A/N: Yay, my first slash! Aren't you guys proud? Anyway, it's Sirius/Remus becuase they're may favorite, and it takes place mid-end of Phoenix. Technically, it's better as HBP era, but since Siri got the axe... (sob) geez, I'm still not over that. Okay, read, read! Unless slash bugs you. In that case, just don't read!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I'm out of creative 'if I did's at the time being, but I'll try again later.

What If It's You?

Sirius rushed into his room, slammed the door shut, and plopped onto the bed like a sulking child. He lay on his back, with his feet still on the ground.

He wasn't even allowed to go to the bloody Muggle supermarket anymore. 'No, no, I'll do it,' Arthur had said, before Sirius was banished to his bedroom again. He was only acting like a child because he was being treated like one. And he wouldn't put it above himself to sneak out – he'd done it before here, he knew everyway to get out of this house without being caught. And that was with protective spells.

Maybe he would sneak out…

A knock on the door interrupted Sirius's thoughts. He stood up and said, "Come in."

Remus slipped into the room. He glanced around, and upon seeing Sirius and him were alone, looked relieved.

"Did you talk to Nymphadora yet?" Sirius guessed while Remus shut the door behind him.

"Not yet, but she'll probably find a chance soon enough," Remus sighed.

"So she fancies you. I don't see how that's a bad thing," Sirius lied.

"I know she does, and I've had enough of the 'give it a chance' speech from Molly, thanks," Remus ran a hand through his hair, aggravated. "Sorry. It's just…"

"It's all right, Rem. You don't have to explain," said Sirius with a half smile.

"I don't know if I can," said Remus truthfully. "We may have a thing, but I'm in no position to… She wants to talk about it, but I can't."

Sirius studied his friend. "He admits there is a 'thing'?"

"You look jealous," Remus joked, smiling slightly.

"I am," Sirius admitted, and Remus's smile changed into a mixture of shock and sadness.

"Really, I don't think of her that way. It isn't like that – not that, I have someone and you don't…" Remus sighed again, looking at his friend painfully, "It's horrible of them to keep you locked up here. I see why and all, but… Well, you're Sirius. It's different for you. You're different…. Anyhow, there is no reason for you to be… jealous of that."

"No…" said Sirius, considering something. "I'm jealous of her."

"Why?"

"Because she has you."

Remus stared at Sirius for a moment, and it looked like he was blushing, but he looked away before Sirius could be sure. "She doesn't… I mean, I don't think she even likes me that much – we just spend more time together because of – she doesn't…"

"Rem, I've seen the way she looks at you," said Sirius, patting Remus on the shoulder. "It's like puppy love."

Remus raised an eyebrow at the phrase. Sirius had let it slip out, as things you've been thinking about lately sometimes do in conversation. Sirius knew it was for an entirely different reason that Remus looked appreciative. Sirius knew that Remus didn't feel that way. Sirius just knew… but he didn't want to.

"That's catchy," commented Remus, sending Sirius out of his revere. Sirius shrugged and looked out the window.

"Honestly," he said, "I understand why they can't let me out – and don't you tell anyone that because Sirius Black doesn't give in. Well, not publicly anyway… But I can handle myself."

"I know you can." Remus said, walking over to Sirius and following his gaze. "But you'll be safer here. It's better… the war is coming."

"The war is here. And, in case you hadn't realized," Sirius added, looking at Remus in mock shame, "the last one didn't turn out so well."

Remus laughed humorlessly, "I had realized that, believe it or not."

"I'm worried, last time it was James. And Lily. Rem, what if…" Sirius stared at his feet, it was killing him to think like this – and now to say it out loud.

"I'm sure Harry will be fine, Siri."

"I wasn't talking about Harry."

"Oh?" Remus asked, surprised. "Well who?"

Sirius struggled to say what he needed to – the truth. He looked Remus in the eye and said,

"What if this time… what if it's you?"

A crease formed between his eyebrows, and Sirius had to look away. When he turned back, Remus's face was blank. If Sirius hadn't known him so well, he wouldn't have been able to detect the thing – even James couldn't do it, it was a connection the two had always had – in his eyes. It was something Sirius now realized he'd been looking for, for years. Maybe it was realization, maybe it was love, or maybe it was something else entirely, but whatever it was, it made Sirius take a step closer.

Their lips touched, and Sirius forgot to care about the war, to worry for Harry, to fear for his friend.

Sirius felt Remus's hands find his hair, he wound his fingers through it. Sirius pushed Remus over to the dresser, and put his hands on either side of him, pinning him against it. Remus untangled his hands from Sirius's hair, and put them on his neck where his pulse was threatening to kill. Sirius started to unbutton Remus's shirt, and he put one hand on Sirius's waist. Half finished unfastening Remus's shirt, Sirius stretched his hands above Remus, resting his palms on the dresser above his head and leaning further into him.

Remus pulled away first, his eyes confused. They searched Sirius's, looking for some sort of explanation. Sirius felt his heart drop through his stomach. He looked at his feet and tried to step back, but Remus grabbed his arm and held him in place.

The debate clear in his eyes, Remus slowly moved his hand to Sirius's chin, and leaned in. The kiss was soft, a little uncertain. Sirius, still panting slightly from before, placed his hand below the collar of Remus's shirt and felt the werewolf's heartbeat – fast, although the kiss remained delicate. Sirius felt Remus snake his arm around him, and Sirius leant in, closer –

And then Molly Weasley stormed in.

"Where have you two bee-? Oh!" She paused, her face stunned expressionless. She closed her eyes, squeezing them shut. Remus was across the room in half a second.

"Thank you, Molly. I'll just… Supper is ready?" he asked, buttoning his shirt. Molly nodded, still keeping her eyes shut. She was bypassing red, turning a purple-ish maroon color. Remus muttered "thanks" again, and stepped around her where she stood in the doorway, her hand still grasping the knob.

Sirius heard Remus climbing down the stairs. After a few moments, Molly opened her eyes and took a deep breath.

"Dinner's about ready," she said weakly, talking to the top of the dresser.

"I'll be down there," answered Sirius, still facing the dresser, his back to her.

Molly nodded again, and walked off absently. Sirius sighed and lifted a hand to the dresser for support. He took a step forward and leaned his head against it, the scent of musky wood filing his head. It didn't smell nearly as good as Remus. Sirius wondered if it tasted as good as Remus. He also wondered if anything did.

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