Summery: In which, Sirius is convinced he is fat. Can Remus, our beloved werewolf, prove him otherwise?
Disclaimer: I do not, nor ever will, own the characters of Harry Potter. This fic is for enjoyment purposes only, not to exploit J.K.Rowling. Do not sue me.
A/N: Ok, this is the last part! Part Three! I hope you've enjoyed the fic so far. Now let us see how Sirius reacts to Remmies Sonnet, Shall we?...
Part 3: In a Special World, Were We Belong
'Breath Remus, Breath,' Remus told himself, 'This is no big deal... Just walk over to his bag... then place it on top... and walk away...'
Remus currently stood in the Gryffindor Common Room. It was Friday. And Remus had decided that today was the day. Today he would give Sirius the Sonnet, confess his feelings, and hope for the best.
Of course, he wasn't going to give Sirius the Sonnet per say, he was going to leave it on his bad for him to find.
The same bag that currently sat on Sirius' Bed.
Right in front of Remus.
And yet, Remus found he had to brace himself, had to work up the courage to place the piece of parchment on the back-pack, and run to class, leaving Sirius to emerge from the shower after he had left, find the note, read it, and react how he will.
'What if he freaks out?' Remus asked himself, 'Sure, he's gay. But I'm one of his best friends! He's not going to like me, that way. Not to mention that no one is attracted to me...'
Truth be told, Remus wasn't even sure about his sexual 'preference'. He would never have guessed he was gay, until sometime in third year when he figured out he was in love with Sirius Black, heir to the noble Black family. But he had never again been attracted to anyone else, be them boy or girl. It was always just Sirius.
Remus thought and rethought his actions. 'Should I do it?'
He had put it off for too long now anyway, and was much to scared that James would blab to Sirius, and ruin everything. Although Remus knew that James was probably all talk, and would never want to ruin the friendship between Sirius and him, he was still scared shitless at the thought of James telling Sirius anything, even if it was by accident.
Remus hands were shaking badly as he finally decided.
He would give it to Sirius.
Remus let his hand extend...
Getting closer and closer to the bag on the bed...
Just about to place it on top of the mesh covering...
Placing it right on top...
"Oh, Hey Moony!' Called Sirius suddenly from behind him, fully clothed and ready for the day.
Remus jumped spectacularly, "Sirius!" He exclaimed, frightened.
Sirius gave his low bark-like laugh, "Sorry Mate," he said, "Didn't mean to scare you!"
Remus gave a weak smile at Sirius' beaming face.
"What's that you've got there?" Sirius asked as his eye fell on the folded parchment in Remus' hand. The Sonnet.
"Nothing!" Yelled Remus, a little too loudly, as he pulled it behind his back, and backed away from Sirius.
But he was too late; Sirius got a good look at it.
"But, it's got my name on it!" Sirius reasoned as he tried to grab for it.
Remus sidestepped him, and continued to back away, keeping the Sonnet from Sirius' prying hands.
"NO IT DOESN'T!" He squeaked.
"Yes it does!" Said Sirius, "Come on, Remus, give it here."
Sirius chased after Remus around the Boys Dormitories, trying to snatch the Sonnet from him.
"No, Sirius!" Remus yelled at him, but soon tripped over a stray Potions text book lying on the floor, and landed on his back, with the sonnet a few feet away from him.
Sirius stood above him, as he leaned down... and picked up the Sonnet from the floor.
Remus's only thought? 'Fuck...'
He watched Sirius as he looked with twinkling eyes at the folded parchment, clearly written in black ink on the outside of the Sonnet was the word: 'Sirius'.
Sirius slowly opened the parchment, as Remus watched from the floor, in a shocked stupor.
Sirius' eyes sparkled as he read the poem;
'A special world for you and me,
A special bond one cannot see,
It wraps us up in its cocoon,
And holds us fiercely in its womb.
Its fingers spread like fine spun gold,
Gently nestling us to the fold,
Like silken thread it holds us fast,
Bonds like this are meant to last.
And though at times a thread may break,
A new one forms in its wake,
To bind us closer and keep us strong,
In a special world, where we belong.'
When Sirius had finished, he re-read the Sonnet again and again. Then, with a glint in his eyes quite unlike Remus had ever seen before, he walked over to the werewolf and offered him a hand to get off of the floor.
Remus looked at the offered hand, and only hesitated for a moment before he took it gently, and Sirius tenderly lifted him up.
When both men seemed to be standing, Remus found he was alarmingly close to Sirius, not barley half-a-foot apart even, but neither moved.
They stared deeply into each others eyes, both of them searching for the answers they desperately needed.
"What's this about?" Asked Sirius softly, as he held up the Sonnet in his left hand.
Remus tore his eyes away to stare at the poem banefully, "I... can... explain?" He tried as he looked helplessly into Sirius deep stormy eyes once again, feeling as though they were consuming him.
Sirius laughed lightly, "I meant, what is this?" He corrected, still speaking in a soft but imploring tone.
"A... confession." Remus admitted as he he looked helplessly at Sirius, begging for any mercy the boy would grant him.
Sirius wrapped his arms around Remus back, and Remus almost jumped with surprise.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Sirius asked.
"That I loved you?" Remus answered skeptically.
"No," Sirius said, "That you liked boys?"
Remus shook his head, "I don't."
Sirius chuckled, "You like me. I'm a boy. Therefore, you like boys."
"No." Remus said again, "Not boys. Only you."
Sirius smiled warmly at him, "So, you're a Blacksexual?"
"I prefer Siriusexual." Remus replied with his own grin.
Sirius laughed heartily, and tightened his arms around Remus, nuzzling his neck as he asked him;
"Seriously, (A/N: No pun intended ;)) why didn't you tell me?"
"I was afraid."
"I dunno. Of… you..." Remus' face filled with anguish,"...hating me."
Sirius shook his head fiercly, "I could never hate you."
Remus supplied a small and hopeful smile, "I didn't know that."
"You do now." Sirius said firmly.
Sirius beamed at him as they both felt an unfamiliar pluck at thier heartstrings, one that told them, somewhere with in the last hour, they had begun something wonderful together, that would no doubt stay with them thier entire lives.
Then, as it occurred to Remus, he added as an after thought;
"You're not fat."
Sirius smiled, amused.
"You're not skinny."
"Yes, I am."
"Pfft. Please, werewolf."
"Well, then I take it back. You are a fat-ass."
Sirius closed the small distence between them, placing his lips gently on the werewolf's.
They kissed slow, at first. Sirius placed his hands on Remus waist. Remus wrapped his arms around Sirius' neck and leaned into him, and into the kiss. Remus let out a moan as Sirius' tongue prodded his lips, begging them entry, which he allowed readily. Their kissing soon became more heated, more desperate, as their tongues stroked each other, sucking and licking. Sirius sighed, pressing Remus closer still into his body.
After a few heated minutes, Sirius picked Remus up, who wrapped his legs around Sirius's waist as he was carried back to the larger boys' bed and placed on the sheets. Sirius climbed tenderly on top of him, leaning over the lithe and slender body that was his beautiful werewolf, and brought his lips to Remus' neck, successfully causing the Lycan to moan with delight, and slowly making his way up to Remus' ear, where he stopped and whispered to him, with a low and husky tone;
"You should write more Sonnets."
A/N: TA DA! Hope you enjoyed this little three part fic. Did you get the happy ending you wanted? You should all know this is the fluffiest thing I've ever written, and you should be damn appreciative!
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