Chapter 1
There was no one to blame but himself, really. Lily told him to wear his cloak because ‘it’s cold Remus, you’ll get sick!’ And of course Remus didn’t listen to her because gods forbid he take care of himself for once.
Lily was right of course (there was rarely a time where she wasn’t), not only was it cold outside, it was wet too. And not the kind where you could ignore it if you tried, no, it was positively storming. The rain was coming down in thick, cold sheets, soaking anyone who dared come outside in a matter of minutes.
But even after realising he’d made a grave mistake in not wearing a cloak, Remus stubbornly chose to stay outside to support his friends as they played quidditch.
Or rather friend.
Of course Remus wanted to cheer on his fellow Gryffindors, but his main (read only) reason for continuing to freeze to death was a certain long haired boy on the team.
Even in the dreadful weather, Remus thought he looked as wonderful as ever.
His hair was pulled back into a bun, strands which were previously neatly pulled back now splayed messily across his forehead and the name ‘Black’ was stretched nicely across his shoulder blades.
At this point the game had been going on for over two hours and most of Hogwarts had already returned to the warmth of the castle. And anybody else left outside had enough sense to cast a warming charm. Remus however, was too engrossed in watching a certain boy to even remember that yes, there were in fact charms to keep you warm and ended up standing in the bleachers shivering for another hour or two until James finally caught the snitch, ending the game. He of course thought all his suffering in the cold was worth it when he saw his friend smile at the win. Even more so when Sirius turned that wonderful smile so it was directed at him specifically (Remus thought he might just die right there).
Of course now Remus was very much regretting his decisions, having been stuck in his bed for the past day. He’d woken up feeling miserable, his nose stuffy and head feeling like it was about to explode (similar to most of Peter’s potions). Remus had elected to stay in the dorm and as the day went on, he only became more and more delirious.
Remus groaned, burying his face into one of the many pillows the other boys had given him. He’d wanted to get some reading in, as it was rare that the dorm was this calm, but his pounding head was making it rather hard to focus and the words seemed to dance across the page any time he tried. Rolling over, Remus groaned again, scrubbing his hands down his face in exasperation.
‘Maybe I’ll just go to sleep’ he thought ‘Padfoot said he’d bring me lunch, and that won’t be for a while.’ Remus reasoned with himself, his heart fluttering at the thought of seeing Sirius. Remus closed his eyes, letting his mind wander, filled with thoughts of a certain silver eyed boy as dozed off.
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Sirius glanced up at the clock above Binns’ head. One more hour until he could see his Moony! Well, not actually ‘his’, but Sirius figured he could let himself dream just this once (not really once, almost everyday, actually). After all, there was no way Remus Lupin, his best friend, the most brilliant, brave, smart wizard that Sirius had met would like, let alone love him, Sirius Black, the boy who basically got disowned for being put in the ‘wrong house’ (gryffindor is positively wonderful, Sirius would have you know. Which really, wasn't helping with his family’s hatred of him). But Sirius considered himself lucky to even be friends with Remus, so he isn’t complaining much.
The seconds seem to tick by even slower than before, and Sirius groaned, dropping his head onto his desk with a dull thud. “What’s wrong, mate?” James asked, glancing away from the notes he was taking for their sick friend. Sirius merely groaned in response, not bothering to raise his head from its place on the desk.
“He misses his boyfriend~” Peter teased, looking up from where he’d been drawing on the table. “I do not!” Sirius exclaimed rather loudly, head shooting up from its spot on the table. He turned to glare at Peter before looking back down at the desk. “And he’s not my boyfriend” he said, significantly more quietly, now glaring at the table, seemingly sulking at the remembrance that Remus was in fact, not his boyfriend.
“But you want him to be,” James said, with a knowing smile, “and he’d be very happy to be as well.” Peter adds, a smile stretching across his face. “Both of you need to stop trying to get my hopes up.” Sirius hissed at them, “I already know he doesn’t love me like that.” He added, still glaring at his desk, seeming to not have noticed his slip-up.
“Love?”
Both boys echoed in unison. “You love him, Pads? And you never even told me?” James exclaimed, his eyes glowing brightly. “No I don’t! Shut up. The whole world doesn’t need to hear, you prick!” Sirius shushed his brother quickly. “But you said-” “Ok fine. Maybe I like him a bit more than I said,”
“A bit more?” Peter questioned, with a raised eyebrow “but,” Sirius continued, ignoring Peter’s comment, “I’m still not going to say anything to him.” He finished, turning away from his two friends and back to the front of the class.
“But mate-” James started, “no Prongs. Leave it alone. I already told you lot that I’m not telling him. He means too much to me. I can’t risk losing him over something as meaningless as my stupid feelings for him.” Sirius said, cutting James off with a finality in his voice, causing the other boys to drop it, but not without sharing a glance, planning to do something about their friend’s obliviousness.
For the next hour the three sat quietly, James continuing to take notes for Remus while Peter and Sirius mindlessly doodled on the desk. Finally, as the last few minutes of the lesson ticked by, the two boys made eye contact across their oblivious friend. James and Peter shared a subtle nod, indicating the start of their
plan: ‘Get Sirius and Remus’ heads out of their arses and kiss already.” Aka GSARHOOTAAKA. It was James’ idea, and Peter still thinks his simple name of ‘Wolfstar’ would’ve been better (and faster).
“Do you think Remus is all right?” James asked, glancing over at his brother to ensure his attention was now on his conversation. Predictably, Sirius had immediately snapped his head up at the mention of the werewolf, prompting James to continue. “You don’t reckon he’s gone and died while we’ve been in class, do you?”
Peter smirked slightly at James’ plan, “maybe one of us should go check on him, just to make sure he’s still breathing and stuff.” Peter suggested, eyeing Sirius who was now furrowing his brow in thought. James nudged him. “Padfoot, how ‘bout you go ensure that Moony is, in fact still alive while Wormy and I go fetch him some lunch from the kitchens?” he encourages, and Sirius seemed to perk up at the thought of seeing Remus even sooner. A grin slowly spread across his face as he nodded quickly in response.
As they begin to pack up their things, Sirius hummed a quiet tune, soft smile still on his face. And when the bell finally rang signalling the end of the period, Sirius practically flew out of the classroom, hardly hearing when his friends called after him. “Have fun Pads!” “But not too much fun!” But Sirius was too excited to see Remus to find it in himself to throw back a reply.
As Sirius ran away, his two friends turned to look at eachother. “‘Not in love’ my arse” Peter said fondly, then “we definitely aren't going up there for a while, are we Prongs?” “Nope. I reckon at least until after lunch’s over for sure.” James replied, as the two began to walk towards the great hall for lunch.