[A/N – A third repost from Bookworm. Again, not plagiarism. :-) This was my first slashfic ever. I kinda like it. It's…intimate. Oh, and it was written before the fifth book. Just to clear up any, ahem, discrepancy. Anyway, enjoy.]
[Disclaimer – JK Rowling holds copyright to Harry Potter and all of its characters, slashable and otherwise.]
I pulled open the door of Sirius' guest room that he'd been staying in since Voldemort's return, on Dumbledore's orders.
Sirius was sprawled out on his back, a pensive look on his bony, sunken face. "Hello, Remus," he said without directing his gaze from the ceiling.
"Evening, Sirius," I answered, plopping down on the edge of the bed next to him. "What are you staring at?"
"The ceiling, what does it bloody look like," he answered, but I saw a hint of a smile form on his thin lips.
"I knew that," I said, faking an exasperated tone. I lay across his stomach, forming an x with our bodies. "Hmm. I don't see anything."
Sirius didn't object. Instead he said, "I'm worried about Harry."
I smiled and reached an arm out to pat him on his chest somewhat reassuringly. "Harry's a good kid. He'll stay out of trouble."
"Yeah...." Sirius agreed absently. I felt his body move slightly as he diverted his gaze to the window. "Look at the stars."
I glanced out of the small window. "So?"
"Have you ever wondered where they came from?" Sirius mused.
"When I was little, I asked my mum that." I smiled faintly. "She said that there's a star out there for everyone. It's supposed to be someone who loves you. You know, to protect you and stuff."
"Really?" Sirius asked.
"Mmhm. You know who my star is?" I asked him teasingly.
"Who?"
"You." I answered as I got up from the bed, letting our lips brush as I did so.
I reopened the door, but before leaving, I took a last glance out the window. And one star was shining more brightly than the rest.
