Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling.

Remus padded back down the second floor corridor. He moved carefully as the only light to see by was the moonlight filtering through the windows. "Sirius?" he called softly.

"I'm here, Remus!" called Sirius' voice from out of the gloom.

Remus crept forward a couple of strides and laughed when he saw Sirius huddled in the doorway of a transfiguration classroom, one hand holding a cigarette and the other cradling a bottle of wine.

"Nobody saw me?" asked Remus.

"Not a soul," replied Sirius. He stood up and extinguished the cigarette under his foot. "Here's to the Marauder's." Sirius offered Remus the bottle of wine and Remus, who neither drank nor smoked, took a swig anyway.

"Cheers," he said huskily. He drank deeply and stared at the bottle in astonishment when he realised he had drank nearly half. The dark red liquid was already warming his belly and leaving him feeling slightly intoxicated.

"Transfiguration will be fun tomorrow," said Sirius. He laughed gleefully but Remus just watched him, wondering if he was drunk or if Sirius' eyes were indeed sparkling like sapphires.

"Let's finish the wine," murmured Sirius.

Twenty minutes later, he half-carried Remus away from the transfiguration classrooms and towards their common room. They stopped outside the portrait hole and Remus sank to the ground. "I'm drunk!" he declared happily.

"True," said Sirius. He knelt down beside Remus. "You're quite beautiful," he whispered, trailing one finger along Remus' forehead and fingering one of the honey-coloured curls that lay there.

And Remus stared at him, transfixed, as Sirius leaned in to kiss him, before closing his eyes as Sirius' velvet lips met his own.

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The following morning Professor Thomson found his classroom had been turned into a jungle. The only evidence left behind by the culprit was a crushed cigarette and a discarded wine bottle.

The following morning Remus had a dreadful headache but remembered nothing about the kiss.