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A/N: This was inspired by a line in Fall Out Boy's "Sugar We're going down." It goes "Isn't it messed up, how I'm just dying to be him..." I don't own Fall Out Boy or their songs.
More than once, I couldn't help but picture you and I holding hands instead of you and Sirius. Me cleaning you and healing you up before Madame Pomfrey came to you after a full moon. I'm happy that you both are happy, but I can't help imagining me being with you. Imagining that I would place my hands on your hips instead of hers. Imagining that I could kiss your lips, your neck, and down your chest instead of hers. I just wanted you to know...I was in love with you, a werewolf once." James finished and looked up at Sirius and Remus sheepishly and awaiting a full thumping from Sirius.
James' hazel eyes were locked with Remus' forest green eyes as the werewolf came closer and closer. He spared a moment to look at Sirius, who just sat back in awe, watching Remus move in his stealthful, almost lupine way. James looked at the floor, anxiously waiting for the berating lecture. Imagine his surprise as he felt a long, smooth finger under his chin, pushing up. He looked up to find Remus almost unbearably close. Remus closed his eyes and kissed James soundly on the lips, afterwards whispering a heartfelt "Thank you Jamsie" and returning to an angry looking, pouting Sirius who twined their hands together possessively as they walked up to the Dorm. "More than once, I imagined kissing you…I'm seriously happy for you two. For real this time." Remus smiled and nudged a pouting Sirius in the ribs as he replied "Your welcome, you deserved it." and then made their way upstairs, leaving a smiling James sitting alone in the Common Room.
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