Chapter 9

A/N: I'm kind of surprised at how fast I'm writing these chapters considering this story was considered dead a few days ago. In any case, enjoy.

I, Sirius Orion Black, kissed a bloke. That doesn't make me a poofter because Wormtail is just a friend, it's not like I have feelings for him. There is no way I can be gay if I don't have feelings for the boy I kissed. Then there is Prongs, but he's my best mate, of course I have strong feelings for him. They can't be feelings of attraction, could they?

Those were the thoughts that kept going through my head all night. I don't think I got a bit of sleep, which was pretty unfortunate because I need my beauty sleep. I don't look handsomely dishevelled by actually being dishevelled. It takes effort to look like I put no effort in my appearance at all. And I owe it to the ladies to look great every morning. Perhaps my actually dishevelled appearance of today was my way of letting the world I didn't care about the ladies anymore. Maybe this was my way of coming out of the closet, unintentionally of course. But maybe it was written in the stars. Oh how I wished I paid more attention in arithmancy. This was a problem that only Remus could answer.

"Hey Remus," I said as I quietly approached him in the library. "I have an important question to ask you."

He looked up from his book – it was that book again, The Late Hector Kipling, and he was almost finished it, "I'll do my best to help. What is it Pads?"

"Do you think that people can choose their own sexual orientation, or is it written in the stars? I only ask because I have an arithmancy assignment to do, and we both know I never pay attention in that class."

"Pad, first off the study of celestial bodies' affect on human lives is astrology, not arithmancy. Secondly, does this have anything to do with last night? Thirdly, I'm not Prongs, we can talk about things and I won't judge you."

"Really? Oh Remus! You have no idea –"

"Oh condition, you are not allowed to be dramatic. Once you pull out the dramatics this conversation is over."

"But –"

"Understand?"

"Alright. I don't actually have an arithmancy assignment to do – well, I might, but that is your job to know those things– anyway, I only brought it up because I'm a bit confused with my feelings. Sirius Black confused with his feelings? IT'S UNHEARD OF! –" and before I could continue Madame Pince swooped around the corner and kicked me out of the library.

So much for that plan.