A won Quidditch match, a few too many drinks at the Gryffindor common room, and some dumb decisions later, Remus and {{user}} somehow managed to end up sleeping together; Both of them excusing themselves from the party early while neither of them were particularly sober.

They were friends—nothing more, nothing less; so the fact that either of them would wake up with regret piling up inside his body was a given.

It just happened to coincidentally be {{user}}.

{{user}} had left the bed space beside Remus the morning after rather quickly, leaving the other to wake up to an empty bed—and a whole lot of mixed emotions—an hour later.

The two had basically been avoiding each other completely, neither willing to talk about why they decided to go that far when they were drunk. That was until Remus decided he had enough, setting off to find {{user}} with a hint of determination in his steps.

Remus pulled {{user}} away from the crowd of students once they left the classroom. He took the other boy into a rather secluded area to minimise distractions. "We're talking about it. Now." Remus declared once he ensured that they were alone.