He Loves Me. He Loves Me Not

Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
M/M
Multi
G
He Loves Me. He Loves Me Not
Summary
James and Peter have been betting on whether Remus and Sirius will ever get together. The problem? They’re both oblivious idiots who think the other is straight. (THIS IS MY FIRST FIC. THIS IS ALSO A MULTI POV FIC)
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Sirius Black's POV

It is a truth universally acknowledged that Sirius Black is devastatingly attractive.

I am the talk of Hogwarts, a heartthrob, a menace, and the undeniable life of the party. I could have anyone I wanted—witch, wizard, magical beast (probably). And yet. Yet.

Remus bloody Lupin.

The most frustrating, exasperating, utterly oblivious person to walk the earth.

See, I have a bit of a problem. A slight, barely noticeable, completely manageable problem . I am in love with my best friend.

And—Merlin smite me now—he has no bloody idea.

To make matters worse, James and Peter have started betting on when I’m going to do something about it. James thinks I’ll crack first. Peter thinks Remus will. I think I’ll die before either of us does anything remotely sane.

Because here’s the thing: Remus Lupin is the most attractive person I have ever met, and he doesn’t even know it. It’s infuriating. It’s illegal. He does that thing where he runs a hand through his hair while he’s reading, or he bites his lip when he’s concentrating, and I swear on Merlin’s frilly knickers I have never suffered like this before.

The worst part? He thinks I’m straight.

Actually, no. The worst part is I think he’s straight.

Which means I am suffering twice.

"You’re staring again," James mutters, flipping a page in his Transfiguration textbook without looking at me.

I snap my head up. "No, I’m not."

"You were practically writing poetry about his cheekbones."

"I was not—"

James hums, looking pointedly at the little torn-up bit of parchment in front of me. I glance down. The words” his eyes are like gold, burning through me, destroying me, Remus Lupin is a menace to my well-being” are very much visible in my own handwriting.

James smirks.

I shove the parchment in my mouth and eat it.

Peter snorts. Remus, still completely engrossed in his book, doesn’t even notice.

It’s not fair. It’s actually cruel. If I had any sense, I would move on, fall in love with someone normal, someone easy, someone who actually noticed me.

But, no. That would be logical. And I am Sirius Black.

I do nothing logically.

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