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Freckle
The freckle. The single freckle, placed jauntily on the apple of Remus Lupin's right cheek. The freckle that Sirius Black was obsessed with.
He first noticed that freckle a couple of weeks ago, while Remus had been studying and Sirius had been not studying in the common room. Working on a tricky Ancient Runes translation, Remus had been biting his lip and tapping the tip of his quill against his cheek. He gave an exasperated sigh, and Sirius looked up at him. Sirius gave a short bark of a laugh at the sight of his friend's ink-stained cheek. He licked his thumb and said in a shrill voice, "Oh, sweetie pie, you've got a li'l somefing on your cheekie-poo." He went over to Remus and rubbed his cheek, trying to get the ink off.
"Geroff me, Sirius," Remus growled, upset that the black-haired boy had interrupted his concentration. Sirius merely laughed and pinched Remus's cheek the way his great aunt Eveline always did.
This is when Sirius first noticed the freckle. It was quite small, a bit bigger than the dot on top of an "i," and light brown in color. It matched the boy's thick hair, but was lighter than his chocolate-colored eyes. Sirius had the sudden urge to touch the werewolf's cheek again, to brush his fingers against that freckle.
Sirius got the same feeling every time he saw Remus, which was quite often, seeing as they were best friends. He had never noticed anything particular on the faces of his numerous girlfriends – just that everything was in the right place – but this freckle was driving him mad. Remus had caught him staring more than once, but he only blushed furiously and quickly averted his eyes.
The freckle also made Sirius curious – he wanted to study the boy's face for all of its details. He saw the fullness of his Cupid 's bow lips. He saw the warmth in his wide eyes. He saw the slight bump on his nose. The raised scar above his left eyebrow. The dimples when something made him laugh. He saw the strange beauty and the flawed perfection. Sirius wanted to trace every line on Remus's face, to feel his skin warm upon his own. Sirius felt things for Remus that he had never felt before. And he wanted to tell him. He wanted to, but every time Sirius began to start, Remus would look him earnestly in the eye, and Sirius would choke on his words.
One night in the dormitory, Sirius was lying awake on his four-poster bed. He was watching Remus's chest rise and fall with his steady sleep-time breathing. Sirius pulled back the covers and walked to the werewolf's bed. He bent over Remus's curled form. "I think I love you," he said, moving a piece of tawny hair that had fallen over the sleeping boy's face. "And maybe one day, I will be able to tell you." He then placed a single kiss on that single freckle on Remus's cheek, and he climbed back into his own bed.
A/N: This is the first fic I've written in a while. It's a one-shot that I tried to do in 20 minutes, but it ended up taking a half an hour. Just a little sappy thing I felt like writing, but still review and tell me what you think! Oh, and if anyone is a reader of "Loosen Your Tie," it hasn't ended; I just have writer's block. Okay, major writer's block. But, summer's coming soon, so hopefully I'll be able to write.