Chapter 2
Sirius hated his parents. No, he despised them. Absolutely despised Walburga and Orion Black. But, if it weren’t for them being his parents, maybe he would’ve never been here, staring at a boy, paying no mind to hundreds and hundreds of other people in between him and this mysterious boy. He wasn’t just any boy though. He was the most ethereal boy Sirius Black had ever laid eyes on. Sirius didn’t even know his name but he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with him. He wanted so badly for this boy to look back at him even if that look was full of hatred because at least he knew Sirius existed. It terrified Sirius for a moment. How a stranger who he didn’t even know the name of, who hadn’t ever glanced in his direction before, could hold Sirius’ heart in his palm and be trusted to not shatter it. But what was so terrifying about a boy who glowed like the moon?
Sirius Black would do anything for the moon. His moon. He would do anything for Moony. Moony? Moony. Yeah. Sirius Black would do anything for Moony.
Sirius turned to his brother leaning against the wall next to him only to see he was staring at the same place he was just looking at. Well, not the exact place. Regulus was staring at the boy who was talking to Moony.
When Sirius glanced back at Moony, he found him looking right back at him. Sirius just about collapsed right then and there. Without looking away, he addressed his brother, “Hey, Regulus?”
“Yeah?” Regulus replied, not taking his eyes off the boy next to Moony.
“Tall one’s mine,” Sirius said, nudging his head towards the stairwell, indicating for Moony to follow, before moving towards it.
“Fine by me.”
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Remus was truly the luckiest person in the world. How on earth did he manage to get the prettiest boy he had ever seen, the boy who shone like the brightest star in the night sky, to look right back at him? If you told Remus that the most wonderful boy had beckoned him over to under a stairwell at some posh party, Remus would have laughed in your face.
Remus spared a glance at his best friend who had stopped talking to him and was now eyeing the food table. James wouldn’t miss Remus for a couple minutes, right?
“Be right back, James,” Remus muttered.
“Sure, mate,” James replied back, already walking away, no doubtedly, to whatever it was that caught his eye.
Once Remus had weaved his way through hundreds of people and made it to the stairwell, his stomach did about a dozen flips just at the sight of the back of the boy’s dark hair tied up in a loose bun. Then, he turned around and oh God, was he pretty.
Remus opened his mouth to say something but the dark haired boy had crashed his lips onto Remus’. Remus kissed him back and tried to place his hands in his hair but the pin that was holding his dark hair up jabbed Remus’ finger.
“Ah,” Remus hissed, sucking the blood from his finger.
“Sorry,” The boy replied back, pulling the pin out and haphazardly tossing it to the floor with a clatter before bringing Remus’ hands down to snog him once more.
Remus’ hands made their way back up to the long inky black hair to tangle themselves in. The pair of boys never once broke apart for air.
Eventually, Remus had to go back but told the dark haired boy his number in hopes he would call him soon.
As Remus was making his way to the food table, James snuck up on him for the second time that night. He took one look at Remus’ dishevelled clothes and swollen lips before he broke out into a grin, “Had fun then?”
“Shut up,” Remus smiled despite himself.
“What’s his name?” James asked.
Remus’ eyes widened in realisation, “Oh Jesus Christ, not again,” He groaned as he buried his face in his hands.
James held back a laugh, “Don’t tell me you forgot to ask for their name for a third time. Remus, mate,” he sighed, clapping a hand on Remus’ shoulder, “I really am at a loss for words at the moment.” In all honesty, so was Remus. He always ended up forgetting or not asking the name of whoever he ran off with.
Remus groaned yet again, recalling the first two times he ran off with someone. The first person Remus kissed was a girl. It didn’t last that long because he immediately ran away after realising girls were just not it for him. The second time was with a boy he met at a party in year 10. Remus was pissed out of his mind and forgot the other boy’s name as soon as Remus woke up the next day.
“Did you at least give him your number?” James suppressed a laugh once more.
“Yeah, I told him my number,” Remus answered, removing his hands from his face.
“You told him your number?”
“Yeah, I told him my number,” Remus repeated.
“Mate, I don’t think he’s gonna remember your number unless you wrote it down somewhere,” James shook his head, actually laughing now.
Remus groaned for the third time, “Ugh I’m so fucking stupid.”
“That you are.”
“You’re supposed to make me feel better,” Remus glared at James.
“Nope. My job is to tell you the truth so you don’t do stupid things,” James said, walking Remus back outside.
“I hate you.”
“Nah, you love me,” James smiled, placing a fat smooch on Remus’ cheek.
“Geroff!” Remus exclaimed, swatting at James who was barking with laughter.
James began chasing Remus across the lawn making exaggerated kissy faces at him.
“Remus, what are you doing?” Lyall spoke, interrupting the two boys.
“Oh Lyall, they’re just kids. Let them have fun,” James’ dad came up behind Remus’ father.
“We will talk about this at home,” Lyall eyed Remus before walking away.
Thank God for Fleamont Potter. Remus was dreading what was waiting for him at home but nothing was worse than his father telling him off in front of James.
“So, what does the mystery man look like?” James asked, as soon as the two adults left.
“He has dark, wavy hair just above his shoulders,” Remus replied.
“That’s it?” James asked with a disappointed look on his face.
“Well, I couldn’t exactly see his eyes considering he kissed me as soon as I saw him close enough.”
“You really are hopeless, mate,” James shook his head, walking away.
“Well, it’s hardly my fault!” Remus wailed, trailing after his best friend.