This is going to be a little place for all the random Remus/Sirius stories that pop into my head. I thought it would be fun to write some, as I love reading them so much!

They're not necessarily going to be related and they'll probably be in a very wide variety of places, times, tenses, POV's etc.

Hope you enjoy them!

Disclaimer: Dear GODS how I would love to own these two. A hug in the Shrieking Shack in PoA? How about a freakin' shag on the bed! …Anyway. I'm not JK. Unfortunately.

This fanfic is rated M just in case I decide to write something nice and lemon-y later on. I'll let you know when it is though, so you're not taken by surprise ;)

Enjoy, review! :)

Touch

Sirius Black had always been easy to distract. He liked pretty things, unusual things. He wanted to touch everything he saw, especially if they were different.

Once, when Sirius was seven, Orion Black had caught the heir to the family fortune sat outside on the damp grass, with a tiny yellow butterfly perched on the end of his finger. He was humming gently as the little insect fluttered its delicate wings.

Orion Black had swiftly marched over and crushed the little butterfly between cruel fingers.

Little Sirius had promptly burst into tears. "F-Father… you… why-?"

Orion lent down so his face was inches from his sons. "Blacks are to be respected", he hissed, "Command respect, Sirius. You are not a little child. Grow up and start behaving like the powerful, wealthy young man you will become".

Sirius, being Sirius, had of course completely ignored his father, focusing instead on the rage and humiliation that burned like acid in his stomach. For now, he would cry, but later on in his life he would come to realise that he did not share his fathers' views, and would do everything in his power to rebel against the prejudice of the "Noble" Black household.

And he continued to touch pretty things, taking care to make sure his father did not see.

So, on that windy Tuesday of September first, when he walked on to the platform, eleven-year-old Sirius was completely and utterly distracted.

He shut out his father, who was prattling on loudly about Slytherin and pureblood traditions and upholding-the-family-honour. Instead he was absorbed by the striking boy standing just a few metres away, who was waving as his mother and father left the platform.

Sirius really, really wanted to touch him.

The members of the Black family all had a certain look – bronze-coloured skin, dark hair, heavy, stormy eyes. Their appearances certainly lived up to their surname. So to Sirius, this boy was like nothing he had ever seen before.

He was just so pretty, and delicate-looking, and feminine somehow. He was very pale, Sirius noted, like he had been carved from marble. This was enhanced by his high cheekbones and slightly pointy nose. A single strand of bronze hair fell across his face. He was also exceptionally skinny – all bones and sharp angles – yet he somehow looked soft and fragile, like he would break if you embraced him. Which was very much what Sirius wanted to do.

Sirius turned back around abruptly and said "Goodbye, father. Don't write", then marched confidently over to this delightfully unique boy.

He stuck out his hand. "Hi. Sirius Black", he said brightly. Now that he was right in front of the boy, Sirius was even more drawn in. His eyes, framed by thick lashes, were mesmerising - a stunning mix of amber and emerald and chocolate and everything in between.

The boy glanced up at him shyly. "Remus", he said softly, his voice barely audible over the excited bustle of Hogwarts' students. "Remus Lupin".

Remus shook the taller boys' hand.

Sirius was captivated.

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