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Lily observed the four crumpled men who sat before her. Sirius followed her gaze and understood the suspicion on her face. The four of them were still covered in scratches, and looked like they hadn't slept in weeks. Peter was practically asleep over his plate of food. Sirius was clinging to Remus's hand like it was the only thing keeping him alive, and Remus was clinging back just as hard, finishing his seventh glass of water. James had barely made it through their vows without yawning, and now he sat slumped in his chair, one arm around Lily's shoulders.

"How was the stag do?" Lily asked.

"You know us..." James said, stifling a yawn, "We got into trouble."

"Yeah, I guessed." She said, sipping her champagne. She didn't ask what had happened. Either because she knew the answer already, or because she was just used to The Marauders antics by now.

Sirius couldn't believe his best mate was married this young. It was strange, but at the same time it was completely normal. Sirius had never expected anything less from lovestruck-James-Potter. He watched Lily scoot her chair closer to James's and smiled to himself.

He rubbed at his tired eyes, and ran his thumb along the back of Remus's hand. Yesterday, after hugging Remus for an embarrassingly long time, the four of them had walked back the way they'd come, stepping over Filch as he began to stir. They'd walked back down the dirt passage, with Sirius and James propping a weak Remus up between them.

James had helped Remus onto Sirius's back, and the four of them had walked back to the Willow, not really feeling up to the run. Luckily, the match hadn't ended yet.

Once they were back in the Shack, Sirius had noticed the absence of the map. They had all been so caught up with the idea of Remus being in the weird-transforming room, Sirius must have dropped it somewhere without anyone noticing. They had left it in the castle, to help out future mischief makers, since none of them would volunteer to go back to get it.

In the Shack, Remus had devoured his body weight in sweets and, for the first time, Sirius had felt glad he'd spent all of his money of them. Moony had still been chewing when they'd apparated back to the Potters's house. Remus had crawled into Sirius's lap and slept there like a housecat. Sirius had fallen asleep with him on James's floor.

Despite the eighteen plus hours of sleep he had had, Sirius had still felt exhausted when he'd woken up that morning. He had also been unable to let Remus out of his sight, which had made showering much more interesting.

Sirius yawned and rubbed his eyes again. Lily gasped suddenly.

"Is that a wedding ring?" She squeaked, sounding shocked.

Sirius yanked his hand away from his face quickly, and hid it under the table.

Oh yeah...

He still hadn't had chance to talk to Remus about it. Somewhere between finding Remus, and falling asleep, Sirius had neglected to mention this giant problem. Sirius risked a glance at him out the corner of his eye, feeling James, Lily, and Peter watching them with apprehension. Remus looked strangely blank.

Sirius opened his mouth to explain, but nothing would come out. He had no idea who he had married, and he had no explanation at all. Of all the things he could remember from the Stag Do, this was not one of them.

Remus stood up quickly, and Sirius stood up too. He was about to beg him not to leave, to let him explain, when he said, "Let's dance."

He held out his hand to Sirius, and, feeling a little bit lost, Sirius accepted. He allowed himself to be pulled to the dance floor. He threw a shrug at James, who just shrugged back. Once hidden behind the dancing crowd, Sirius placed his hand on Remus's shoulder, and held his other. Remus placed his free hand on Sirius's lower back, and the two of them swayed to the music. They were rather off-beat, but Sirius didn't really care.

"Moony, I can explain about the rings..." Sirius paused, "Okay, I can't, but I can try..."

Remus nodded, and the smallest twitch of a smile played on his lips. Sirius narrowed his eyes suspiciously. Remus licked his lips, he seemed to steel himself, "It's me."

"What is?"

"You married me."

Sirius stopped dancing abruptly. He couldn't think of anything to say. He should be panicking, freaking the fuck out, because he was married. He was actually, married. He was in a fully-fledged committed relationship. He was basically an adult now. He was as committed James was. He had even beaten Prongs to marriage. Sirius Black was married to his boyfriend – husband.

But he wasn't freaking out.

Well, not as much as he had expected to.

He was... He didn't really know what he was. The first word that came to his mind was "relieved". It could have been worse. He could have married a stranger. He could have married someone way worse than Remus Lupin. He choked out a laugh, and the same relieved expression that was likely on his own face, swept across Remus's.

Remus freed his hand from Sirius's back and rooted through his pockets. After a few seconds, he pulled out a matching ring and the two of them stared at it blankly. Sirius held out his hand, wearing the ring, and they waited. Neither of them spoke.

Sirius wanted to ask so many questions. Where had they gotten the rings from? Where had they found a wedding chapel willing to marry them? Had James and Peter been their best men? Had Sirius proposed? Or had Remus?

There was only one question that really mattered: Do you want to stay married?

He couldn't bring himself to ask it though. He was too afraid of the answer.

So, instead, he asked, "Who's idea was it?"

Remus looked at him incredulously, "Obviously not mine!"

Sirius laughed softly, "So if I asked you to marry me, you still agreed. I think we're both at fault."

"You more than me." Remus said. He looked back down to the ring, and pushed it onto his ring finger. Sirius couldn't control the smile that broke out on his face. He leaned up and kissed Remus, for the possible one hundredth time today. He tasted like champagne and cake, and his hands ran through Sirius's hair gently.

Pulling away the slightest bit, so he could still feel Remus's breath on him, Sirius whispered, "I kind of like them."

Remus lips curved into a smile, "Are you telling me, Sirius I'm-never-going-to-settle-down Black likes being married?"

"Maybe." Sirius shrugged half-heartedly. Remus smiled, and the crowd next to them parted just enough to allow them to see James and Lily. He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, and kissed the side of her head. They looked so happy, and so content.

Sirius felt the same. Not only did he have Remus back, but he had married him. He was married, and at one point, that had frightened the life out of him, but he was glad now. As confused as it made him feel, he felt right being married.

"I like them too." Remus whispered, his breath tickling Sirius's ear. Sirius grinned, and moved to catch his lips once more.