Wolfstar One Shots (OPEN FOR REQUESTS)

Confessions

( Requested by RemusxBlack Thank you ♡ )

Remus smiles at his date politely as she hands him a tall glass of pumpkin juice. "Thanks, Agatha," he says, taking a sip. She smiles back at him, leaning against a table to drink her own.

In the far end of the room, Sirius is trying very hard -and failing just as hard, too- to feign interest in his date. "I'm sorry, Laure," he moves his eyes on to her,"What was that?"

The girl rolls her eyes. "I said, you look distracted."

Sirius shrugs absently. She's not wrong, he is distracted. "Do you want to dance?" Laure asks. "Alright," he shrugs, holding a hand out for her to take. He leads her to the dance floor.

On the other end of the room, Remus has been presented with the same question. "Of course," he smiles at Agatha, taking her hand and leading her to the dance floor, "I'd love to."

For Remus, the music doesn't make sense. He stumbles over his feet awkwardly, clearly not used to this. Agatha can only laugh. But she doesn't let go of him, nor does she make an attempt to correct him.

For Sirius, it's the girl that makes no sense. Laure is just as boring as she is bored, and he doesn't even know why he accepted her invitation to the dance. She dances stiffly, her hands too firm on him, her lips too tightly pursed. Neither seems to be enjoying this.

Sirius can't help but glance over at Remus, laughing with Agatha. They're just holding each other, not even dancing. He looks away quickly, but Remus has already seen him. His smile fades a little, and he looks away as well.

Sirius can only bear it until the song's over. It feels like his heart is rolling back and forth in his chest, a lump is rising up his throat and suddenly he can't even fill his lungs. "I'm leaving," he can barely even speak. He feels dizzy, unsteady on his own two feet. "No you're not," Laure says firmly. It's an order. But Sirius Black was made to defy. "Watch me," he says with surprising ease, and turns around. He doesn't even wait for a response, just flees the hall, dodging the dozens of couples scattered across the Great Hall. Some of them laughing, some of them dancing. Some of them doing both.

Good for them.

No one really notices him leave either. Everyone's just too occupied staring dreaming into the eyes of the love of their lives or drowning in the melody of laughter or some clichéd nonsense of the sort. Sirius hates it. All of it.

But he's wrong. Someone does notice.

"Agatha, I..." Remus bites his lip, staring after Sirius. Agatha looks at him, her brows furrowed. "What is it?" She asks, concerned.

"I need to... I have to go. Please. I'm really sorry-"

Agatha follows his gaze to the door before moving it back to Remus. "It's okay," she smiles, "I hope it's not me..."

Remus shakes his head. "It really isn't, I promise. I'll just... I'll make it up to you." He smiles at her before running towards the entrance. He isn't as graceful as Sirius in his exit. He bumps into people, muttering a string of apologies to each one who turns around with a glare. Finally, he bursts out of the doors.

But Sirius isn't anywhere in sight.

Remus mutters a curse under his breath. There's no time to go back to the dorms and get the Map. He walks up to a painting of an old woman sitting at a tea table hung up in the corridor. "Excuse me," he taps on the frame lightly.

The old lady is reading a book, which she hides under the table in lightning speed. Remus wishes he would've seen the cover. "Oh, why, I... hello," her cheeks turn red. Remus holds in a laugh as he speaks. "I don't suppose you saw someone exit the Hall..."