Sirius wasn't sure what made him finally act on his feelings for Remus after so many years. Maybe it was the thirteen years in Azkaban, or the fact that he had seen his godson die then come back to life in the final battle against Voldemort. But as the dust settled around them his first thought were of the warn werewolf.

He stumbled through the Great Hall, tripping over chunks of the ceiling that had fallen to the floor in the chaos and avoiding the bodies of the injured or the dead. For a brief moment he worried that Remus would be among them, but a quiet call of 'Sirius' turned his head.

The werewolf was worse for wear, a long gash over his left eye was pouring blood down his face, and his patchwork cloaks were torn to shreds, but other than that he was mostly fine. He was alive, and Sirius thanked whatever divine power there was for that small miracle.

"You're alive," Sirius whispered wrapping his arms around his friend, "you're alive."

Remus chuckled. "I am. Did you expect any less of me?"

He returned the embrace with just as much force as Sirius, and the two stood like that for a long minute, oblivious to the anguish and destruction around them. Sirius felt his eyes prickle and he was worried that he might actually cry.

"I don't know what I would have done. If you had died I mean." He said pulling back to look his friend in the eye.

Remus smiled weakly. "I'm sure you could survive without me. After all you have Harry to look out for now."

Sirius frowned and reached up a hand to brush away some of the blood that was dripping into Remus' eyes.

"I don't think I could Rem, I love you, always have." His words were quiet and Remus had to strain to hear the other's voice over the crowds.

The werewolf was stunned for a minute, and Sirius worried that he had gone too far, but then a pair of lips were pressed against his own. Remus was holding him close moving his chapped lips against Sirius' still ones. After recovering from his shock Sirius responded back passionately reaching around to clutch at the werewolf, trying to eliminate all space between them. Although it was loud and the room stunk of death, Sirius himself wasn't all that fresh, and Remus' stubble was scraping Sirius' face in painful ways, it was still the best kiss Sirius had ever had.

When they pulled apart Remus didn't let go of the dark haired man, worried that if he let the other go it would all disappear. "I've loved you since fourth year, maybe even before that. Why didn't you ever tell me?" The werewolf asked.

"I…I thought you wouldn't feel the same. I was worried that I'd scare you away, and I'd rather have you as a friend then not have you at all." Sirius' voice was quiet but he was so close to Remus that the werewolf could feel the warmth of his breath against his face.

"I've always loved you Sirius," Remus said pulling the other in to kiss him again, "and I always will."