"No." Sirius felt so small, so lost. He'd shoved Remus? He'd left with fucking Malfoy? "Remus, I wouldn't. I swear, whatever I did, I don't remember, I don't..." He rubbed a hand over his face.
But now he could sort of remember, being led off, how wrong it felt. But then it all got hazy, and Siirus could actually recall wanting Malfoy, wanting him so badly it was almost like an obcession. Meeting Remus in the hall, and fuck, the things he'd said to him.
"Moony, I swear to you. He must have, I don't know, he must have slipped something into my drink? He must have done, because I wouldn't Moony. You know I wouldn't!" He looked up at his friend, eyes pleading. "Right?"