A/N: Hey guys, Techy here!^_^!So I'm not being the most loyal RS fan at the moment, honestly how could I even think of Remus/Regulus being more lovable than them,right?!So here I am, traitorous me, in love with this pairing. I want to do a one-shot series, drabble-y sort of thing and yes, it's all Regulus/Remus. I'd love prompts though, a word, a song, even a picture, anything works really! On to the fic!Enjoyyy!

Disclaimer: All characters and places belong to J.K. Rowling.

Pairing: Regulus/Remus(Pre slash)

Rating:K

Summary:One evening in the library, Remus demonstrates the use of a muggle wooden stick.

Word count:1139

A bright little star

"Oh my God, Remus. What is that thing?" Regulus, now fourteen, slightly shaggy haired rubbed his right eye furiously with his awkward, growing-boy hands. Remus looked up from his parchment in amusement.

"Well, I certainly haven't been called that before." He replied, his eyes twinkling, "It's more of monster and goody two shoes nancy boy." Regulus glared at him as he handed the pencil back to Remus who graciously accepted it. Normally he would have made some sort of remark about how Remus was no monster but right now he had other things to deal with.

"Why would you even use that muggle thing?" He asked, still annoyed, "When you've got a perfectly magical quill and me around?" He took up his wand and performed a handy erasing spell on a word in Remus's essay. Remus sighed.

"Regulus, it's familiar and easier for me, you know that." He reminded him and Regulus remembered that yes, it had something to do with Remus's mother teaching him his first writing with that thing. And they even came in colours, Remus had told him but he stubbornly set his jaw.

"Yeah, but you're a wizard and as such it should be a lot easier for you to just use a spell rather than that-" He motioned towards the pencil, "-thing." He finished with a deliberate sneer and Remus smiled.

"Admit it Reg, you're only annoyed because it's a muggle invention." His eyes had that twinkly thing again, Regulus would never understand how he did that. "If you weren't just playing around with it, you'd find it convenient too." Regulus was about to deny anything of the sort but then Remus was pushing his chair back and walking around the table and before Regulus had comprehended the situation, he found himself sitting and the werewolf standing beside, slouching slightly as he took up the bloody wooden (pensil?) thing.

"You just hold it like a quill, Regulus." He instructed softly as he reached his right hand around and gripped the young Black's one. Regulus found his fingers being pried open by Remus, his quill being dropped beside his homework and the (pensyl?) stick transferred into his hand. He wanted to yell at him for treating him like a child and then wondered if the library had been this warm all the while or if it was just having Remus leaning into him with his hand covering his.

"Like this?" He asked, glad that he hadn't lost all voice but still wished he hadn't almost whispered. He felt Remus nod, his chin lightly pressed against his hair. He closed his eyes as Remus moved their hands together on the parchment in front of him; it was for his homework and he had just written the date but he couldn't find it in himself to say so and just felt the closeness, the warmth of Remus's arms, his body…

His eyes opened when the motion and scratchy noise of lead against paper stopped. He looked down at what was written. Remus somehow seemed closer now, Regulus wanted to lean back and melt into him.

"What's that?" He asked finally after reading the words and this time his voice was all hush-hush whisper. Remus's fingers were now curled around his and he swallowed feeling the roughness of his against his softer ones; seekers really did have it easier than everyone else.

"It's the title of a book ." Remus replied, his voice soft and soothing as always and Regulus's heart sped up as he felt Remus lower his head just a bit so that his lips were now against his ear,"Sounds rather like you, I think." Regulus steeled himself and turned his own head slightly. He looked up into the usually warm brown eyes that seemed to hold something indefinable now, he was sure he had never seen something so intense before.

He was just about to raise his free hand when suddenly a loud laughter broke through the trance. He only felt Remus's fingers grip his in a very tight hold for a second before he let go and straightened up with his normal smile plastered across his face as he turned to see a very jovial Sirius strutting in their direction.

"Well, my dear Mr. Moony and Little Black." He announced loudly much to the other students' annoyance and grinned when he noticed it but lowered his voice any way, "I say that's enough studying for the both of you for a Friday night when what we should be doing is getting drunk and plucking flowers if you get my meaning." He said with a wink and Regulus made a face while Remus rolled his eyes.

"Aah, yes." He moved around to his seat, "The joys of being fifteen." He added with an amused look in Regulus's direction who returned it once he had gotten over the need to scream at Sirius for his very very wrong timing, he didn't know what exactly would have happened right then, but somehow it felt like he had just lost his chance for something wonderful.

"We'll be done in a few minutes, Sirius." Regulus replied in his aristocratic, good-boy tone making his brother snort at him a little like an uncivilised person but he sat down beside Remus anyway.

"I need to make sure you guys actually stop studying within the next five minutes." Sirius told them when they looked at him questioningly. Regulus hid a smile and turned to Remus to ask for an extra parchment but the words died in his throat when his eye caught that reddish strand and a white or two with it, his head lowered a little more holding that muggle pen-something thing looking very much golden in the candle-lit library.

"Hey, Remus. How do you spell 'pencil'?" The emanating laugh from Remus was quite worth it really even as Sirius decided to never let his baby brother live this one down. And because he was the reason for that carefree laughter, Regulus decided that he hadn't really lost all chances for the 'something wonderful', he would just take the next one or in fact just not wait for luck to favour him anymore. He was a Slytherin after all.

He looked down at his parchment with the crooked handwriting of both his and Remus's and even raised his wand to try and erase it but then stopped, folded it up and placed it carefully between the pages of his Defense Against the Dark Arts text book. Then slowly, very slowly he touched his foot lightly against Remus's under the table as Sirius continued rambling and they looked up at the same time and shared a private smile.

Regulus placed the book over his lap and simply placed a hand over the parchment with their written words.

"My very own bright little star."

-Fin-

Uwaaaahh!Reviews are love, my lovelies!XD!All constructive criticisms, errors in punctuation marks and all are encouraged!And yes,in case you were wondering,the last words were the words that Remus wrote on the paper!And of course that was a made up name,i mean come on,who names a book like that?!Me apparently!lol!