A.N./ Rereading over the chapters of my stories on both the website and my original documents, and I have come to the startling conclusion that either my computer hates me, or this website hates me. The system on FFnet has erased sentences, periods, and endings of words in the process of transferring. Now I'm going to have to go back and correct everything. Has anyone else had this problem, or is it just me and my stupid computer?

Anyway, I know, I know, I know it has been forever and a day. Don't even get me started on school and AP exams. Hell, exams in general. EOC, here I come and there I fail. Just two more weeks. Two more weeks and I will own my life again. That means more chapters and stories! But not for this. Sadly, I fear, this is the last of this particular story. I hope you enjoy it and pleasereview!

The day seemed to go on for an eternity.

History of Magic was defiantly not one of Sirius' strongest classes of the day. His eye lids drooped, elbow aching from the pressure of propping up his chin with the heel of his palm. Sirius had recently abandoned sleep since the dreams raged on consistently. And, he thought, the only way to avoid them was to not sleep at all. Or, at least, sleep as little as possible.

When Sirius fell into the full body warmth of since longed sleep, he could feel eyes on him. He felt them travel from his face, down his neck, and staring straight at his chest. At his heart.

He didn't know if it was real or not, but it felt so good. He continued to imagine those eyes, rich brown, light and dark at the same time, staring into his heart. He could feel them pry, prod, beg for the secrets that lay there. And there was so much warmth. The warmth of fireside tomes and squishy armchairs. Slim chest, lithe arms, shaggy hair. So warm ...

Sirius was shocked when his elbow slid from underneath him and he overbalanced, nearly falling out of his seat. He could hear James snicker behind him and he wished he could kick the prat. He was probably watching to see when he would receive a detention.

He looked up to see if the professor was paying attention, which, of course, he wasn't. Taking a breath, Sirius shook his dark hair out of his face. That was when a familiar feeling swept over him. The eyes were traveling over him again, warm and imploring.

Turning over to his right, Remus was staring straight at him unabashedly. Yet, the moment he turned, Remus' eyes flickered away and returned to his notes. Confused, Sirius took out a piece of paper and scribbled down a note. Folding the scrap of paper, he quickly passed the note over to Remus.

Did I have something on my face? – P

Remus' lips curled into a small smile as he read the note. The grin disappeared, however, and he scribbled down a short note of his own before tossing it onto Sirius' desk.

Only your fat nose. Come up to the fourth floor when we get out. I need to talk to you. – M

Sirius raised his hand to his nose, checking its size when he finished the note. Remus smiled, leaning back in his chair. Sirius looked over the parchment one last time, admiring the curl and thin strokes of Remus' elegant handwriting. He crumbled it up, throwing it into his bag and tried to pay attention to the remaining class period.

What could Remus possibly want to talk about? Would it be about Sirius not sleeping? Sirius knew that such trivial things wouldn't bother Remus enough to talk to him with such urgency (enough to skip class, even if it was potions), but now he was unsure of himself.

He stole one last glance at Remus, taking in the regal face, long nose, beautiful eyes, lips, chin. Sirius choked on his own breath, thinking that maybe this was the day. Today, on the fourth floor, he would tell Remus that he …

Loved him?

Did he love Remus? Not knowing much about love himself, Sirius really had no bases to go by. If standing in the same room as another person and feeling like you can't stand or breathe is love, then he was in love. If imagining how wonderful it would be just lay beside another person without words is love, then he was in love. The list was endless.

Sirius could feel his heart drop to his stomach at the very thought of confessing to Remus, but enough was enough. If he were going to spend the rest of the year sleeping in the same dorm as him, there would have to be a few things that Remus would have to know.

What was the worst that could happen? Remus, victim of prejudice, would surely accept Sirius for who he was. Sirius' only problem was what if Remus couldn't return his feelings? Would it be fine to sleep a bed away from the person that haunted his dreams, knowing that his hoping and praying was in vain? What if, years later, Remus found his own love, living with some nice girl for the rest of his life? Sirius shivered, feeling his anger rise, banishing the thought from his mind.

The only thing he really had to worry about now was how in the world he would be able to tell Remus anything, let alone be alone in the same room as him. Silently groaning, Sirius propped his chin on his arm, leaning in to the desk for support. Before closing his eyes for the last few minutes of class, Sirius begged to the heavens above: "Please, let him understand …"

The corridor was empty with only the sounds of students running to their next classes and the occasional chitchat of girls passing. Some guys passed too and grinned at Sirius, yelling out things such as, "Who's the lucky bird?" and "She'll have to wait until after class1" They really expected so much out of him. Sirius only smiled back, giving a half-hearted thumb up.

He began to sit his stuff down next to the wall when Remus turned the corner, coming face to face with him. The bell toned, making Sirius jump nearly out of his skin. Remus smiled slowly, walking over to Sirius' side of the wall. Sirius couldn't keep his eyes off the way Remus' hips slightly swayed as he walked, or how his hair flipped when he tossed his head just a bit to the right.

"Do you want to go to one of the abandoned classrooms?" Remus asked, adjusting his books in his arms.

Sirius shouldered his sack jerkily, clearing his hoarse throat. "Erm … Sure."

The noise in the halls and staircase slowly quieted as they moved into an empty room. Remus put his things on a dusty desk and pulled out his wand to find some candles to light or some windows to open. Sirius watched him walk around the room, shaking slightly.

This is it. Now or never, Sirius old boy …

"What did you need to talk about?" Sirius asked, pocketing his trembling hands in his dark robes. He had no idea how he was going to survive this. Not with the way Remus looked with his head titled, examining him.

Those eyes, illuminated by candlelight, studied him intently. Sirius felt like he had been stripped naked, revealing everything about himself. Every imperfection, both physically and emotionally, bared to the boy standing at the other side of the room. He felt his face sting as the blood rose to his cheeks and he shifted his eyes to the ground for a moment.

"Sirius. Is there something you need to say?"

Sirius choked on his own saliva, his throat tightening as he swallowed. It was the best time to tell him. "Remus, I think that there is something wrong with me. I keep having these weird thoughts and I feel like I'm going to burst every time you walk into the room. I think that I'm falling for you, and I don't know what to do, or say, or …"

"Nothing's wrong, Remus. Why'd you ask, mate?"

The silence in the room rang for a moment as the comment sank in. Sirius prayed that the ground would just open up, swallow him whole, and let him never have to see Remus again. That would be better than the searing pain in his chest or the burn in his ears.

"Do you play me for an idiot, Sirius? Honestly. I can see that you haven't had any sleep. Even Professor McGonagall came up to me the other day after class to ask if anything was wrong with you. Now, you can tell me or not. Either way, I just want to let you know that I'm here. I'm here every night that you wake up, and don't lie because I hear you. Every bloody night, Sirius!"

Sirius was glued to the spot, hands gripping at his sides to control their quivering. Remus walked the rest of the way over to Sirius, standing directly in front of him. Sirius lifted his head almost defiantly, staring into those eyes.

"Just tell me what's wrong … You can trust me." Remus said sadly, holding Sirius' gaze. They sat there for a while, staring, as Remus tried to pry the answers out of him.

Sirius watched as Remus studied the dark circle under his eyes, sorrow reflecting off their amber glow. He watched as Remus' eyes trailed from his forehead, down his nose. His eyes grazed his high cheekbones, to the curve of his ear. He looked into Sirius' eyes again, and then, unexpectedly, flickered down to his lips. Sirius felt the rush of blood to his cheeks again, damning himself for the thoughts that ran in his head.

Then, a surge of bravery flowed through him. Remus was looking at his mouth anyway. That was as a good a start as any. But when Sirius opened his mouth, nothing escaped. He couldn't find it in himself to say it. "Remus …"

Remus backed away then, looking incredibly hurt. A look of self-disgust crossed his face and he went to pick up his things. "I'm sorry that I bothered you. I thought that I could help. Maybe you should talk to James, or someone, but I thought … maybe … just forget it, okay?"

"Remus …"

"Just forget it. I'm sure you'd feel more comfortable around James. I was foolish to think that …"

"Remus, wait."

Remus stopped talking, holding his books to the side, and leaned into a desk. He looked beyond embarrassed and slightly haggard with his cheeks red and hair tousled. For someone who observed nearly his every move, Sirius had flailed to notice exactly how haggard Remus looked.

"Do you really want to know what's been wrong?"

"Yes! I do!" Remus sighed exasperatedly, throwing his free hand in the air.

Sirius then rushed forward, forgetting everything except how badly he'd been wanting to feel Remus mouth against his. Lips tightly closed, their faces pressed, noses bumping painfully together. He didn't even give himself the pleasure of holding the kiss and he jumped back. All he could hear was the clatter of falling books from Remus' arms and the heavy beating of his own heart.

Remus looked at him, eyes wide and mouth gaping. He lifted his hand to his face, touching first his lips then his nose. Sirius panted, eyes darting over Remus' face, trying to read any sort of reaction. They sat there, looking at each other dumbly, the only sounds being the panting from Sirius. The near quiet was driving Sirius mad as red-hot impatience, worry, fear, and self-hatred filled him.

"Say something!" he cried, "Anything!"

Remus touched his nose once more and blinked. "Ouch. That hurt you wanker …"

The silence rang for the second time as Sirius stared at him in disbelief. "You mean …"

Remus smiled hesitantly, stepping forward. "I was kind of hoping that you'd do something like that. It took you long enough, in fact," he said, sounding so confident, but Sirius knew better. They were both scared out of their minds. Yet, Sirius couldn't think of anything else that could drive him into this kind of blissful insanity.

"You want to give it another go, then?"

Remus grinned, closing in the last few feet between them. When their mouths met, it was slow and sweet with only lips touching and brushing together. Sirius pressed his hips against Remus, cradling his shoulder blades with his hands. Remus' own hands found their way to Sirius' dark hair, bringing their mouths closer as their lips opened. Afraid that he might disappear, Sirius pushed further into the kiss, savoring every minute of contact.

They sat there for what seemed like ages, until Remus pulled away. "Was this why you haven't been sleeping?"

Sirius kissed his nose and buried his head into his shoulder. "Yes."

"Crazy pup. Why didn't you say something?"

"Why didn't you say something?" Sirius said, voice muffled by the heavy scent of Remus' robes. If he died at that very moment, he would have no regrets.

"Point taken …" Remus chuckled.

They embraced for a long time, marveling in how perfectly they fit in each other's arms. They would sneak kisses every so often, yet never left each other's warmth. Questions plagued them, but they were expelled, now trivial after it all. The only thing that concerned them was:

"Where do we go from here?"

"I don't know, Padfoot …" Remus said, fingers threading through the dark locks. He nuzzled against his forehead and kissed there. Their eyes met and Remus smiled sadly. "I just don't know. But whatever happens, there will always be this …"

Sirius smiled, kissing Remus softly on his lips. He laughed nervously, then. "What will the others think?"

"You know, I don't care what they will think. I have you, and I've waited too long for that to happen. I won't let anyone take that away from me."

Sirius smoothed away Remus' hair, holding the side of his face tenderly. "James will get over it. Peter might be another story, but he'll do whatever James tells him. My parents can go shove it, and …"

"My parents all ready know."

Sirius was taken aback. "They do? When did you tell them? You haven't been home all year, unless you owled them."

"I told them before we came to school. They were accepting and loving. I was afraid that they would throw me out since I was adding onto the list of abomination. My father could have cared less, but I think that my mother was hoping for grandchildren. They love me regardless, though." Remus finished with a small smile as the color returned to his face. He had been shaking through his speech, but he was now claming down, melting into Sirius body.

Sirius sighed, resting his forehead against Remus' own. He looked into his eyes once more before closing them to take the final leap. "I love you."

Remus' grip tightened on Sirius back, and they held eye level. He smiled deliriously and kissed Sirius again. "I love you, Sirius. I've loved you since the first day I met you."

The rest of the day flew by in a whirlwind of secret kisses in the library and knee brushing under the table during dinner. No one knew the wiser, what with James planning another way to win Lily over and Peter fawning over how great James was at the Quiditch game two months ago.

When it was time to sleep, Sirius flung his shirt off, lifting his eyebrows at Remus across the room. Remus laughed loudly, ears turning a lovely shade of pink before he flung his own discarded shirt at the other boy.

They all finally tucked in for the night, bidding fair dreams while James noted that he defiantly would since Evans actually smiled at him today. Not long after, the sounds of even breathing filled the room and Sirius finally closed his eyes.

What a day it had been. He wouldn't have believed it if he hadn't had been there himself. Just as he was drifting into sweet sleep, the squeak of a mattress woke him and his hangings opened to reveal Remus standing there. He smiled in the darkness and put his knee on the edge of the bed.

"I just had to make sure it all wasn't a dream …"

Sirius chuckled and threw over his sheets. "Get in here, you romantic nance."

Remus settled in beside him, face pressed against the crook of his arm. He pressed his lips to Sirius' chest, kissing right over his heart. "I need to leave before they …"

"Please stay," Sirius said, kissing down to Remus' lips. Their limbs tangled together as they kissed, tongues slowly exploring, arms wrapped around another, hips and groins perfectly aligned, and knees brushing. Remus groaned, leaning his head back to take a breath. He brought a hand to Sirius' face, kissing his lips one last time.

"Go to sleep, love. I'll be here when you wake."

That night, when Sirius slept, he did not dream. He didn't have to anymore. There was no need to when what he wanted would be leaning over him, shaking him awake with a shove and a kiss in the morning. No, he no longer had to dream for that.

A.N./ If you liked it, please review! If not, leave quietly. Thank you everyone who have pushed me to finish this story. You know whom you are and I'm grateful that I could go through with it. I enjoyed it more than I thought that I would, and that was because of you! Thank you again, and blessings to you all.