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Around ten o’clock, long after Ron had left and Harry had gone to sleep, Remus and Sirius headed off to bed. Sirius’ day had been long, but relaxing. He spent the day tanning and laying on the beach about a thirty minute walk away. It was the first time he’d swam in twelve years – very long overdue. He’d missed it quite a bit. The stretch of beach he lounged on was quite empty. He only came across one Muggle walking his dog the entire time.
The beach calmed him. The waves cracking over his bare feet felt wonderful and the hot sand under his legs while he sat was comforting. The only thing that could have made his trip better was Remus being there. Remus absolutely hated going swimming. Sirius knew quite well how uncomfortable in his own skin Remus was and how he’d probably be miserable at the beach, but that didn’t stop Sirius from longing for his company.
Before they went to sleep, Sirius had a topic he wanted to address with Remus.
“Moony, love, something happened today I think we should talk about.” He turned on his side towards the other man. They were both in pajamas, quite comfortably so.
“What’s wrong?” Remus’ brow furrowed, making his look years older than he actually was.
“Well, today I overheard Ron and Harry speaking. Harry confided in Ron about… us. The nature of our relationship. He sounded confused.”
“Confused how?” Remus, intrigued, also turned to face Sirius.
“He seems to think, and don’t laugh, that we sleep in the same bed because we are so poor that we can’t afford another bed.”
Remus howled out in laughter. “You’re – you’re joking!” He got out between laughs.
“I’m not!” Sirius laughed along too.
“That’s rich! No wonder he isn’t a Ravenclaw, he’s extremely unobservant. I love Harry, I do, but Merlin is he unaware of his surroundings!” Remus laughed out.
“I agree. Maybe tomorrow we can have a little chat with Harry, tell him that we’re boyfriends, yeah?” Sirius grabbed Remus’ hand, holding it tightly.
“That sounds like a good idea.” Remus sighed after the laughter died down.
“And I think it’s good that we’re educating him because Ron had suggested we were poofs and Harry was so, so confused as to what a poof was. I hope Ron isn’t homophobic, I really like him.”
“Oh Merlin. I’m having flashbacks to that time Lily was teasing James and called him a shirtlifter in fourth year. James had never heard that word before, nor had I,” Remus laughed, “Do you remember going to go find a book that would explain what that meant that night under the cloak?”
“Yes! And then the next day James professed his love for Lily again to prove to he how straight he really was!” Sirius laughed.
The night was spent talking and kissing and cuddling. It had been a long time since they could do that – twelve years.
The next morning Remus made poppy seed pancakes. Harry helped out in the kitchen by making everyone tea. The morning was sunny and warm, though Remus had a job interview so he would not be able to bask. Before he went to his interview, he had to bite the bullet and speak to Harry with Sirius.
He made the decision around ten to gather Sirius and Harry from where they had been reading the Daily Prophet on the porch, chatting idly.
“Hey, how about you two come inside, we need to talk.”
Harry flushed red, visibly nervous. Sirius groaned and turned to look at Remus.
“Can we talk out here? It’s beautiful out here.”
Remus sighed, uncertain.
“I suppose.” He stepped a few steps to lean against the porch railing, blocking the two brunettes’ view of the road.
“Harry, Sirius and I decided that we should speak to you about something. It’s something quite important that we feel cannot wait.”
Sirius nodded along and hummed in agreement, turning to face Harry in his chair.
“Is everything okay?” Harry choked out, looking between the two men.
“Yes, of course, this isn’t about you, it’s about the both of us. You’re not in trouble or anything.” Remus said with a wave of his hand, as if waving off Harry’s concerns.
“Perhaps we should not beat around the bush,” Sirius began, looking at Harry with a brave look, “Harry, Remus and I are in a relationship. Romantically and, well, sexually.”
“Sirius!” Remus cried. “Don’t be so… so… so crass!”
Harry looked shocked. Sirius ignored Remus.
“We were together for a few years when we were in school and afterwards. We split up shortly before your parents died and recently we rekindled out relationship. We sleep in the same bed because… well, that’s what couples do. We’re in love.”
Harry’s jaw dropped. Remus’ mind was on repeat – please don’t be upset, please don’t be upset, please don’t be upset.
“Did-did my parents know?”
“Yes, they did, and they were very very supportive.” Remus intervened.
“That makes quite a bit of sense.” Harry said, “Is that all?”
Remus was a bit taken aback, but responded, “Um, yes, it is.”
Harry reentered the house and stalked up to his bedroom. Deep down, he’d known, he thinks. It made a lot of sense and quite honestly, Harry was happy. It was like having parents. Two people who love each other and you that take care of you.
Harry took a piece of parchment and a quill and began to write a letter to Ron about the news. It was only around ten fifteen, so Ron probably would not be awake. He gave Hedwig the letter and sent her off to the Burrow. The rest of the day was spent outside assisting Sirius with the gardening that had to be done, collecting seashells from the nearby beach for a potion that Sirius was making, and corresponding with Ron via owl post.
That night, when Harry went to sleep, he felt satisfied and quite exhausted.