III. (You’re The One For Me - Delta Rae)
Seventh year was Remus’ favorite year at Hogwarts, even though he knew it shouldn’t be. Seventh year was the year that Remus and Sirius held hands in the seventh years' dorm room, and sometimes, in the Gryffindor common room.
Sirius had come out to his parents the summer break before sixth year. Remus wasn’t entirely sure why he'd done it, Sirius had known what would happen. The night he told his mother, he'd gotten the boot and had moved into the Potters' house with all of his stuff. Remus had offered to let Sirius stay at his house but had been turned down. James would be suspicious if Sirius didn't stay with him and he had yet to come out to anyone else. After the disaster with his parents, Remus didn't blame him.
It took a whole year for Sirius to come out to James. It was the summer before their seventh year and it had taken a lot of Remus convincing him that James wouldn't care before he and Remus walked into the Potters' living room and Sirius took Remus' hand and came out to James and his parents. Mr. and Mrs. Potter embraced both of them and made it clear that they had their support and that Sirius and Remus were always welcome at the Potters'. After a second, James got up and gave his best friend a hug.
“Thanks for telling me, mate,” he said.
Seventh year meant kisses in the dorm room and the common room when it was empty, smiles and winks in public that insinuated more in private. One of those private nights, during an interrupted makeout session (Sirius had forgotten to cast Silencio again), Remus told Sirius about his dreams.
“So, how am I going to die?” he asked, voice a little off.
“The dreams are never the same,” said Remus, “every night's a new death. I guess the most common is death by dementor or death by veil.”
“You know they're just dreams,” said Sirius.
“Yeah, but I've had them every night except for two since I fell for you.” Sirius adjusted his position on the bed.
“What two nights?” he asked.
“The time you kissed me at the Winter Ball our fourth year and the first night of our fifth year when you couldn't keep your hands off me,” said Remus. Sirius chuckled softly.
“I wonder if that'll work tonight,” he smiled.
Maybe it did. Maybe Sirius’ hands and lips kept the nightmares away. Or maybe it was the way he held Remus, as if he himself would take the dreams that night and protect Remus from their influence. That night, the dreams stayed away and Remus fell into Sirius’ arms, held a little tighter than usual. He woke the next morning, face pressed against Sirius’ chest and held close by his arms.