A Friendly Secret 10

By Faerie Nyx

Disclaimer: I own nothing; absolutely nothing… it really is depressing.

A/N: Thanks to YamiTenshi05 for the idea of the coming out ceremony, I tweaked it a bit for my own personal pleasure. It is quite sad to say this is the last chapter of this story, but I have other stories to work on, right?

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Sunday dinner. Gods, Sirius was no longer sure he could go through with it. Streaking on the Quidditch pitch – yes, come out to the entire student population and staff – it was pretty iffy. He had started to feel a little sick an hour before the entire ordeal. Granted, Remus was nibbling on his collarbone and that was easing some of the pressure, only to put it other places. And he certainly wasn’t complaining about Moony’s stress-relief tactics, not when the amber eyed teen was so bloody talented. When did Remus learn to do that?

James walked into the dormitory, Peter right behind him, and both stopped dead in their tracks at the sight of their two friends. “Oi, Moony, you should put up a sign so we know when it isn’t safe to come in here.” Peter’s jaw dropped, not only at the sight before him, but also at how James was acting to it.

Remus gave a last kiss to the dip between bones at the base of Sirius’ neck before backing off. “If I put a sign, wouldn’t that defeat the point of scarring one James Potter for life?” James rolled his eyes and walked to his bed and dropped the books he’d taken from the library for future pranks. Remus shifted his weight back from where he’d been straddling Sirius’ waist, to the teen’s thighs and continued to look back at Peter. “Hello, Pete, did you need anything?”

Blinking back into the world, Peter shook his head ‘no.’ He gulped, “I’m fine…”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure.”

Remus shrugged and turned back to Sirius, lowering his voice to keep their conversation between them; “You okay?” He reached up and brushed his hand through Sirius’ hair. “You’re not feeling sick anymore?”

“I… don’t think what you did was exactly medicine, but thanks.” Sirius pulled Remus down for a short kiss. “I appreciate it.”

“Hey, Moons, Pads, we’re going down to the Quidditch pitch before dinner, if you want to join.”

Sirius smirked up at James and Peter. “Nope, we’re fine.” James just nodded and Pete stared mutely at the pair on the bed before they left the dormitory. “I have nothing planned out.”

Realizing Sirius wasn’t just talking to himself as he occasionally did, Remus asked, “Planned out?”

“I have nothing to say.”

“You always have something to say… What does your heart say?”

Sirius looked up to Remus and smiled softly. “That I’m in love with a boy who understands how it feels to have one’s soul twined with another, because ours have twined until the end of time.”

Remus smiled back, though thinking to himself that that sounded familiar. He leaned in, putting his forehead to Sirius’. “Have you been reading my journal?”

“Only every once-in-a-while…”

Remus started to chuckle, only to be silenced with lips pressing into his. “I love you. Whatever you say will be fine.”

“We can only hope.”

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Everyone was slowly finding their way into the Great Hall for dinner, and Sirius was no longer a nervous wreck. But he also had to drink half of James’ so-called ‘secret stash of firewhiskey’ to keep from going back to that state. James and Peter were glancing at him every so often from across the table, wondering if he was just waiting for everyone to actually take a seat before giving his grand announcement. Remus was giving him that soft, understanding smile that so few ever saw and continued to rub his thumb over the back of his hand that he was holding under the table. When everyone was finally seated, Sirius gave the ‘it’s now or never’ sigh.

“Everyone, I have an announcement to make. I’d like your attention please.” He called as he stood up. No one acknowledged him and he unconsciously clenched his fists, angered. Letting out a deep breath, he stood up onto the bench he’d been sitting on previously. “I have something to tell all of you, so listen up! Slimy Slytherins included or so help me I’ll hex the lot of you for ignoring me!”

“Mr. Black!”

Sirius turned his head to glare at McGonagall, but he noticed he at least had everyone’s attention. He swallowed hard and looked around the room to meet everyone’s eyes. All were met. “I have decided that it’s time for all of you to know something very important; something that, for better or for worse, must be said.” He gave the room a smirk. “Or rather shown.” Remus’ head snapped up at his words, but before the teen could protest, he’d hauled Remus up to stand in front of him and crushed their lips together.

Remus was still for a moment, his thoughts on the room watching them. But the teeth nipping at his lower lip had to be met. He pushed back, nipping before sliding his tongue into Sirius’ mouth and clasping a hand on the back of Sirius’ head to force them closer together. This certainly was one way to come out.

Sirius warred for dominance in this kiss, but settled when Remus bit his tongue sharply. He stepped closer and wrapped his arms around Remus’ waist, wanting the comforting contact to last before he had to be harshly reminded of the existence of the rest of the school.

“Mr. Black! Mr. Lupin! Sit down!” McGonagall called from the teachers’ table.

Shit. Remus softened the kiss for a moment before pulling back an inch, his nose stilling resting against Sirius’. Night blue eyes opened, clouded by passion, and looked back at him.

“Love you, Remus.”

Remus smiled, about to answer.

“If that was all, could the two of you take a seat so we might eat dinner?” Dumbledore asked for where he sat, giving the pair a knowing smile.

Sirius nodded, though not facing Dumbledore, and sat down with Remus. Food appeared and dinner took place as usual, though with the occasional stare from the other students in their direction. Sirius dug into everything, finally realizing his hunger and how badly the firewhiskey felt on his empty stomach.

Remus watched Sirius for a moment, and then turned to the two Marauders across the table. James smiled at Remus, before returning to his meal as well. Peter’s was less sure, but still present. Remus returned his attention to Sirius, still not acknowledging his meal or the stares from other students. He slid his hand down Sirius’ arm, to his hand and squeezed it. “I love you too, Sirius.”

Glancing at Remus a moment, Sirius replied, “And you didn’t want to come out.” All he got was that smile.

The End