It was a peaceful day, everything seemed good. The calmness of the day had given Remus the urge to read all day and he finally finished all the schoolwork he had gotten. And just to add to this fabulous day; he had the dorm all to himself. James was off trying to win the heart of one Miss Lily Evans, Peter was playing chess with Martin Flathill, and Sirius 'where was Sirius,'Remus thought. With a shrug he laid back on his pillows, and opened his book, turning the letters to words spoken in his head. Then it happend. What he should have known would happen. His book was ripped out of his hands, and it was levitating in mid-air, by an invisable Sirius Black.

"Sirius! Give it back! Can I ever have a minute to myself?" he growled.

"Come get it." Sirius' voice laughed, and Remus' book rose eight feet off the ground.

"All I wanted to do was read." He mumbled to himself.

"What's that Moony?"

"I said all I wanted to do was read! God, who cursed me to this bloody room!" He was shouting, his voice thick, and raspy, probably because he never shouted.

"All day I wanted to do was relax. I've wanted to relax with a book, but then you come in here like a goddamn imbecile and take my old falling apart book, and bloody run with it! And why?" He stood. "Because James is off doing something, because that's the only time you want me! I stop everything for you, I've skipped classesfor you! But not today! Today I'm going to read in peace! I will let you play with me no longer!" Remus' book now laid on Sirius' bed.

"Play with you?"

"Yes play with me," Remus jumped on his words "you know how I feel about you, you must!"

"And how's that Moony, how do you feel?" He asked still invisible.

"How do I feel about you? I'm bloody infatuated with you, you daft git!" he laughed as if Sirius' not knowing was an absurd thought.

"Yeah, I know." He dropped the cloak. "May I speak?"

It all hit Remus just then. What he had actually said. "Bugger no." He fell against his bed post.

"Yeah well I'm going to." His voice had a sharp edge to it. "What's this about you being my James substitute? Rem, you're mighty different than James."

"Yeah, I'm boring."

"No. You care about doing the right thing, if I go too far with a prank you tell me...when we're alone together, well that's when I feel best," he took a few steps closer. "You make me feel important, innocent, and...loved. I know you like me too much, more than a friend should like a friend, but I don't mind, honest." Sirius caressed Remus' cheek, and subconsciously Remus leaned into it, gaining a wide eyed look from the black haired boy. Remus cheeks flushed as he quickly pulled away.

"Let's just uh..." He rubbed his sweaty hands on his trousers. "Um...forget..."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Please."

"No." Sirius whispered now.

"Please?" He whispered back. They stood in silence for a moment. Then Sirius stepped forward again, just in front of Remus.

"You like it when I touch your left cheek." He stated as his right hand came up to Remus' left cheek, the blonde boy tried to keep a straight face, but his eyes betrayed him and fluttered shut. "You like it when I touch the left." He put both hands to both cheeks. Remus tried hard to keep a straight face, but his eyes betrayed him by fluttering shut. "You like it when I touch this one too. God Rem, you look beautiful tonight." His eyes shot open at Sirius' words.

"What?"

"What? You look beautiful? Is that what you're whating?"

"Yes. I guess..."

"You look beautiful. I love this." Sirius traced the scar that ran across Remus' nose. "You'd be too pretty without it."

"That wasn't a compliment."

"It wasn't meant to be, I'm just talking." Remus thought he should respond but he had nothing to say, beause he had too much to say. "I'll do it more often."

"Do what?"

"Touch you like this." He said softly and pulled the other into a hug. "We've done this before, hug. Did you like it?"

"Yes."

"When did you start liking it?"

"Since it happend this way."

"When you told us you were a werewolf." Remus squinted in surprise.

"You remember?"

"Mmmhmm."

"Do...uh..."

"Do I like it?" Sirius moved a hand up to play with the others hair.

"Yeah."

"She touched me!" James ran into the dorm with Peter wobbling after him. "What's wrong?" He asked at the sight of his friends. The hug wasn't very unusual, they had always embraced a bit too romantically. Then again Sirius was known for giving the occasional sloppy kiss on the cheek. Remus though; James knew, Peter knew, Lily knew, Sirius knew; Remus was too fond of Sirius.

"Nothing." They separated quickly.

"Did you hear?" Peter asked.

"Yeah, Evan's slapped you again." Sirius grabbed Remus' hand and sat them on his own bed, where the book still layed.

"Prat! No, she put her hand on my shoulder." He demonstrated on Peter.

"What she say when she did that?" He picked up the book, leaned back, and grabbed Remus' waist, pulling him into the same position.

"I will never be yours James Potter." James smiled reciting the words.

"Thought so. Sirius placed the book in Remus' hand, not moving his from his waist. "Read." He smiled, and Remus returned it.