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“Let’s go, Moony. They’re asleep,” Sirius whispered impatiently, opening the curtains of Remus’ bed.
Remus knew that being a prefect wouldn’t save them from the punishment of being out at night. But seeing Sirius, who’s been waiting for this moment the whole day, standing at the foot of his bed, all restless energy and confidence, as if curfew rules didn’t apply to him — Remus just couldn’t resist. To be fair, he’s also been waiting for this.
Remus sighed, getting out of bed. They could steal—lend—James’ invisibility cloak. They always did.
But the strongest argument for going was simple — they just wanted to spend a little time alone with each other. Sneaking around in daylight to steal kisses was quite exhausting. The shadows of night offered the best cover.
So Remus let Sirius drag him by the hand out of their dorm, trying to be quiet, but still nearly falling over James’ open suitcase, letting out a wave of hissed curses, followed by Sirius’ muffled laughter.
They took the invisibility cloak and, hiding under it, went out into the darkness of school corridors. The boys came to what was already their place — a cozy, shaded alcove on the third floor. It was actually where their first kiss happened — hiding and giggling while setting up another prank, during their fifth year — and they’d kept coming back there since then.
“What is that stupid smile on your face?” Sirius asked, poking Remus in the chest and grinning ear to ear himself. Night sneak-outs always gave him the rush of adrenaline — and tiredness for the whole next day. He didn’t complain though.
“Just remembered the first time we’ve been here.”
“Yeah, James almost caught us then,” Sirius chuckled.
“I’m guessing you actually like the idea of getting caught,” Remus said, taking off the invisible cloak and putting it on the ground.
Sirius just shrugged, showing off his famous mischievous grin. It was true, this idea was kind of turning him on. Shameless flirting, touching, dirty jokes in front of everyone were electrifying. They were always balancing on the edge, willing to see how much they could get away with. Keeping secrets is always exhausting, but this one became a game the two were playing, chasing a thrill of it. Their friends didn’t give it much thought, believing it’s just Sirius’ personality. Which was true, but if they were more attentive, they would notice how much less he’s been doing it with others and how much more with Remus for the past year.
Fair to say, Mary has been visibly suspicious sometimes, giving them weird looks during especially bold moments of affection, but she hasn’t actually said anything yet. Maybe they secretly wished she would, because this way it would be easier. Being caught and cornered, with no other option but to finally reveal the truth.
Remus sat down on the stone bench in the alcove.
“You should’ve seen the way Peter looked at me when you sat on my lap today. Boy was terrified.”
“Of course he was,” Sirius chuckled, rolling his eyes.
“I mean, it even made me feel a little uncomfortable. Maybe don’t do this in front of Peter? He-“
“Merlin, stop talking about Peter. And it is starting to sound like you don’t want me sitting on your lap.”
“Oh, you know I do,” Remus assured, spreading his legs to make room for Sirius between them and tugging his boyfriend closer by the loosened tie on his neck. Remus never fails to make him weak in the knees.
Sirius lets out a little laugh before leaning in for a kiss. It doesn’t last long because Remus doesn’t let Sirius deepen it, instead pulling him even closer, making Sirius sit down on top of him. Then he goes for Sirius’ neck, which makes him sigh in surprise. Remus places small kisses from Sirius’ sharp jawline to the bottom of his neck, where he leaves a bite.
“Somebody’s eager. The full moon is not in a few days, Moony,” Sirius mocks breathily.
“I’m always eager,” Remus answers, putting his hands on Sirius’ waist and letting them wander under the shirt, definitely crumpling it.
As Sirius wraps his arms around Remus’ neck, their lips finally meet. The kiss immediately gets deep and messy, with teeth grazing and muffled moans. Their tongues entangle in a hot dance, with both of them trying to assert dominance. Sirius puts his hands in Remus’ hair, enjoying the feeling of short, slightly curly hair between his fingers. He tugs on it, opening for himself a perfect view on Remus’ neck, with barely visible freckles on it. Especially now, in just a dim light of the moon, but Sirius knows they’re there. Oh, he adores them.
His gaze falls lower — to the collarbone, which he can see after having undone a few upper buttons. There’s a scar starting there and going down to the chest. Sirius has kissed that scar a million times already, and does it for the million and one now. He goes up and licks his Adam’s apple, making one of Remus’ hands squeeze Sirius’ hip. He moans, while continuing to kiss Remus’ neck, not bothering to be careful not to leave hickeys.
Suddenly Remus gasps, his eyes widening, looking somewhere past Sirius.
“Shit.” With that his eyes widen even more, “I didn’t say that.”
“What is it?” Sirius turns around to see what Remus is looking at.
A grey cat is sitting there on the floor, having just come out of the shadow. It could be nothing, a random student’s lost pet, but the cat is of a very particular, familiar shade of grey, with clever eyes and slightly tilted to the side head, as if contemplating the scene in front of it.
“Oh shit,” Sirius exclaims and adds: “And I said that.”
As the boys jump apart, the cat turns into Professor McGonagall.
“Language, boys. I am not going to ask any questions about what I have just witnessed.”
Sirius has to bite his lip at this not to laugh.
“My problem with this,” McGonagall makes an uncertain gesture with her hand, “is the time you chose for it. It’s two hours after the curfew.”
“Yes, we’re sorry, Professor.”
“Off to your beds. Your own beds,” she adds, with a serious, unreadable expression on her face.
“Yes, Professor,” Remus answers again, blushing, already tugging Sirius in the direction of their dorm, while Sirius is unable to get the words out of his mouth, too busy fighting the laughter.
“I guess we should’ve been more clear with our wishes,” Sirius says, as soon as they’re out of sight. “McGonagall is definitely not who I wanted to get caught by.”
What they don’t see is a triumphant smirk on Minerva’s face. She had just won ten galleons off Poppy Pomfrey, who wouldn’t believe her when she said there was something going on between these two.
But as much as she loved these boys, she still was going to take five points from Gryffindor for disobeying the curfew.