Third Year
Remus admired Sirius Black.
The ease and grace in his movements, the shamelessness in which he flirted, the effortless way he struck up conversation with whomever he pleased.
But most of all, Remus admired the way Sirius would blow perfect little smoke plumes up into the sky.
Remus had never told anyone of this, but he had the feeling that Sirius just knew.
Remus' suspicions were confirmed that night.
Sirius, James, Peter and Remus were all sat outside, James swigging Butterbeer from the kitchens and Sirius chain-smoking.
He was sat in between James and Remus, leant against Remus' chest, and popped a cigarette easily from the packet, making eye contact with Remus, his mouth pulled up into a smirk.
"Want one, Moony?" he asked casually.
James snorted in derision, whilst Peter raised an eyebrow.
Remus was the most responsible out of the four of them; there was no way in their minds that the golden boy would ever be stupid enough to smoke a cigarette.
Sirius knew him a little better though.
Sirius had an inkling that Remus had something buried inside of him, something that made him adopt bad habits such as cigarettes, so his half-smirking expression was not deterred by James' oblivious snorts.
Remus shot Sirius a grin, delicately extracting the protruding stick and placing it between his cracked lips, accepting the flame that Sirius had just easily sparked.
James spat Butterbeer for about half a mile, he was so surprised, whilst Peter's jaw fell open.
"What the fuck Remus?" James coughed, wiping the liquid from his chin.
Remus didn't reply. He could sense Sirius' eyes on him, so kept all his energy on refusing to let his lungs cough out the poisonous smoke they had just inhaled.
Everything was about control with Remus, and the careful exhale a few seconds later was no exception.
Sirius leant back, slowly clapping his hands in a sarcastic display of congratulations. Remus would have laughed, but he knew any vibration through his throat would send him into a coughing spasm, so instead he took another puff.
"Sirius!" James yelled, turning on the taller boy.
"What?" Sirius asked casually.
"What?! You know bloody well what!"
"Actually I don't. Feel free to enlighten me, however." Sirius said, grinning cheekily at James.
"You just gave Moony a cig!" James exclaimed.
"Your point?" Sirius asked.
"You made Moony smoke!"
Sirius raised an eyebrow, making Remus grin around the stick.
"I did no such thing. He took the cigarette." Sirius answered, looking offended.
James slapped Sirius around the back of the head, ignoring the protesting grumbles as a result of this.
"Unbelievable. Unbelievable." James shook his head, taking a long drink from his bottle to calm himself down.
Sirius chuckled, lighting his own cigarette and joining Remus.
