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The Gryffindor common room was packed, people dancing and laughing and drinking. A celebration party had begun 2 hours ago, thanks to their latest win against Ravenclaw (which explains the lack of Ravenclaws among the sea of students).
Peter and Remus had snuck into Hogsmeade to buy some drinks from The Three Broomsticks just after the match finished, anticipating the party that was to commence. Food had been prepared by the house elves and spread across the table. A makeshift dance floor had been created, complete with a disco ball, a large record player and floating orbs that change colour with the music.
They had set it all up in a mere hour. Some may argue (*cough* Lily *cough*) that they had gotten far too good for creating the best impromptu parties in Hogwarts history. Others however (*cough* Sirius *cough*) would say there was no such thing as too good.
In the corner, James was leaning against the wall, drink in hand, listening intently to Lily talk about something that she was obviously passionate about. The fact that he had actually gotten Lily to willingly talk with him was astounding. Just a year ago, one would laugh at the notion she would do anything other than glance at him unapprovingly. Now they could be considered somewhat of mutual acquaintances. It was rather sweet.
In the middle of the dance floor, Peter was dancing along to the music (Waterloo by ABBA), a huge carefree smile on his face. He wasn't the best at dancing, however his enthusiasm and happy-go-lucky demeanour more than made up for it. The people around him definitely didnt seem to mind, as they danced along with him, just as blithely.
Remus sat in the armchair, pushed to the side to make space for the dance floor, looking around at everyone, reveling in the happiness radiating from those around him.
His eyes flicked over the room once more, stopping on his friend. Sirius Black lay sprawled out across half of the couch, talking to Alice, who sat on the end of the sofa, Sirius' head in her lap.
He was laughing at something she had said, that heart warming, mind melting laugh that could light up any room. Remus saw the way he threw his head back, slightly curling up on himself in laughter; The way his eyes crinkled at the edges, slightly hiding his piercing grey eyes; the way his nose screwed up slightly. His eyes were drawn to Sirius' mouth, namely his lips.
Remus had been doing that for a while now, finding himself watching Sirius at random times.
Once, they were in the middle of potions and Remus didn't hear Slughorn explaining the lesson's potion. He was too busy watching Sirius. His eyes were all wide and innocent, compared to the usual aristocratic stare. His shoulders slowly became less and less tense, shrugging slightly as he chuckled silently at something James had said. It wasnt until he started moving towards the supply cupboard that Remus realised they were supposed to start making the potion. He had to ask the Hufflepuff beside him, to which he got a small eye roll, a mutter of 'Draught of Living Death' and something else that Remus was sure he didnt want to hear.
He was taken out of his thoughts at someone draping themselves across the armchair, and therefore across him. Blinking, he looked up at the black haired boy above him.
"Hey, Sirius." He said. Sirius grinned, getting comfortable, legs hanging over the arm while resting against the other. Remus looked over and saw that Frank had sat down in Sirius' place, talking to Alice. He smiled. "Wanted to give them two privacy, did you, padfoot?" Sirius nodded.
Remus noticed that Sirius' eyes were wide again, looking as innocent as he did in Potions. The only way he could describe it was puppy dog eyes. The shorter boy sighed contently, smiling at Remus who, obviously, grinned right back.
Once again, Remus looked around the room, noticing that James and Lily had joined Peter dancing. They were all holding hands in a circle, dancing and shuffling and laughing together. It was such a sweet happy moment and Remus wanted them to live in it forever.
A hand brushed against his arm and he whipped his head back to Sirius, who smiled once again. Sirius stroked his fingertips against his arm again, causing a few goosebumps. Remus' arm was on fire with the touch. He was used to being touched by the Marauders. Being pulled into hugs and pushed in friendly banter. Even a few snuggles in bed when he had woken someone up with a particularly bad dream. However, nothing prepared him for the caress that Sirius just gave him.
Sirius, on the other hand, was unfazed by the unusual touching, continuing to stroke Remus' arm. His fingers ran from just above his elbow down to his wrist and back up, tracing over a scar every now and again, as though mapping out the shape of his arm, every bump and scar and hair. He rested his head against Remus' collarbone, completely at rest.
The older boy then grabbed his wrist gently and moved Remus' hand from the arm rest to onto Sirius' thighs, continuing to feel up and down his arm, moving higher towards his shoulder.
Remus' breath had become unstable, slightly ragged as his body warmed up under the touch. Experimentally, he slowly moved his own hand up and down his leg, just above his kneecap. In response, Sirius nuzzled his head further into his neck. Gulping silently, Remus carried on, slightly more confidently. He brushed his hand along the seam of Sirius' trousers, on his outer thigh.
Abruptly, Sirius moved from his arm to his cheek, stroking a thumb light back and forth. The change startled Remus, who slowed his own hand on Sirius' thigh. Sirius pulled back from Remus' neck and looked at him, a reassuring smile playing at his lips. Remus allowed himself to watch the lips, unsure when the next time he would ever be able to openly stare, especially at this close range. Remus started moving his hand once more, stroking up his leg and onto his side, feeling the fabric of his t-shirt.
He let his left arm come to rest on sirius upper back, pulling him closer just slightly. Sirius beamed in satisfaction, resting against his shoulder. This time, however, he looked up at Remus through his eyelashes, hand tracing the shape of his chin, to his jaw and neck.
Remus had stopped moving, too caught up in the sensation of Sirius' hand, watching his face and eyes and lips.
Sirius had moved to his collarbone, tracing the shape with feathery fingers as his breath hit Remus' neck. Remus gasped, breath caught in his throat. The thought of being so close to Sirius, in kissing distance, overwhelmed him. Sirius traced up his neck, across his cheek, to his lips.
Remus parted them uncontrollably, allowing Sirius to do whatever he wanted. The fingers danced across his lips as Sirius watched intently, licking his own lips.
Remus watched as Sirius lent forward slightly. He wouldn't've even noticed had he not been staring. Unconsciously, he too leaned forward, breath mingling as Sirius watched his lips and Remus watched his. Sirius flicked his eyes up to meet remus', asking permission. A slight nod of the head gave him all the answer he needed and jumped forward, capturing Remus' lips in his own.
Sirius tasted like Firewhisky, tabacco and strangely enough, watermelon. It drove Remus wild, who pulled Sirius closer, deepening the kiss. Sirius gasped, allowing Remus' tongue access. Remus moved his hand, rubbing Sirius' side, slowly gliding his hand under the shirt. Sirius moaned quietly and Remus smiled.
They pulled back for air, resting their foreheads together as they smiled and giggled, in their own little world. They stared at each other, as Sirius reached for his face, tracing the scar that ran over his nose and into his eyebrow, grinning satiatedly.
"I love you, Moony." Sirius stated, a light blush just visible in the dim lighting. Remus' grin widened, if that was physically possible, nuzzling into Sirius' shoulder.
"I love you too, Padfoot." Just as Sirius leaned in for another kiss, James bounded over to them, grinning in delight.
"You finally did it mate, well done. Finally. Now I dont need to listen to you whine over how perfect Remus is." He said, slapping Sirius on the shoulder lightly. Sirius blushed sheepishly.
"Oi, Prongs" Peter called out. "You owe me 2 galleons." James groaned.
"Fine!" He winked at Remus before bounded over to Peter, who happily accepted the money.
Remus smiled. He wished every moment felt this good. However, with the boy draped over him, he knows from now on it will be.