head most certainly wasn't full of thoughts of Sirius despite the task he was doing at any given time.
He positively wouldn't want to see him at the altar.
He doesn't believe in love.
He wouldn't jump in front of a bullet for him.
He doesn't want to snog him.
His world didn't revolve around him.
And Sirius most certainly didn't invade his dreams most nights.
Liar. Remus thought.
Then, Mary and Sirius, both red in the faces with a devilish expression that was only ever seen on turned on teenagers, ran out of the Common Room, most likely to find a nice cosy broom cupboard somewhere.
Shit.
Remus had been lying to himself for quite some time.