I no not own Harry Potter. It all belongs to the lovely Ms. Rowling; I just pervert her work. XD

Remus stood off, to the corner of the room and watched as Sirius undressed to go to bed. He was a messy dresser, and an even messier un-dresser. His cloak he just slid off his body allowing it to puddle on the floor around his feet, then he started to remove his shirt. Remus took it as his cue to step out of the shadows. Peter already found him once staring at Sirius undress; watching his muscular frame ripple with the removal of his shirt, and then pants. Of course Remus retaliated by threatening to swallow Wormtail during the next full moon, Peter of course apologized and never mentioned it again.

Remus allowed himself to be lost in thought for a short while at the wonders of Sirius' body. He definitely noticed that being a beater did wonders for Sirius' body compared to how it was in second year, of his entire torso his arms were by far his best feature, all the girls would say in the common room, Remus had to agree with them. Of course they couldn't see his ass too well through the robes. A glimpse of his delicious figure, and nothing more; for that reason Remus was fairly sure that he was the only one to view Sirius' ass more than anyone else. Remus had seen his fine buttocks on many occasion, most of them stolen glimpses while all the Marauders changed in the same room to either dress for class, or dress for bed; undress in some cases as toothpick Potter slept in his boxers.

He remembered that he was supposed to be moving from the shadow he was in and his first step brought a loud crunching sound from a bit of broken Christmas tree ornament from three months ago. Sirius nearly jumped out of his skin, not the Remus would have minded, at the noise and breathed a sigh of relief as he saw it was only one of his best friends ever, in the most platonic sense, Moony.

Sirius laughed, a sign of nervousness. Of course Sirius laughed all the time, he was generally a jovial person, but when he got into trouble so deep he could not figure a way to charm himself out of it, or get off with a lighter sentence, he laughed. A deep, hallow, shaky laugh that came out of the pit of his stomach. It was what made the teachers hate him so much whenever he got caught pulling a prank; it was also conveniently the same reason that they loved him, laughing in the face of danger, a true Gryffindor.

Back to the moment, Sirius stopped laughing and the darkness surrounding his features returned to full force. Perhaps, Moony would muse on later, Sirius was just so sexy, mind, body, soul, was because he was in the most complete sense a true Gryffindor, maybe McGonagall was on to something...

I don't often write Harry Potter Fanfiction. Forgive me. I also understand that this is extremely short, again, I apologize for my shortcomings as a writer.

I'm fairly sure there are a few grammatical errors. Otherwise I believe the misspellings to be non-existent.

I did not intend for this to ever be shown to the public actually. I just wrote it on a whim one day, several many months ago, and now I feel comfortable revealing it.

Please, Read and Review. Your words do mean a lot to me. Flames, however, will not be tolerated.

Love,

Luiniliel (a.k.a.: Bakuscrazdfangrl)