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Sirius laughed. “I’ll levitate you if you want, but I am not carrying you.”

“Who says romance is dead,”

“Sirius?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re magic.”

“You’re back on the team!”

Suddenly, he felt alive with energy, hardly able to wait until the moment he got his broomstick back in his hands.

On his first exhale, breathing out smoke, Remus said,

“I’m really happy for you. About the quidditch. You deserve it.”

After a moment, Remus’s hand came up to cup the side of his face; he slipped the spliff out of Sirius’s fingers, pulling him forward and kissing him, gently.

“It’s forgiven,” he murmured, “I mean it.”

. I don’t deserve you, he thought, staring up at the boy in front of him, I don’t deserve you, but I’m going to try every day to change that

Remus shrugged, clearly not in a very talkative mood. His eyes had dropped from Sirius’s face to his hips—he hadn’t realised that he’d started swaying in time with the music, but he quickly became aware of it as Moony’s eyes darkened in a hungry, familiar way

“Make you understand?! Fucking hell, ok, go on then. Understand that I’m climbing the bloody walls with worrying and stressing and…it’s NEWTs and the bloody moon and my fucking mother crying because I can’t see her tomorrow because my fucking dad couldn’t control his fucking temper and now I’m…and Marlene crying over her brother, which wasn’t even my fucking fault, but it bloody well feels like it, and school’s nearly finished, and there’s a war on, and a quidditch match and this big prank, and my hip hurts, and I’m just tired, and I really, really wanted pudding!”

“Thank you,” he whispered feverishly, passionately, crushing their lips together, “Thank you, thank you…”

Anything, Sirius thought, as Remus’s mouth moved along his neck, as his hands slipped under his shirt, I’d do anything for you, Moony.