Do you like these stars?

The room of the fifth-year Gryffondors was lit by a bitten Christmas moon. This night was cold and starry. A cold wind from the wide-open window lazily swayed the edges of the plaid of one of the beds. The two beds opposite the window looked as if no one had even been lying on the neatly made beds during their entire stay here. Although less than a week ago James Potter and Peter Pettigrew were snoring on them. But the beds that were on the sides of the window did not look so neat. On the bed to the left were piles of books, parchments, notebooks and quills, but the bed itself was neatly made. But the right bed was a little less lucky. The pillow was somehow placed on one side, she was wearing a T-shirt and a dark blue sock. A little further there was a parchment and an envelope. Trousers hung from one side of the bed, and a black sock hung from the other. Sirius and Remus were sitting on the windowsill. The lunatic pulled his legs up to him and hugged them with his arms, and the Tramp sitting opposite lowered one leg down, and the other, just like Remus, pulled him to himself. Both were thoughtfully watching the bright stars. — Siri, do you like stars?Remus whispered. - yes.. Sirius replied without taking his eyes off the stars. — And I like you! Remus said, and when he saw his friend's surprised face, he realized what a stupid thing he had said. There was an awkward silence. — Uh-uh..Sirius began. — That's not what I wanted to say! Remus, blushing, began to justify himself — I... uh... not finding words, the Lunatic simply covered his face with his hands, radiating heat. Sirius's silence was unnerving. "Won't I throw myself out the window?" Remus thought after a minute. The sleepwalker felt someone gently take his wrists and gently remove his palms from Remus' face. Sirius' red face appeared in front of him. His face got closer and closer until they could feel each other's breaths. — You know..— Sirius began quietly, — I'm not indifferent to you either.. Remus seemed numb. He had never seen Sirius embarrassed. This was a novelty. Remus wanted to say something, but Sirius's face was already dangerously close and they touched lips. After a split second, they abruptly broke away from each other and occupied the same position as before that unfortunate question. They didn't talk anymore, but Remus suspected that Sirius was thinking the same thing as he was: everything is fine now, it will be even better in the future.