Pinky Promise || Wolfstar

Chapter 11

"Padfoot."

Padfoot jumped off the bed and into Remus' arms, almost bowling him over into the hallway, and suddenly Remus was grinning, laughing as Padfoot licked away his tears, fingers gripping Padfoot's wiry fur, feeling lighter than he had in thirteen years.

Remus sat up, his arms still wrapped around Padfoot, whose paws rested on Remus' shoulders as he cried into his fur. Padfoot transformed into Sirius, his arms now wrapped around Remus' neck, shaking with sobs as he shoved his face into the crook of Remus' neck like he used to when they were in school. His tears trailed down Remus' neck, and Remus felt his own tears drip off his face into Sirius' long dirty hair, which was a far cry from the thick and glossy hair he'd had in his youth—but that didn't matter, because Sirius was here, and he was home, after thirteen long years,

After an aeon, they pulled away—still too soon, in Remus' opinion—and they just stared at each other for a moment. Sirius was horribly thin, with dark circles under his eyes and his porcelain skin hidden under a layer of dirt, only broken by trails left by tears and thin scratches, but his eyes were shining with happiness, and that was the most beautiful sight Remus had seen in a long time.

Remus took Sirius' face in his hand, his cutting jawline still fitting perfectly with Remus' hands—they'd always fitted together perfectly, really—and finally kissed him.

It perhaps wasn't the best kiss, all things considered; it was clumsy, and messy, and desperate, but Remus couldn't care less, because it was Sirius in front of him—Sirius' lips being traced by his own, Sirius' hair under his fingers. Remus pulled away a fraction, his lips still barely grazing Sirius', foreheads resting against one another, and he murmured, "I love you too."

Sirius huffed a gentle laugh, and smiled, more tears running down his face. Remus ran a thumb against Sirius' cheekbone—too prominent, but still as aristocratic as ever—and wiped away a tear, before drawing his wand and casting a gentle scourgify over Sirius' skin and hair.

He suddenly remembered the sausages and pulled them out—they were a little squashed, but would still taste fine.

Sirius grabbed one and ate it in three large bites, before reaching for the second one. "Have you eaten, Rem?"

Remus grimaced. "No."

Sirius sighed and rolled his eyes, breaking the sausage in half and holding it to Remus' lips. He opened his mouth obediently, just to see Sirius smile in satisfaction. Sirius ate his own half, before waving away the third sausage Remus offered.

"You eat that, you need it."

Remus rolled his eyes. "No, you need it, all that time in..." he didn't finish his sentence, but still gave Sirius a stern look until he rolled his eyes and took the sausage, taking a large bite.

"Come on," Remus stood from the floor and held his hand out to help Sirius up.

"Hang on, I'm dizzy," Sirius swayed after a moment as the blood rushed from his head, and Remus quickly wrapped his arms around his torso to steady him.

"Better?" Remus dropped his head onto Sirius' shoulder and sighed when he hugged him back. "I missed this," he murmured, "so much."

Sirius quickly swallowed the rest of the sausage. "Me too, Moony, Merlin I missed you so much. I'm so sorry, I—"

"Hey," Remus lifted his head, "It's okay. There's nothing to be sorry about."

Fresh tears welled up in his eyes. "It's my fault, Rem, I'm the one who—"

"Shh, it's okay," Remus said again, brushing the hair out of his face, "we're together now. Everything's alright." Everything wasn't alright, not yet, but it would be. "I pinky promise."

Sirius laughed weakly, sending his tears running down his face, and he cupped Remus' face in his hand, gently running his thumb over his cheek. "Oi, don't fall asleep on me," he laughed when Remus closed his eyes and sighed in contentment, "if you're going to take a nap and use me as a pillow, at least let me get to the bed first!"

"Sounds perfect," Remus wrapped his fingers around his wrist and pulled him to the bed, falling backwards onto the creaky mattress and opening his arms wide for Sirius.

"What, really?" Sirius asked incredulously, but didn't object as he was pulled on top of Remus.

Threading his fingers through Sirius' hair, Remus felt a knot in his chest unravel as he watched his husband rest his head on his chest, falling into a peaceful sleep.

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Remus woke from his light sleep when he felt a pair of lips gently kiss his forehead. It took him a split–second to remember that Sirius was here. "Morning," he lifted his head to press a kiss to Sirius' cheeks.

"Morning, Moony," Sirius rewarded him with a warm smile, blinking at him with his eyes still puffy from tears. "What time is it?"

"Oh, right." Remus patted his pockets for his wand, eventually having to playfully shove Sirius off of him to reach the right pocket. A wordless tempus told him that it was just past nine—breakfast hadn't ended yet, since it always went later on the weekends.

"We should head back soon," Remus reached for Sirius' hand to give it a squeeze. "But first—" he rolled over onto Sirius, trapping him against the mattress and giving him a hard kiss.

Sirius laughed in surprise, letting his head fall back against the bed as he tangled his fingers in Remus' hair, and he giggled when Remus responded with a low growl in the back of his throat. Remus laughed despite himself, and then Sirius burst into laughter. "You just kissed my teeth, you prat!"

"I'm out of practice!" Remus protested, propping himself up on his elbows.

"You better be," Sirius smirked, kissing him on the nose. "Alright, get off of me, we've got to go."

It seemed that Sirius had an ulterior motive, however, for once they were both upright, Sirius spun around, shoving Remus against the wall and pressing his lips to his neck, just above his collarbone.

"Sirius," Remus gasped, clutching his tattered robes to pull him closer, "don't you dare leave a mark—"

"Oh please, don't tell me you forgot the healing spell," Sirius grinned wickedly, peppering his neck with kisses.

"At this rate, we'll never make it to the castle," Remus breathed.

"Yeah, I suppose you're right." Sirius pulled away reluctantly, smirking at the flush across Remus' face.

"You should change into Padfoot," he responded, drawing his wand to tidy up his hair. "I don't know how well Severus would take to you waltzing through the castle. At least in dog form, all he can do is spit out his pumpkin juice and sound like a raving lunatic."

Sirius, who had initially snarled at the mention of Severus, grinned. "I like the way you think, Moony." He quickly transformed into Padfoot, happily waving his tail in the air.

Remus pulled the Map out of his pocket to find Harry, not thinking much about it until Padfoot nudged it with his nose, staring at it with wide eyes. "Can you believe that I caught Harry wandering around after curfew with it?" Remus chuckled, "I see a lot of Lily in him, but that was exclusively James. He looks like him, too—except his eyes. But you remember that." Padfoot nodded, giving Remus' hand a gentle lick. Remus absentmindedly scratched behind Padfoot's ears as he first checked the Gryffindor dorm rooms, surprised to see that Harry wasn't in bed—it was a Saturday, after all. He then checked the hall, and the kitchens, before finally spotting Harry's name.

"Come on, Pads, he's in the courtyard." They took a long, winding path around the castle, Sirius happily bounding around, chasing the butterflies that danced among the wildflowers.