13 Years Since

1994- Harry's 4th year

 It was finally time. Remus could hardly sleep he was so nervous and excited. He woke up early and took a nice long shower. He took extra care shaving and used his best shampoo. He picked out Sirius's favorite sweater of his to wear: A soft brown one with a turtle neck. It didn't look as nice as it used to, but he knew Sirius wouldn't mind. Remus remembered not to choose button fly trousers—just in case "something" were to happen. Instead, he chose a nice pair of straight-legged jeans. They were his nicest pair. He shined his brown leather Oxford shoes and wore those too.

Remus looked in the mirror and smiled at his reflection. He looked nice. He looked nervous. He looked excited. He looked like he was in love.

Sirius tried his hardest to look put together. He had tried to wash his hair, using only the water in a small stream. He was starting to regret inviting Remus—he was never going to look as handsome as him; he was living in an effing CAVE! Still, he really, really wanted to see Moony. As Padfoot, he was able to snag a fresh pair of socks, which was nice. Some elderly witch had put a shirt on him when it was chilly one day, too. It was a simple white T-shirt, which Sirius had also washed that morning in the stream.

He looked in the mirror. He looked okay; he knew Remus wouldn't mind the roughness of his appearance. He looked happy, glowing. He hadn't looked like that in a very long time. He ruffled his hair.

Sirius checked his watch. 8:00. Remus would be here any minute. He had left a note in the Shrieking Shack telling him to come to the cave. Remus was usually late, so it didn't shock Sirius. He knew he'd come.

Just then, Remus stepped into the cave. His hair was slightly disheveled, and he had the sleeves of his sweater rolled up. His leather teacher bag was hanging from his right shoulder. Sirius stood to face him. He looked up into his eyes. They stood like this for a minute; taking it all in. Finally, Remus spoke.

"Hello Sirius," he said, for he didn't know what else to say. Suddenly, Sirius ran to him and threw his arms around him, embracing him in a tight hug. Remus laid his head on Sirius's, hugging him as though he were the only thing he cared about—which was almost true.

"Hello Moony," Sirius whispered. He squeezed him once more and then let go, sitting on a large rock. Remus did the same. "What's in the bag?"

"Oh, um." Remus shifted his bag so it was on his lap. "Some food for tonight—and some wine, a blanket, some hygiene things for you—I just thought you'd want them, a book, and um. . . condoms." He blushed as though he were a fifteen-year-old again. Sirius grinned, glad Remus had thought of that last one.

"Thank you. Um. . . should we eat?"

"Yes, I think that would be nice." Remus pulled a bottle of red wine, two wine glasses, some cheese, a loaf of French bread, and (of course) some chocolate out of his bag. He also laid a patched quilt on the ground.

"Oh, Moony! You are such a romantic!" This made Remus blush even more. What was going on with him tonight?

The two boys—men—sat on the blanket. Remus opened the wine and poured them each a glass. Sirius took a sip.

"I'm glad we did this," he said.

"Me too," Remus agreed.

After they had eaten and had a few glasses of wine (just enough to make Remus a little tipsy,) the couple laid out on the quilt. Remus was curled up at Sirius's chest, playing with Sirius's fingers.

"You have lovely hands," Remus breathed, kissing each of Sirius's fingers.

"Thanks. . . ." Sirus breathed absentmindedly, stroking Remus's light brown hair.

Remus turned over to face Sirius. Sirius moved his head slowly toward Remus's, his breath tickling Remus's nose. Their lips met, and warmth spread through their bodies. Remus laid back, and Sirius followed, laying on his chest. They parted their lips; it was hard not to. Remus tasted like chocolate and sunshine and love. Sirius moaned as Remus moved his hands slowly up is back, lifting his shirt as he went.

"Get the bag. . . ," Remus whispered. Sirius's hands found the bag in the dark; his heart jumped.