II. (Kiss Me - Ed Sheeran)
Sirius’ lips chased away the dreams that night at the beginning of term their fifth year. Remus had missed Sirius way more than usual and, as was the norm, he had been unable to see him over the summer due to the rest of the Black family. The dreams had capitalized upon his longing and had presented him with scenarios that were far worse than what he was used to. Trying to distract himself from these dreams and the yearning he felt for Sirius, Remus had spent a lot of time at the Potter’s with James and Peter. But, no matter what he had done, Remus could not escape the desperate pull Sirius had on his heart. When he finally saw him on the Hogwarts’ Express, he was suddenly at a loss of what to do. The friends joked and laughed as usual all the way to Hogwarts, Remus stealing glances whenever he could. The rest of the evening was the same, the friends hanging out and up to the usual shenanigans, Remus taking quick glimpses of his friend. Sirius was acting the same as he normally did around his friends, no trace of evidence in his behavior that he had kissed Remus at the Winter Ball. In fact, they hadn’t spoken or made any sort of acknowledgment of their kiss since that night. Remus took his cue from Sirius and Sirius had gone on like it hadn’t happened. He didn’t see any reason Padfoot would change his behavior and so he continued on with the facade.
Remus was up late that night, even though classes hadn’t yet started. The obligatory Gryffindor party lasted until twelve, at which point the idiots still partying realized they had class the next morning and rushed to bed. It was one and Remus was still awake, crouched by the fire, scribbling notes from last year’s Transfiguration class onto a piece of parchment. He didn’t notice the boy in pajamas standing near the bottom of the staircase until Sirius spoke.
“You’re up late, Moony,” said Sirius, “has there been a change in the moon’s cycle I need to know about?”
Remus smiled. “No.” He finished the sentence and then rolled the parchment up into a neat scroll. He set it aside and noticed that his heart was beating a little faster. This was the first time he and Sirius had been alone together, truly alone together, since Sirius surprised him with the kiss at the Winter Ball.
“So… what classes are you taking?” Remus asked stupidly. The four friends had already discussed their choices in detail.
“The usual,” Sirius said with a wry smile, walking towards Remus. They made eye contact and something in Sirius’ eyes made Remus look away, although all he wanted to do was keep staring. He got up, and with a wave of his wand, sent his books and parchment whizzing up the stairs to his room. Remus could feel the tension in the air and sought to end it.
“Was your summer alright? I know your fami-” He turned around and found Sirius standing right next to him. Before he could finish his sentence, Sirius’ lips were on his. His hands crept up to cradle Remus’ face and Remus felt more alive than he had in days, in weeks, in months. All that mattered was that he kept kissing the boy in front of him and never let him go. However, there was one problem. Breathing.
Remus broke away gasping. Sirius was breathing heavily, too.
“Your summer was that bad, huh?” said Remus. Sirius let out his barking laugh.
“I missed you,” he said, one hand finding Remus’ jawline. A noise from one of the dormitories made the two boys look and Sirius dropped his hand.
“Do you wanna-” said Remus, leaving the question open-ended. Sirius raised his eyebrow and Remus blushed.
“You know,” said Sirius, “I used to tell the girls about the silencing charm I learned from one of the seventh years.”
“Were you ever actually into girls?” Remus asked. Sirius smiled but Remus couldn’t decipher if that meant ‘yes’ or ‘no.’ Regardless, they both set up the stairs and crept into the room with the plaque ‘fifth years’ on the door. The other boys were fast asleep but they still tiptoed over to Remus’ bed before Sirius whispered the incantation that would make sure no one else heard them. Sirius’ lips found Remus’ and they chased away any thought of sleep before the next day’s classes. He thought only of the warm tongue in his mouth and the hot hands on his body.
No dreams haunted him that night. The few hours of sleep he did get he got next to Sirius, limbs draped over each other and starlight hitting their faces through a crack in the curtains.