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“How long do you think James will be?” Remus asks broodily, staring down at a magazine James had let him borrow earlier in the week. It was a Saturday, so that meant no lessons, thankfully. Remus thought he was going to drown in the amount of homework he’d been given over the last week or two, and he’d crammed the day before in order to get it all done before the weekend. For once, Remus decided he wanted to have a free weekend. No pranks, no homework, just rest. He was tired, especially since he’d been on the go all week, and the full moon also took place last weekend. He just felt exhausted, and some time away from everything would be amazing.
“I’ve not clue how long those two will be,” Sirius answers with a yawn, catching the ball elegantly. For the last half an hour, Sirius had been playing a David Bowie record on his turn-table, laying on his back on the floor, throwing and catching a soft ball he’d found from the courtyard. Remus had commented how it looked like a tennis ball, and of course that had resulted in a 20 minute conversation on what tennis is, and why muggles find it so interesting.
The magazine Remus was looking at was about famous wizards, specifically famous wizards from the past century. Remus wanted to catch up with everyone else, wanting to have as much knowledge as others on famous wizards. Remus wasn’t exactly ‘up to date’ with the marvels and celebrities of the wizarding world, and so he had asked James if he could borrow his magazine so that he could learn. Of course James had complied, being a kind and generous boy as it was. Remus became suddenly interested in one of the wizards, who had long sleek black hair and held his wand in one hand, standing proudly. The image moved slightly, just showing the wizard look from side to side, almost like he was observing the surroundings. He seemed to be on his guard, as if he was used to being frequently attacked. Before he could read the short biography at the side of his portrait, Remus caught sight of Sirius scrambling to his feet from where he was near the end of Remus’ bed.
Sirius strutted over to his turn-table, stopping the music with a rather sudden stop, the tune being silenced mid-song, shoved into it’s vinyl cover. Remus looked up from the magazine, rather confused since it was rare for Sirius to turn his music off, especially mid-song. He was always one to emphasise to the other marauders that he had to finish a song before he turned it off. Remus’ eyebrows knitted together in confusion as he sat up from his lying down position.
“Sirius? What’re you doing?” He asked curiously, and he was met with silence. Remus sighed, wondering if he hadn’t given the other boy enough stimulation or attention that day. Sirius seemed to be like a puppy, needing affection constantly. Remus smiled a little at the thought, but pushed it away when he noticed he was imagining showering Sirius with attention.
“Sirius, are you alright?” He asks, sitting on his heels as he leaned to the side a little bit, looking around one of the poles of his bed. He craned his neck to spot Sirius sifting through his albums, before pulling another out.
“I’m fine-“Sirius says quickly, in a tone that Remus wasn’t able to decipher. Was he actually upset? He wasn’t sure. Remus looked down at the magazine and closed it, pressing the portraits together. He took the magazine into one hand and crossed his arms over it, pulling the magazine to his chest, rolling on his heels a little as he looked at Sirius.
Sirius put the needle down onto the record, and it took a few seconds, before the song started up. The sound of a steady drum and tambourine echoing into the room. Sirius strode over to where Remus sat, approaching the blonde with a small grin on his face. Remus was a little bit apprehensive, about to ask what he was thinking, and that was when Sirius plucked the magical magazine out of Remus’ hands, carefully tossing it aside onto another bed. Remus didn’t see which one, but it was one of the other threes.
“Hey-“Remus was about to complain, but Sirius quiet literally pulled him off his feet, making Remus stumble a little, but he caught his footing with Sirius supporting him on the arms.
The song had picked up pace slightly, a melody crashing in to accompany the instruments at the start. Sirius kicked away any random pieces of clothing or belongings that were around the circular space the boys shared between their beds and moved his hands from Remus’ arms to his hands.
“Dance with me.” Sirius says, almost jokingly, a smile on his face. Remus looked even more confused, if not offended.
“Dance with you?” He asks, as if he’d been insulted.
“Come on-“Sirius says with a light chuckle as the singer’s voice on the record followed in, creating the song in its entirety. Remus hadn’t heard this song before, yet he thought he’d heard all of Sirius’ records.
“Sirius, you know I don’t dance.” Remus complained, groaning as Sirius started to sway to the beat, holding Remus’ hands firmly, pulling his hands forward interchangeably, so that Remus would move along to the beat too. Remus sighed, looking at his feet, noticing how Sirius’ moved along with his movements, whilst his own stayed firmly stuck to the ground like glue.
Sirius started to make faces, trying to get Remus to laugh. Remus couldn’t help it, watching Sirius make such a fool of himself really got to him. He let out a light laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. This boy, this stupid boy, made him feel the most indescribable things. Remus ended up giving in slowly, swaying along to the tune. He had to admit, the song was light and cheerful, and the lyrics were ever so sweet. Just as Remus began to give in, Sirius started to sing along.
‘You never call, baby,
When you say you will
But I love you still’
Remus couldn’t help it, but he found Sirius’ voice to be the most beautiful thing in the world. When he sung, he felt like he could fly. His confidence skyrocketed, and his heart sung. He smiled a little, matching Sirius’ moves, albeit a little bit less enthusiastic. Sirius smiled at this, dropping one of Remus’ hands, taking the other and lifting their hands up, twirling Remus under them.
‘I need you,
(I need you)
More than anyone, darlin’
You know that I have from the start’
Remus laughed at the romantic lyrics, listening to Sirius’ voice more than the original artist on the record. He wondered what made Sirius put this record on, out of all of them. Sirius started to dance properly, his head swaying from side to side, his small ponytail falling out, the elastic slipping from the grips of his black mane. Remus watched as the band fell to the floor, but Sirius didn’t seem phased. His beautiful black locks cascaded down to his shoulders, and Remus watched in awe as he looked through the curtains of his hair covering his face, catching a glimpse of his deep, brown eyes. Sirius noticed this, smiling as one hand went to his face, flicking his hair over his face to fall down the back of his head. Remus swore he was blushing, because he couldn’t take his eyes off the other boy.
‘Baby, baby, I try to find
A little time and I’ll make you mine
I’ll be home
I’ll be beside the phone waiting for you’
Remus laughs out loud at that lyric, smiling as Sirius twirls him again, one hand resting on Remus’ waist. Remus didn’t even notice this contact. This felt natural, this felt right. Nobody was observing the two. This moment was beautiful, and the lyrics made Remus felt like he was going to explode. He assumed Sirius was actually singing to him. He hoped, at least. With his laugh, Sirius felt the scar on his lip tighten, but he ignored it, not thinking about his appearance in that very moment.
“Pads, you don’t even know how to use a phone!” Remus laughs, looking at the other boy, laughing at this concept.
“Oh hush Moony, there’s no need for technicalities!” Sirius says, winking at him. Remus felt like his heart was caught in his chest. Sirius turned the two around, jumping about slightly as they danced, finally the two of them relaxing into the song properly.
Remus was an awful dancer, but Sirius never doubted his beauty. He was unmatched. Remus, to Sirius, was perfect in every way. He was completely, and irreparably enamoured by him. Did Sirius care what others would say, having a member of the family of Black be in love with another man? No. He couldn’t care less. He’d have crucio inflicted on him a thousand times, and even then he would never stop loving Remus Lupin.
Remus couldn’t stop staring at Sirius, watching how his body flowed like water. He always knew what to do. How to act, what to say, where to put his hands... Sirius just knew. Every time, it was Sirius. Remus had struggled to come to terms with it, but after many months of thinking about it, Remus knew that it was Sirius. How could it ever be anyone else? Nobody had ever made Remus feel the way Sirius did, and it was so natural. It was like gravity. Something always drew them together, and Remus doubted he would have it any other way.
‘I could be the boy you adore
If you’d just let me know
Although you’re untrue
I’m attracted to you all the more
Why do I need you so?’’
Remus, once again, had his heart in his throat. He could feel his pulse ringing in his ears. Was he dreaming this? Was Sirius really getting him to dance? Was he… confessing his love right now? Remus felt like his head was spinning, but he couldn’t contain himself, he listened and he smiled, looking at his feet in an attempt to hide some of his flustered feelings.
“Remus…” A low voice spoke, and Remus lifted his head, being eye to eye with Sirius, and he forgot to breathe, or how to swallow the lump in his throat, he just looked at the other boy, clueless on how to act. Was this safe? Would Sirius accept him? His mind was racing a thousand miles an hour, he opened his mouth to speak but no words came out.
“Don’t… look away.” Sirius says with a straight face, as if he was internally debating something too. Remus felt Sirius’ face get closer to his own, and he held his breath. If this was about to happen, Remus wanted it to be perfect.
Remus threw away his anxieties, and he leant in, pushing their lips together, with more passion that Sirius was aiming for. He kissed Sirius suddenly, almost surprising him. The kiss was short and sweet, the two pulling away seconds later, Remus’ face pink. Sirius chuckled, his hands on Remus’ waist, Remus’ hands being on Sirius’ shoulders.
“Woah, easy there Moony-“Sirius whispered almost, and Remus just chuckled, biting his bottom lip as he was surprised they both did that.
It didn’t hit him as he thought it would, but it slowly set in. Sirius Black, was in love with him.
It didn’t hit him as he thought it would, but it slowly set in. Remus Lupin was in love with him.
This time around, Remus was the one to sing, his heart full and his brain full of happy chemicals. He was buzzing, completely on cloud nine.
‘Why do you build me up
Buttercup, baby’
Sirius spun Remus around again, before leaning in for another peck, being overjoyed when he received one. The two danced in each other’s embrace and neither thought of any other better way to spend their time. This was perfect, this was how it was supposed to be. Just the two of them, in their own little world.
Sirius listened as the song faded away, and he looked at Remus’ hair, which had become slightly messy itself. His hand slowly came up to his face, and instead of leaning away in fear of his scars being touched, Remus leant into it, relaxing into Sirius’ touch. This warmed Sirius, knowing that Remus trusted him in such a way, it was beautiful. Moving some of Remus’ hair, tucking it behind an ear, he leant in, whispering softly in his ear
“You look beautiful, buttercup.”
Remus smiled, his hair shining in the light like a summer meadow, utterly brimming with buttercups. Sirius thought he’d never see anything as beautiful, and he was set on devoting his life to being with such a precious gift of nature.