The Ring Pt. 1
Remus:
Remus was never a fan of parties, especially ones with loud, drunk, magical teens, but here he was anyway. Gryffindor just won their first match against Slytherin this season and everyone was excited, even Lily was drinking. His friends have been planning this party for weeks. So Remus sat with his knees against his chest in the windowsill watching the party through the reflection in the glass. Remus stared at the glass and watched the boy with long black curls jump along to the music with his friends. If it wasn’t for Sirius Remus would have gone back upstairs. However, he would never miss an opportunity to watch Sirius be genuinely happy. Remus has spent most of the party doing just that. Remus looked down at his half-finished cup of butter beer and ran his finger along the rim. He could go to his dorm, all of his friends were too drunk to notice his disappearance. Remus looked back up at the window to see the black-haired boy approaching him.
“Remus,” Sirius said, stretching out his name and plopping down across for him.
“Yes?” asked Remus, looking over at Sirius with a slight smile.
“I just wanted to talk to you,” giggled out Sirius.
“Okay, what do you want to talk about?”
“You,” Sirius said, smiling up at Remus.
“Me? What about me?” asked Remus with a slight laugh. Feeling the smile on his face grow with every word Sirius said.
“You're really pretty,” Sirius said with a soft sigh.
“And you’re drunk,” Remus said, his smile dropping. Sirius always flirted with Remus when he got drunk. Well, Sirius flirted with everyone when he was drunk. But, it was always more domestic when it was with him. Every time it happened Remus’s heart broke a bit. He wanted more than anything for Sirius's words to be real, but he knew better. Sirius was just a drunk boy saying words.
“So what if I’m drunk? You’re still pretty,” Sirius said, fidgeting with the rings on his fingers. Remus wanted to take Sirius's hands in his own to stop the fidgeting, but he knew better.
“And talented. And smart. And cool,” Sirius rambled on compliments.
“Sirius, that’s really sweet, but you’re drunk. You don’t even know what you are saying,” Remus said, looking back into the glass.
“Why don’t you believe me,” Sirius said, looking at Remus in the glass. Remus saw tears start to swell in Sirius’s eyes.
“Sirius, please”
“No, Remus. Listen to me, please. I like you a lot. You’re so amazing, even though you don’t see it. I think you are absolutely stunning.”
“Sirius, please”
“I just want you to know how amazing you are and how much you mean to me. Which is why I want to give you this.” Sirius said, removing a ring from his hand and handing it over to Remus.
“I can’t take that”
“Yes you can,” Sirius responded, shoving the ring into Remus’ hand.
“Sirius, I can’t keep it. Besides, you’re not going to remember any of this tomorrow.”
“Please, Remus. I’ll remember. Just keep the ring”
“No, I can’t”
“Please,” Sirius said with his usually drunk whininess.
“Fine,” Remus said, enclosing the ring in his hand. He always ends up giving in to Sirius when he’s like that.
“Sirius! Come back and dance with me,” Mary yelled, her drink sloshing out of the cup. Remus watched Sirius hoping that he would choose to stay with him. A pang of disappointment struck him as Sirius got up and made his way back to Mary, leaving Remus in the windowsill alone. Remus turned the ring Sirius gave him over in his hand looking at the constellation of the Sirius star that was engraved in the silver ring. Knowing Sirius, it was a real silver ring, yet for some reason, it didn’t burn him. Remus slipped the ring on each of his fingers until he found one that it fit on. Remus looked up at the glass again trying to catch a glimpse of Sirius. He saw the black-haired boy back on the dance floor with Mary. He watched as his smile spread across his face. He watched as Sirius leaned in and kissed Mary. Remus felt his breath hitch for a moment and felt the world stop. Confessions from a drunk boy never ended well.