"Hello, Hogwarts and welcome to the last quidditch match of the season!" Remus said, speaking loudly into the microphone as the players walked out from their respective locker rooms. As they all lined up Remus handed the microphone over to Peter, who proceeded to rattle off the names of each player with joy. 

Remus had always been the commentary to the games since their third year, but this was the first time the teachers had allowed the two of them to be in the booth together. Remus thought it was about responsibility, but in reality, it was because the staff didn't particularly wish for two Marauders to have the microphone at the same time. But, it was their sixth year and Dumbledore hadn't seen anything wrong with letting two (relatively) mature teenagers comment on one simple quidditch game, so here they were. 

"And now the captains from both team with shake hands and we can begin!" Peter said, watching James and the Slytherin captain shake hands for a brief second before kicking off, the other players following in their example. Remus didn't particularly care for the game much, but he did enjoy making light jokes and talking about the players. 

"And another beautiful goal to the Gryffindor captain. I don't wish to say more in fear of blowing up his ego." James laughed and gave Remus the finger as he flew by. 

"Fuck you Moony!" He screamed, making the students laugh. He then turned mid-air, shooting of after the quaffle again, determined to steal it from the Slytherins again, and show of to Lily in the process. 

Meanwhile, Sirius was having a blast, firing of bludger after bludger at his little brother, caring little for the other players. It was his usual tactics in games. Mess with his brother for a few minutes, in the beginning, making sure that he was visible, before waiting for the voice of his friend. 

"And here we see Black ignoring the rest of the game, as per usual, in favor of being a horrible older brother. Great work Pads, great work. Meanwhile the other Black is currently heading for the Gryffindor goals, the quaffle looking very safe in his arms."

And there it was. Sirius loved how Remus made jokes, and he was very happy when he told them he would be the quidditch commentator in their third year. That was probably the biggest reason Sirius had for joining the team. He had harbored a crush on the werewolf since their second year, but he had never acted on it, too afraid of rejection. So he tried to make the best of it, doing silly things in hopes that Remus would notice him. 

James rushed by, flicking Sirius in the back of his head to catch his attention. "Dude, there are other players here then Regulus and you. Try to help the team will you? I swear, your crush on Rems is getting out of hand. Focus." 

Sirius huffed, gripping his bat tighter as a blush rose to his face. "I know Prongs. Don't worry, we'll win for sure this time. And my crush on Remus has nothing to do with it. But you, on the other hand, should stop making gogo eyes at Evans." 

And with that he took off, cackling madly as he sent a nasty bludger to the Slytherins trying to assist Regulus, forcing them to break formation and fly away.

"And a wonderful play by the red Black, opening up for Potter and McKinnon to get the quaffle. Will the Gryffindorks succeed, or will the Slytherswins score, making the scores even as we enter the break-period."

McGonagall gave Remus a sharp glare, disapproving of the names. "Mister Lupin," She said, leaning forward to make her voice heard in the microphone. "Such names are highly unprofessional. I thought you were above such jokes." 

Remus chuckled, rubbing his neck. "Sorry professor. I guess James, Sirius, and Peter rubbed off on me."

Peter grinned, snatching up the mic and clearing his throat. "Prongs, Pads, did you hear that? We did it. Remus is on our side!" He threw his hands in the air, whooping along with the two marauders down on the field, their classmates rolling their eyes and sniggering. 

" Oh," Peter added afterward. "and ten points to Slytherin for scoring. Current score is now 170 to 170." 

A whistle sounded, signaling a short break. "And that marks the end of the first half guys. Time for the teams to gather and come up with a game plan." The players gathered together, still hovering in the air so the game could begin easily again.

At the sound, most of the students turned their heads to the teachers, eagerly waiting for Dumbledore to start the spell. It was tradition, and by now most of the students enjoyed the show. 

Dumbledore stood up and waved his hand, enchanting his voice so they could hear him. Remus and Peter kept their microphone still and followed along with the rest. 

"Dear students. It is, as always, a pleasure to see you all in such good spirit. I myself enjoy these games, and I find that the breaks can be boring. That's why I began casting this spell. Some lucky youngers in the audience may find their soulmate today, and some of you may not. But it's fun either way. So now, let us all enjoy the show of true love." And with that, Dumbledore waved his wand, showering the entire arena in a pink mist. 

Remus glanced around. It was well known that the spell that had just been cast activated randomly. Sometimes no one got chosen, and sometimes too many to count. The spell was simple in theory. It searched the hearts of the students, seeking out mutual feelings of love. And if the were students that shared the feeling, the spell would make them glow, guiding them to their crush. 

Most of the students had hopes that they would be the one the spell affected because that meant that their crush liked them back. Remus was no exception. He found it embarrassing, but he had started crushing on someone. He never thought he would be the type, but apparently, he was. But there was no likely hood that his crush would like him back. 

And, really, why would they? Remus was a skinny, pale boy with shy tendencies outside of the commentary booth. He wore oversized sweaters, munched on chocolate all day long and hid in the library all day long. There was no reason for Sirius Black to fall in love with him. 

Out on the field, Sirius was having similar thoughts. He had always hoped that he and Remus could share a cheesy first kiss caused by the spell, but then he thought about how Remus would never feel the same, and the thought was pushed back. 

Sirius looked around, trying to see who was glowing, when James nudged his shoulder, looking shocked. "What?" He asked.

"You .... um... glow...you are...love... look." James didn't know what to say, so he simply gestured to his best friend in a feeble attempt at showing what he meant. 

Sirius gave a James a confused face before looking at himself. "What do you ..." He stopped as he observed the light pink glow surrounding his body. "Am I glowing James? Is this real?" 

James simply nodded, shocked that his 'brother' even had a crush. "Padfoot, who the hell is crazy enough to like you?" 

Sirius looked towards the commentary booth and grinned. "Only the best damn boy in the world. Now excuse me Prongs, my soulmate is waiting." And with that, he started climbing, steering the broom straight for the two marauders.

Remus was freaking out. He was GLOWING for Merlin's sake. How!? Peter just sat there clapping his hands, more excited than Remus. "Oh Moony, lucky you. Who is it? Do we know them? Are they here? Stupid question, of course, they are here, or the spell wouldn't have worked. I'm babbling, but why aren't you excited? I thought you would be excited. Well, I guess not everyone would be but ummggh!" 

"Peter shut up. Why is this exciting? Why would anyone like me? I'm boring, I'm nothing special, I'm a danger to people." Remus said, breathing heavily. His heart was beating. The spell worked, which meant that Sirius liked him back, but how? Of all the people in the school, why him?

"Oh Moony, why do you think so little of yourself?" The voice of Sirius sounded, his face popping up in front of the boys seated. His face had a light blush, which went quite well with the pink glow surrounding him. But it didn't stop him from giving the wolf a heartful look.

"Sirius," Remus said quietly, suddenly getting very shy over the look the Black-heir was giving him. "I'm sorry." He got up to leave, forgetting the microphone in his hand when Sirius grabbed his wrist to stop him. "Why are you sorry Moony? This spell goes both ways. I wouldn't be glowing like this if I didn't feel the same as you." 

"But why would you?" Remus said, tears welling up in his eyes. "I am a shut-in, I get scared of the dark and get along more with the house-elves and the animals then I do the students. Why would someone as cool as you like someone like me?" His voice broke as he realized the mic had caught it all. 

Peter and James looked at each other, knowing that Remus never really liked to talk about himself. 

"Well," Sirius said, gently guiding Remus to the edge of the booth, not caring for the hundreds of eyes following them. "I for one, like the way you can sit quietly for hours on end with books, looking completely lost to the world. I adore the way you care for other creatures, and I really don't care about how popular you are because you don't need to be popular or cool to date me."  He said the last with a smirk, making Remus snort. "And, I love you. I love everything about you Remus, and it doesn't matter what you think because there will be no other person for me. You are the one for me Moony. You are my everything. You are my moon." 

And with that, Sirius leaned forward, almost falling off the broom, to gently press his lips against Remus, one hand gripping the back of his neck, the other this holding the wrist. 

Remus gasped, shocked at the plum lips suddenly covering his own, before relaxing and slowly kissing back. It was the most amazing he had ever felt. Fireworks were going off in his mind, and the constant nagging of his inner wolf was purring contently. 

It was broken by the loud cheering from the school, making Sirius fall just enough to slip of the broom, losing his hold on Remus to catch himself. He looked at Remus, noting the adorable blush spread across his cheeks.

Suddenly McGonagall snatched up the mic. "Now, I'm sure that was very entertaining for you all, but we do have a game to finish. Mister Black, get back to the game, you can talk about this later with Mister Lupin in private." She ended the short speech and lowered the mic, before looking at her two students. "I am very happy for you boys." and with that, she turned around, gave back the microphone, and sat down in the previous spot. 

Sirius looked to Remus, the blush still present. "We'll talk later okay?" 

Remus nodded, still in shock. But he did know one thing, and before Sirius knew what had happened, Remus had leaned forward and kissed him briefly on the corner of his mouth. "Good luck," Remus whispered, leaning back and settling down, getting ready for the next round. 

Sirius gave a manly squeak before returning to the game, James punching his shoulder in congratulation.

as the game resumed, Sirius found himself looking more than once at the commentary booth, sending smiled, smirks and sometimes kisses. Remus blushed like crazy each time, but Sirius found that he really enjoyed it. Who would he be if he couldn't even make his boyfriend blush?