Tresbonde & SnufflyPadfoot ~ The complications of wanting to bang your best friend.
It hits him like a wave crashes over rocks, and it’s something Sirius was quite unprepared for. The feeling makes his breath hitch and words vanish. McGonagall would have rejoiced at that.
It’s not the gender that shocks the shamed Black, but more the fact of whom.
The entire realization sets the wheels in his head turning, desperately trying to pinpoint the exact moment in time when his feelings for one, Remus Lupin, became more than platonic. It was quite possibly when he let him steal his bacon.
The gryffindor blinks, clearing his throat and slams the book in front of him shut. The noise is a welcome distraction and it pulls him back into reality and away from the musings of how his long time friend’s lips would taste. ❝I honestly could not give a shit about potions.❞ He declares, eyes not leaving Lupin for a second. ❝Let’s go do something fun.❞ And by fun, he of course meant, mischievous.