It was a sunny Saturday morning in November, much to the distaste of one Remus Lupin. He cursed whichever idiot had opened the curtains, thereby allowing the evil sunlight to permeate the room and through the crack in his bed curtains, shining precisely in his eyes.

He had never been much of a morning person, surprisingly.

No, that kind of business was best left to people like James and Sirius, who were so energetic they could bounce eagerly out of bed and face the morning with broad grins on their faces, ready to torment poor Remus with witty comments, lewd jokes, and Sirius's gorgeous body.

That last one unintentionally, of course.

Because, much as he hated to admit it, Remus Lupin was not only a werewolf, but he was gay. And not only was he gay, but he had a horrible, mind-consuming, heart-pounding, throat-constricting crush on Sirius Black.

Not that there's anything wrong with being gay, he amended himself, as these thoughts were running through his mind. It just tends to make things a little more difficult.

And of course it did make things more difficult, because his crush on Sirius had not ended as he had predicted 7 months ago, when the feelings had first started. Instead, they had grown with each passing week, until he had fallen totally in love with Sirius.

He would never tell Sirius, though, because the price of their friendship was not worth it. When Sirius rejected him (as of course he would, seeing as he had gone through 18 girlfriends within the past 3 months – not that Remus had been counting) things would become awkward, and never again would Sirius bestow him with that beautiful smile, or hug him as a thank you for helping him with studying.

No, he would not, could not lose that.

And with that depressing thought, Remus dragged himself slowly out of bed, ready to maim, strangle, or murder whoever had opened that blasted curtain that had yanked him out of his dreams and back into cruel reality.