Snape : What is he? Your boyfriend?

Sirius : You’re a child. An infant. Your mocking is thus infantile. He’s not my boyfriend. This man is more to me than you can dream. He’s the moon when I’m lost in darkness and warmth when I shiver in cold. And his kiss still thrills me, even after a millennia. His heart overflows with the kindness of which this world is not worth of. I love this man beyond measure and reason. He’s not my boyfriend. He’s all and he’s more.

Remus : You’re an incurable romantic.

[Remus and Sirius kiss in front of the stunned death eaters ]