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Summary: After a drunken night at a party, Sirius and Remus find themselves physically attracted to each other, but can it lead to more?

A/N: Hey everyone, it's been a while since I've written anything (5 years in fact) so I thought I'd get back into it again. Thank you to everyone who still reads my stories and favourite me and comment on them. I hope you enjoy this one – be warned, it does contain slash.

Believe In Love

Chapter One

Remus was unbelievably drunk. It was unbelievable because Remus J. Lupin did not get drunk. Ever. Tonight however seemed to be an exception. Perhaps it was because they were celebrating; Gryffindor had after all won their first match against Hufflepuff. It may also have had something to do with the fact that Sirius Black was in charge of the drinks.

"Come on, Moony! One more for luck!" Sirius shouted jovially, thrusting yet another Firewhisky under Remus' nose.

"I think I've had enough" Remus slurred, struggling to form a coherent sentence.

"If you're still upright, you haven't nearly had enough!"

Despite Sirius' frequent acquaintance with alcohol; he still appeared unable to hold his liquor, even more so than Remus who rarely touched the stuff. James on the other hand used it as an advantage to say whatever he liked to Lily Evans, his dearest crush, only later to deny saying anything to her to prevent disembowelment. As for Peter, he was already stark out on the nearest sofa, snoring profusely and occasionally drooling.

The Gryffindor common room was in full party mode; arrangements had been made previous to the match itself by James who had requested plenty of food and drink from the house elves in the kitchens, having already predicted Gryffindors victory.

"There was no question" he boasted loudly to several giggling fifth years. "What with the best Chaser and Beater in the whole school on the team!" James took this opportunity to grab Sirius around the shoulders and pull him in for a somewhat manly one-armed squeeze.

"Sorry to interrupt your little self-praising love-fest, but Lupin looks like he's about to topple over so you might want to see to him" Lilly commented, raising her eyebrows and walking away swiftly, much to James' displeasure. He had been rather taken with Lilly Evans especially towards the end of his fifth year when he had began to mature somewhat, not that she had noticed this of course.

Whilst James looked mournfully at the back profile of the object of his affection, Sirius rushed forwards to steady Remus who as it turned out, had indeed had enough to drink.

"Let's get you up to bed, eh?" Sirius said gruffly, attempting to balance himself whilst holding tightly around Remus' midriff to prevent him falling over.

"I thought you said...I hadn't had... enough" Remus stated with difficultly; Sirius' tight grip making it difficult to breathe.

"Well you have now" Sirius replied, practically dragging Remus up the staircase.

When they had finally arrived upstairs, Remus' head was swimming with dizziness. "I don't feel so good" he told Sirius weakly.

Sirius smiled softly, feeling quite sorry for the dejected boy in his arms and also slightly amused. Remus had always been the mature one of the group and yet here he was, drunk and queasy as a result. Sirius couldn't help but chuckle quietly to himself.

"What you laughing at?" Remus accused in what he thought was a defiant tone but made him sound more like a wounded puppy. Sirius simply laughed louder; clearly the firewhisky was going to his head slightly. Remus merely pouted and attempted to extract himself from Sirius' iron-tight grip but Sirius was less than relenting, fearing Remus would topple over suddenly if he let him go.

Instead, Sirius tried to drop Remus gracefully onto his bed to hopefully let him sleep it off. Remus however had gotten to the stage of drunkenness in which he was starting to get rather desolate and moody and so he decided to drag Sirius onto the bed next to him, resulting in a startled yelp from the black-haired boy.

"What did you do that for?" Sirius demanded, slightly flushed in the cheeks.

"Sorry" Remus replied sheepishly, "Just wanted a little company for a bit".

"Well you could have just asked" Sirius muttered dryly. Remus bowed his head disconsolately. "What's wrong?" Sirius asked, starting to get concerned.

"Oh nothing" Remus sighed heavily. Sirius laughed again, Remus was normally so reserved and quiet and now it was quite clear he wanted Sirius to press the issue of what was bothering him.

"Come on then, lay it on me" Sirius said, opening his arms to mirror his words.

Remus did something completely unexpected then. He kissed Sirius, hard, on the mouth. Sirius was too stunned to react at first. Remus was obviously a little sloppy, being drunk as he was but Sirius found himself rather enjoying it. He'd kissed a few girls in the past and done various other activities per say, but it was nothing compared to this. Remus' kiss was hungry, desperate and Sirius was kissing him just as hungrily back.

Of course in the back of his mind he was screaming at himself: "What are you doing?! This is one of your best friends! And he's a bloke!" But Sirius ignored the voice because it didn't matter right now because they were simply two boys, enjoying wet, hot lips smouldering together, the physical attraction between each other blatant and yet unexplored. As Remus slipped his tongue suddenly into Sirius' mouth, Sirius groaned in pleasure and found himself thinking that he was glad Remus had gotten drunk tonight.