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Why fucking your best friend is not such a good idea, a tale by Sirius Black

It must be said in his favor that Sirius does not get angry at first. When he gets up on Monday morning at the insistence of James Potter and sees the bed on his left empty, he doesn't get angry. Perhaps he feels a slight irritation but nothing happens because Sirius almost always feels slight irritation from one thing or another. Remus woke up earlier. It's normal and Merlin must be laughing at ease because it must be the first time that he hooks up with someone and it bothers him not to see him the next morning. "Kicking me like a stray dog? disgusting, Lupin".

He looks for him. Well, he is not actually looking for him because he still has a little dignity left. But he takes a few laps around the school. Each one bothers him more than the previous one. Because frankly, is it normal not turning out to be anywhere? He finds it difficult to assimilate but everything indicates that he is, if we must say that clearly, avoiding him. "Avoiding m- Shit man, fucking face it and fucking dance". By the third round he does to the castle, he decides that yes, that he is looking for him. It's not that he knows what he's going to tell him but if he thought of everything he has to do he would never do anything.

The garden, the dining room, various classes. The owlery. Divination tower. Gryffindor Common room. Anywhere.

It's not even half normal, damn it, that he let him down like that. So like that. It is not that, well, it is not that he wanted anything with him. Well, maybe something but not quite that. But aren't they friends? "Friends who kiss". Good friends. It is assumed that they are best friends. "Best friends who kiss". And what happened in the bathroom, wow, it's not like that happens every day. Well, it happens a lot to Sirius. But with girls, damn it, not with one of his fucking best friends.

-Fuck- he says out loud.

A group of Ravenclaw girls stares at him from a corner of the hall and they smile at him sweetly. Seeing them makes him even angrier. He could hook up with any of those girls (If his memory doesn't defraud him, he kissed one of them in a truth or dare during his third year, of which he does not have a clear memory due to the enormous quantity of Butterbeer ingested. And yet what does he do? Looking for a guy who hardened his cock last night, and now is freaking avoiding him.

"So he likes guys but he doesn't like me enough to speak to me".

In the end, he seeks him on the map.

He flicks his wand. "I solemnly swear that I'm up to no good". And there he is. Two steps that don't move, in a corner of the library. The map says "Remus Lupin". And Sirius runs off in less what it takes to say "Mischief managed" and hide the map under James' mattress, along with the invisible cloak. He comes running to the library where he has not been more than three times in six years, losing his breath going down the stairs three at a time. Even though he's not losing his breath only for that

He loses his breath for him.

A few meters from him. Absorbed in the task of ordering books and pointing to a parchment he has in his hands. It's Remus, of course. The eminence of his course, the one who lets him copy his exams and always has the appropriate answer, and says "It's enough, Sirius" when the bad fleas bring out the worst of him and he spends hours reading and too much time in the infirmary. It is Remus who knows him better than anyone. But he's also the Remus he hasn't have a clue of. The guy who had his cock hard last night in the bathroom. The one who moaned when Sirius licked his neck. The one who was panting and sighing and looked like he was about to cum and it was driving him crazy.

With that Remus, he has no idea how to behave.

So he looks at him in the distance, from a distant hallway. And he prefers not to think because if he thinks he wonders how his skin tastes in the morning.When not thinking becomes impossible, he turns and collides withMalfoy on the way to who-knows-where.

- Look where you're going, Black. College is not safe lately. You can have an accident.

- I would love to stay and break your face, Malfoy but I don't have time for subtleties, so if you want me to punch you out, tell me. If you just want to warm me up, save it because I'm already burning.

For once, Malfoy is speechless. The season has already finished but Sirius decides to get up to his broom and exercise for a while. Sometimes quidditch and bad fleas seem to be the only thing he won't let go of.