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Remus looked up into a familiar pair of grey eyes across the common room, and shared a secret smile with Sirius.
Classes were over and Remus wanted nothing more than to collapse next to Sirius and seek the warmth of his arms, no matter who saw.
In the beginning, the secret had been fun. There had been a thrill in the stolen kisses when no one was watching, carefully listening for the dormitory door to shut behind James and Peter before leaving the warmth of Sirius’s bed, holding Sirius’s hand under the dinner table and eating one-handed.
Lately it had begun to wear on Remus.
He didn’t want to sit like this and feel the few metres between him and Sirius stretch an eternity. He didn’t want to...
Oh.
Oh, no.
No.
He most certainly did not want to watch Caradoc sodding Dearborn sit next to Sirius and lay a hand on Sirius’s arm.
Remus saw nothing but red.
In a heartbeat, he had crossed the room. Ignoring Sirius’s startled face and the curious eyes of everyone around them, he pulled Sirius close to him, taking a moment to inhale the familiar scent of leather and wood. His urgent mouth met Sirius’s in a heated kiss, his arms tightening around the curve of Sirius’s waist as he tilted his head and tasted his sweet breath.
Secrets be damned. Sirius was his and he did not care who knew.