Disclaimer: Why yes, I am J.K. Rowling. I happen to have a little fanfiction fetish. And since I have some time before the book comes out, I thought to myself, screw it, why not? And if you believed that, then you are a lot duller than I ever imagined.

AN: I'm not sure what really possessed me. I just thought to myself, I should write a sequel to We Need To Talk. In case you didn't notice, the epilogue was rather rushed, and I was thinking of redoing it, but than the thought just hit me that I could make a whole other story. So, read and enjoy.

The sun dawned on a new day, the blood red light filling the sky. Sirius sighed, and chewed his inner cheek a bit. Even nature was reminding of what he had done wrong. He hadn't meant to do it; he swore he hadn't. But he had. And that was all that mattered right now.

He had nearly caused the death of two people. Oh, Sirius wasn't stupid. He knew that Remus would've been killed if he had harmed Snape. And he was just grateful that James had made it there in time.

At the current moment Sirius was sitting in a chair in the common room. It was empty this early in the morning, and Sirius was left with only his thoughts for company. Snape was probably still griping to Dumbledore about how Sirius's punishment was not horrible enough. Sirius was loath to say it, but Snape was actually right. Dumbledore had arranged for Sirius to become a volunteer docent at the Werewolf Museum in Hogsmeade. The eldest Black failed to see how this was a fitting punishment. When Snape had voiced this same concern Dumbledore had merely nodded gravely and told them that they would both realize how fitting it truly was in time. The old wizard's tone had filled Sirius with shivers that even the morning light couldn't banish.

Remus, well Remus would be in the hospital wing right now. With James. And James would tell Remus everything. Sirius knew that he should've gone to Remus first thing, but he had a feeling that he should probably let it sink in. Remus was very… trusting. It would take him time to believe that his boyfriend had really done what he did. That his boyfriend had betrayed his secret.

It was a little less than a year since Sirius and Remus had first kissed. Sirius was head over heels in love, and he had managed to fuck it up already. Oh yes, he knew he loved the werewolf.

He loved everything about Remus. The way the sun highlighted his hair early in the morning. The way he managed to seem so graceful, yet so natural in everything he did. Whether it was reading, or walking, or eating, or even squirming below Sirius. No, they were not sleeping together. Though the sexual tension was getting so bad that they often had to resort to tickle fights to relieve their energies. That's what I meant.

But it didn't really matter very much at the moment. Remus was forgiving, another thing Sirius loved about him, the werewolf couldn't hold a grudge for his life, but he doubted that even Remus could forgive this. As Sirius's mind wandered to all the horrors of a life without Remus he drifted off into a restless sleep.

He was awakened an hour or so later, and the common room was still rather deserted, which wasn't a great feat, considering it was Saturday. Now it may have been a mere coincidence that the moment he was awakened coincided with the moment that Lily slapped him fairly roughly. Oh, who am I kidding, we all know it wasn't.

"Sirius Black, how could you?" she shrieked with all the emotion of a woman stood up on her wedding day; perhaps even more. Sirius merely bowed his head and drew his knees up to his chest.

"Don't you dare do that! I just saw him, you know? He's in a right state too! He's not thinking straight. He keeps calling for you. Go down there and stay with him. He's scared. He knows something has happened, but he doesn't know what." Lily finished in a softer tone as she saw the tears that spilled from Sirius's eyes. She gently wrapped her arms around the taller boy, who clung onto her immediately.

"I-I didn't mean to. I j-just lost con-control." Sirius was sobbing uncontrollably now, and while Lily prided herself at being able to handle most situations, this was above her head. She patted his back a bit, and eventually managed to ease him up.

"C'mon Sirius. You have to see him. He needs you now. You can't abandon him; not like this."

Sirius merely nodded and shuffled after her to the hospital wing, all the while praying that Remus would be okay, that he would be okay, but most of all, that they would be okay.

AN: It has come to my attention that a lot of people may read the story, but they don't review. Please take some time to review. A minute of your time makes me unbelievably giddy. You don't need an account or anything, so why not?