Remus's only acknowledgement was a curt nod, and Sirius, if he'd had less to drink and maybe a smidge more humility, might have been disappointed at Remus's obvious lack of interest in his flirting. But according to the alcohol he'd consumed, this was going swimmingly. AU

Sirius didn’t love him any more. The thought, there in the recesses of his mind for quite some time now, hit him like a brick to the temple.

He needed help. He needed help and had no one else to go to – no one else he could trust. But Regulus was positive that if he told Sirius exactly what was happening, what he was planning to do, his brother would help him.

When Sirius claims he could shag anyone in Hogwarts, James bets him 20 galleons he can't get Remus Lupin, their quiet antisocial roommate, into bed. Slash fic.

Moony had died of loneliness, he’d realized, and all that was left was Professor Lupin.