Sirius Black and Remus Lupin loved the tree by the lake. They constantly went there, to study, to read, to devise pranks, or to just hang out. Sirius had been slowly falling for Remus, and Remus was extremely oblivious, in many ways. One-Shot. Basically Fluff and Pining

It was a warm day, down by the lake. Remus was sat on the ground, staring up into the tree. Sirius was in the tree, trying to climb higher. Remus was chewing on his lip, transfiguration book neglected as he watched Sirius reach the more spindly, thinner branches.

It was year six at Hogwarts, in the spring, where they didn't have to do too much, because they were having a break from school, from all their tests and exams.

"Sirius,"

He warned. Sirius looked down, hair falling into his eyes and grinned at his worried friend. He leaned back off the branch he was on, just the tiniest bit, getting satisfaction out of the cracking noise it made.

Remus gasped quietly beneath him.

"Yes, Messr. Moonbeam?"

He asked charmingly. Remus called back and Sirius tried not to laugh at his worry,

"I-I believe you've gone far enough, Sirius,"

"Not quite yet, Moonbeam,"

He grinned at the huff and continued climbing, acutely aware that one small miss-placed foot, could send him very well to his death.

The height wasn't at all that frightening. In fact it was probably more dangerous, playing Quidditch then climbing this tree.

He looked back down, checking on his progress. After that, he continued his way, smiling as his friend tried again.

"Not yet, dearest Moony,"

As he stepped on one certain branch, that very instant, he heard a cracking noise, quickly placing his foot back down, just as it fell down the very tallness of the tree, nearly missing Remus' childlike form below.

"Sirius, please,"

He whined, not even bothering to hide his concern for his friends safety. Sirius grinned and said,

"Fine Moonbeam, you've shaken me, I will come down, to calm your nerves,"

He made his way down, fast and carelessly, losing his grip a few times and gathering cuts and bruises.

When he finally hit the ground, he was met with relieved but angry Amber eyes.

Beautiful Amber eyes. Eyes that were so beautiful, they were like a pool of gold, reflecting everything. I could look into his eyes all day if he let me. It isn't fair. Why does he get to be so beautiful. He shouldn't be legal. I-

"Well?"

"Well what, Moonbeam?"

"Arm,"

He held out his arm, Remus grabbing his wrist, pulling out his wand. He tried to ignore the electricity shooting up his arm in waves, shooting butterflies into his stomach. Tried to resist pulling out of the smaller boys grip, the tender, careful touch that he seemed to use, whenever he was being cautious.

The way he touches his precious books, or the way he held his wand the first month of being at Hogwarts.

The way he was touching him now, barely ghosting across his wrist.

After saying the magic words, Tergeo, to clear the blood, and Episkey, to bind the skin back together, he reached for the other arm.

While he was working so carefully, it gave Sirius a chance to look at the other boys face.

The straightness of his jawline, and oh god, the way it curved up when it headed toward his hair line. His middle sized ears, that didn't stick against his head, but just poked out a little bit and oh how I want to bite the lobes. His high cheekbones, only there when you look at him at certain angles, that appeared at random times, like when I'm trying to work but they get so distracting. His small nose and plump pink lips, that were always chapped from being bitten, if only he'd let me bite them instead. His sandy blond hair, that was at times a little wild, if only he'd let me run my hands through it, especially in the morning.

And the scars that went up his neck and littered his skin, tiny pink scars to remind all of them of his furry little problem, if only he'd let me kiss them.

"Sirius, uh, hello in there?"

Blinking and fighting a blush he grinned charmingly and answered,

"Yes, Moonbeam?"

Remus glared, hating the nickname, but giving him more reason to use it. Remus slapped him and started packing up his things, mumbling something about Sirius being a 'down right git'.

He finished packing up his stuff and started walking away from the lake bank. Frowning Sirius rushed forward, stopping in front of Remus' retreating form.

"What, what's wrong?"

"Nothing,"

And then he tried to dodge him, but not before he'd gotten a hand on his wrist, keeping him firmly in place.

"Sirius. Let. Go,"

"No, no Remus, I won't, not until you tell me what I've done,"

Remus stood silently, calculating look on his face. Sighing he looks down and says.

"The full,"

It was true, the full was in three days, the side effects would start getting to him and affecting his mood. He gently tugged the books out of the sandy blondes hands and carefully set them down.

Standing back up, using all his self control, he pulled him closer, bending down just a tiny bit to get a look at the blondes Amber eyes.

"So I'm more irritable,"

"I'm aware, Moonbeam,"

He looked up and glared half heartedly. Sirius put a small smile on, ignoring the raging butterflies, heightened senses because, oh my god my lips are like fifteen centimetres away, it would be so easy to kiss him, and readying blush, he was about to pull out the charm, going for something way more dangerous.

Vulnerability.

"But you like it, yeah?"

The tiniest bit of hope slipping into his tone, that he was gonna spend the next three nights groaning and feeling pity and self hatred because being vulnerable was being weak, like his father had said. And also because Remus wasn't gay, not even a little bit and he never would be.

Remus looked up at him and said,

"Sure, on one condition,"

Eyes narrowed playfully.

"I get to play with your hair, whenever I want, and you can't do anything about it,"

Eyebrows flew up and a surprised chuckle fell from his lips.

"So I can call you Moonbeam, if I let you play with my hair?"

He nodded shyly.

Normally he wouldn't let anyone touch his hair. He didn't like it and it brought back many memories of his father dragging him up and down the stairs by it, dragging him out of bed, only to- stop, Moony's looking at you! This better be worth it.

"O-okay,"

Remus looked surprised and stared at him for a minute in shock before grinning so widely, all of his teeth could be shown. Sparks erupted in his stomach, disrupting the fluttering butterflies.

Oh yeah, definitely worth it.

Soon Remus was resting against the tree, knees slightly bent up, Sirius laying against them. Remus had his hands tangling in Sirius' hair, gentle tugging and the occasional massage.

Yep, definitely a good idea.

He couldn't help but smile softly, listening to Remus rant over something or rather, not really saying anything but talking about everything.

He felt his hair was pulled back from his face and felt like it was in a pony tail or a bun, like he usually had it.

Hands disappeared and he felt a pout grace his lips.

"Oh calm down, I'm just getting something,"

"It better not be friggin leaves Remus Lupin,"

He said nervously, going to reach for his hair when suddenly his hand was slapped. He turned his head and grinned at his best friend.

"Turn around,"

Sighing he turned around. Hands were back, lightly touching his hair, playing with it.

"Hey Moonbeam?"

There was a distracted humming from behind him.

"What're ya doing?"

"Braiding,"

He felt his eyebrows fly up.

"When'd you learn to braid?"

He asked incredulous, feeling the knot in his stomach grow ever tighter and expanding.

"Sister,"

Sirius hummed in approval. He could feel his eyes closing and let them. His hands felt so nice, tangling and pulling at his hair. And that he wished those lips could be attached to his, tangling those hands in his hair.

Don't think about that, bad Sirius.

"Done,"

Remus said happily from behind him. He turned around and moved out of the way, pressing a careful hand to the newly braided hair do. He felt soft things in his hair that felt suspiciously like daisies.

Remus stretched his long legs out in front of him resting his head against the tree and closing his eyes.

"Well, Moony, are you happy now?"

He opened one eye lazily and smiled softly. Then scrunched his face up in thought.

"Sirius, why don't you like people touching your hair?"

His heart stopped beating for a minute, along with his breathing and he just stared at Remus. He didn't think he could tell him. Not without exploding. Normally Remus doesn't ask questions about stuff he's unsure about. He wanted to tell him, boy did he want to, but he couldn't. He couldn't. He couldn't. He-

"Oh my God, I'm sorry Sirius it doesn't matter. It's okay. Please stop shaking,"

Remus was in front of him, kind of blurry. In a second hands were up, cupping his cheeks, one behind his neck, pulling his head into his shoulder.

Sirius refused to cry on Remus. Because his problems barely sufficed, compared to Remus, who tried to tear himself apart every Full Moon. His problems didn't matter when Remus' were so big and more terrifying then his whole family hating him. He wanted to look strong in front of the boy he had been in love with since the day he met him on the train. He wanted-

Wait.

Did he just say In Love?

No, no he didn't. He didn't love Remus J Lupin. No, it was just a petty crush. Yeah, he'd get over it. There's no way he was in love with the Lanky, Quiet, Book Nerd, Beautiful Boy that he'd become an animagus for and risk his life every Full Moon when he transformed and watch him hurt himself every time, making him feel like he's being stabbed repeatedly because he can't help him.

No.

Don't be daft.

"Sirius, shh, it's alright love. You don't have to tell me,"

And in that moment, Sirius was in love.

In love with Remus' eyes. The honey coloured hazel, tinged brown around the edges. In love with Remus' scars that showed how strong he was, how brave he was. In love with his golden skin and long sandy hair, that always got into his eyes. In love with how he can't dance. In love with how he always helped with pranks. In love with how smart he was.

How he was in love with those big ugly Christmas sweaters that he forces all for of them to wear. In love with how he gets angry when you touch his muggle books, especially the Lord Of The Rings one. In love with his stupid flannelette pyjamas. In love with how Remus would get nightmares, and crawl into his bed.

He was in love with everything Remus was.

And in that moment, Sirius did the greatest, or the quite possibly the stupidest thing he's ever done.

He pulled back from Remus' shoulder. And not even thinking, pressed his own lips against the wolf boys.

He closed his eyes and felt like he was in paradise. Never in a million years did he think he would be sitting on the love of his life, which just so happened to be a BOY, kissing them.

He let his eyes flutter down for just a moment, before realising what he'd done.

After what felt like an eternity, but was probably only a few seconds he opened his eyes.

He was staring right into Remus' eyes, that were blown wide open in shock. Sirius ripped, back, falling on his back as he tried to scamper away.

Remus looked at him with that same expression, of shock and confusion.

"I- umm, shit-fuck, sorry, um,"

And Sirius had never run so fast, all his belongings forgotten, tears streaming down his face, as he ran away from Remus.

Stupid! Look what you've done!

He pushed out of the slight forest that was around the lake, in aware of where he was going. Suddenly he was running across the grass field, shoving unsuspecting peers out of the way as they watched in confusion.

He kept running, not looking back. If someone had've timed him, he would have broken several Olympic world records and have gotten himself into the Guinness Book of World Records.

He was running down the hall, sliding across the slippery stone, bashing into walls, bruises forming all over his arms and hips.

He ran through poor old Saint Nick, feeling a rush of paralysing cold, who just bellowed,

"Watch Where You Are Going Boy!"

But that didn't stop him. Not even the teachers could stop him. Even as he ran straight into Professor Slughorn, nearly knocking him over in his haste did he stop.

He only really stopped when he crashed into James, Lily and Peter.

"My, my Sirius, what are you do- Are those daisies in your hair,"

"Shut up James,"

Sirius choked out. Sirius never called James James. It was always Prongs or Jamie or Tosser. Never James, unless something was wrong.

"Sirius, what's wrong?"

Sirius felt a tear slip down his cheek as he went to roughly brush it off.

"Nothing,"

Then he shoved through them and tried to run off to, Merlin knows where, but James had grabbed his arm before he could move.

"Sirius, what happened,"

Lily said softly. Sirius and Lily had a mutual understanding for each other. Lily was the first one to ask about his feelings towards Remus, to which Sirius just brushed her off. But she knew something was going on with Sirius, just by the way he looked at Remus. It was the way James looked at her.

Sirius softened a bit before responding hiccuping quietly,

"I fucked up,"

Then he took off running up the stair case, not exactly caring where he went, but the further away from Remus the better.

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