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Sirius grabbed Remus by his shirt collar and pulled him into a rough, hasty kiss. He took a few steps backwards, until he felt the cold stone of the castle wall against his back, dragging Remus with him - their hungry mouths still attached. Remus's hands were freezing and far too bony as they slid underneath Sirius's shirt, but the caress felt wonderful against his burning skin.
The all-too-familiar voice of Albus Dumbledore caused them both to jump in alarm. "Dear, dear! A professor and a convicted murderer behaving like a couple of teenagers. Shouldn't you know better at your age?"