AFTER 8 PM
Remus wasn't sure what to make of all this. He was just.. stunned, to say the least. He thought for sure Sirius would wriggle away from Malfoy after a few seconds, but the minutes were ticking by and there was still no sign of him. Until, that is, he saw the two of them emerge hand in hand from the crowd. What the hell was going on?
None of this made the slightest bit of sense. Sirius was tipsy, but he'd seen him far worse. Surely he still had his wits about him to know that something was amiss. But what if he didn't? Was Lucius just taking advantage of him to humiliate him? If that was the case, Remus had to step in for Sirius' sake.
Seeing them heading out the door, he followed quickly so he wouldn't lose them. They didn't get far, though. No sooner had he stepped out of the hall did he see them locking lips. No, this was wrong. He felt sick to his stomach and his heart ached, but he knew this wasn't real. Sirius was drunk, and Malfoy was taking advantage of him.
"Sirius," he called out, and hurried over to them. "Stop taking advantage of him, Malfoy. He's had too much to drink."