Get One Thing Straight, I'm Not

Get One Thing Straight, I'm Not

Chapter 1 Remus' Recollection

"I'm incredibly attractive."

It was two o'clock in the morning and Sirius had awoken to do what he invariably did at that time; examine his perfection in the mirror.

"NO!" Remus screamed.

"What are you talking about?" demanded Sirius, stomping over to the werewolf's bed. "Of course I'm incredibly attra-" He stopped when he observed that Remus' eyes were shut and he must have shouted in his sleep. Sirius sighed and brushed the hair off his friend's sweaty face sympathetically. It was typical for Remus to have nightmares after transformation. Sirius longed for the day when he, James, and Peter could master their animagi skills and accompany him to the Shrieking Shack.

"Stop," Remus subconsciously pleaded.

Deciding to put Remus out of his misery, Sirius gently shook him awake.

Remus blinked his amber eyes open. "Siri?"

Sirius smiled. "Yeah?"

"Was I dreaming?" He looked around in confusion.

Sirius nodded.

"Thank Merlin," murmured Remus, leaning back against his pillow. This had been one of Remus' most terrifying nightmares, for his friends had all dyed their hair purple and had threatened to eat his precious chocolate if he didn't do the same. He shuddered and felt Sirius' strong arms wrap around him comfortingly. Remus began to snuggle into those arms when he realized what he was doing and abruptly pulled away. "I, uh, think I can get back to sleep now," he said awkwardly.

"Okay, g'night." Sirius stood up and comically blew his reflection a kiss before settling into his own four-poster.

I wouldn't mind giving him a snog, said a voice in the back of the lycanthrope's mind. He shook his head vigourously as if the physical action could banish the mental thought. Remus detested when unbidden romantic thoughts of Sirius invaded his brain. It was not the fact that Sirius was male that bothered him since he vividly recalled the time the previous year when Sirius announced his sexual preference.

-Flashback-

"Let's get one thing straight." Sirius gazed at his fellow Marauders and took a deep breath. "I'm not."

"Not what?" queried Peter.

"Straight."

Peter scratched his head in bewilderment. "So you're crooked?"

Sirius groaned in frustration.

James came to his rescue. "He's gay."

"Like happy?"

"No, he's homosexual."

"Oh." The chubby boy looked at Sirius. "Why?"

The limited amount of patience that Sirius had was running thin. "There isn't a 'why.' You're just born that way," he said through gritted teeth.

"Oh," Peter repeated. He appeared uncertain of how he should react to this confession, so he glanced over at James for guidance.

James looked satisfied with himself, like suspicions he'd had were confirmed. "It's all right, Siri. I get less competition with the ladies this way," he joked.

"Yeah, it's no big deal," agreed Peter instantly.

Sirius sighed with relief and turned to Remus expectantly.

"I'm very proud of you for telling us," he stated honestly. If Remus was gay he knew that he would have difficulty admitting it, however, as far as he knew he fancied neither blokes nor ladies; he simply enjoyed spending time with his mates and reading his books.

Sirius seemed to be waiting for him to say more.

"Surely, you don't think that I mind?" laughed Remus. "You accept that I turn into a monster every month, so naturally I don't care that you prefer people who pee standing up instead of sitting down."

Appreciatively, Sirius slipped an arm around Remus' shoulders; Remus could always be depended upon for assessing a situation with a practical perspective. "Thanks. You guys are the best."

"We know," James solemnly replied. Despite the fact that this was a usual arrogant response from James he was wearing a smirk that suggested he realized something the rest of them did not while he looked a Remus and Sirius, which was not normal at all.

-End of Flashback-

Now, a year later, Remus finally had developed a crush on someone. Sirius. The problem was that they were close friends, and Remus fervently attempted not to acknowledge his attraction in fear that it would endanger their friendship.