15.2
Feelings Told True-
I wake up late in the morning because there aren't any classes today. I follow my morning routine without a single thought. I only mentally wake up when it comes to picking out what to wear. I go the safe route and pick a green jumper, pressed black jeans, and dark green Converse. I'm out of the door once I pick up my bag and the book that was placed on my desk from the night before.
My pace is slow as I walk to the third floor. I pass by multiple groups of students who are enjoying their Saturday. I don't have to think about where I'm going; my feet already know where to go. So I took my phone from my pocket and started scrolling through the photos Elle uploaded to my Instagram account yesterday. I only see the pictures after she edits and uploads them to my account once they are public. I scroll through, seeing myself in front of the stained glass art that is in The Room. Many comments ask where the photos were taken, but I ignore them.
I open the door to The Room without looking up. I step in and nearly fall on my face when I realize what I walked into. I see Sirius and Remus connected to each other by the lips before they separate from each other, backing away from each other and ending up on opposite ends of the couch. We blink at each other in silence.
"Cat's out the bag." Sirius' girn is smug as he says the pun. Whether it was on purpose or not is unclear. Remus leans on the back of the couch before looking back at me and watching as I set my bag on the floor and settle on the armchair beside him.
"We should have known this would happen." Comes from Remus' mouth. Sirus and I look at each other and nod. "Our lips have explored each other's separately."
"So what should we do now?" I ask this in the silence between us after Remus' words. I watch Remus pursed his lips while Sirius explores the room with his eyes, never settling on one thing too long. Silence falls on us before Remus rises from his seat. I watch him round the table and walk towards the shelves. He reaches for Jo's laptop and unplugs it. Bringing it back to the couch. He falls back onto the sofa beside Sirius before looking towards me.
"Don't be shy now," Remus pats the couch beside him. Come over here." It doesn't take too much convincing for me to take a seat beside him on the plush black couch. He opened the laptop on his lap, and we started to scroll through movies, but none of us agreed on what to watch first.
Sirius wants Fight Club, Remus wants Black Swan, and I want to watch 28 days later. We end up watching whatever Remus wants in the end. I can feel Remus guiding me to sit closer to him; I can see him doing the same with Sirius as well. Sneaky one he is.
It's at the end of the movie when we are looking for something else to watch, that I pop the question that's been on my mind the entire time—really since this whole hangout started.
"What are we doing?" Such a simple question, but it could either break what we have or bring us even closer. "Is all this casual, or am I right to assume that we're closer than that?" They still, neither of them saying a thing.
It's Remus who speaks first. "I've been waiting for one of you to ask this." He starts. "I have feelings deeper than that of a friend for both of you. I like you both in the same and different ways simultaneously." It's silent after he speaks. Both of us waiting for Sirius to add to the conversation. It takes a beat of tense silence before he finally does so.
"I-I think I would like to be both of yours." His words are slow, as if he is still figuring out his feelings. For a headstrong and risk-taker, this is different. This is territory that he has never been in before. Both he and I have never truly put ourselves into a relationship before. This is going to take getting used to being emotionally open.
"You two don't know just how long I have been waiting for you two to play catch up." He grins at us knowingly. "I've known about my own feelings for years. What about you two?"
"A few months," I speak first. We then turn to Sirius, who is staring hard at the wall opposite him.
"A couple of weeks." We both look at Sirius with surprise. I thought he would have known for much longer, though he was never in tune with his feelings as a kid, so I shouldn't be surprised.
"So where do we go from here?" I ask the big question. Either we get together and keep it a secret for however long, or we get together publicly. I mean, I "broke" up with Adelaide for this exact reason.
"Do we tell anyone?" Remus closes the laptop to pause the movie
"I don't know." I return. "Other than our friends, who would need to know?"
"Our regular hookups?" Sirius asks, aiming this at me and me only. I guess Remus doesn't do casual hookups.
"Eh, I don't have any people I see that regularly who would need to know." I shoot back at the Black boy.
"So does that mean we don't need to tell anyone? Because at this point, we need to understand everything better than this before we tell our friends." Remus is the voice of reason in this. Both me and Sirius agree with the tan boy before continuing to watch more movies cuddled up together.
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Over the next few weeks, Sirius, Remus, and I spend more and more time together without our other friends. To the point that Elle asked if I didn't like them anymore. After reassuring her that I still cared for her deeply, we continued to see each other. Anything from studying together in the library and late nights in the Astronomy Tower to spending time together just talking in The Room.
Even other people had started to take notice. I have seen multiple comments on my Instagram asking if I and the boys were dating. Of course, I ignored them while letting them linger on my photos. Now, the whispers that follow me no longer talk about how Adelaide and I broke up but about my relationship with the two boys. The other boys have also experienced this, and we have talked about dealing with it without revealing anything before we want to.
One time at breakfast, a group of what had to be third years approached me and my girls just to ask me bluntly if I was dating one of the boys. I blankly told them no and that I was merely friends with the two Gryffindors. No one seems to be all that convinced, however.
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