~Lily~

The first day I noticed, it was a bleak and dreary day. Glittering droplets raced down the window panes to the Gryffindor Common Room. Peter was tapping the glass to make his reach the bottom faster that James's. Sirius was poking at the fire with what was probably his textbook, and Remus was sitting in the same love seat he did every night, reading a book as per usual.

I, myself, was trying to focus on my essay, but how could I when it was on static charms? All they did was forcefully sick two objects together, how does the Professor expect me to write 5 scrolls on that? It's like writing a novel on the sole use of duck tape!

So, that is why I was staring at the Marauders. It's quite the same as watching a nature documentary. The edge of Sirius's book caught fire. He hastily smothered it in the rug and brushed the ashes on the counter. I guess he decided risking his textbook wasn't worth it because he sat next to Remus on the small couch. Remus casually laid his feet on his lap and continues reading - a title which I could now read - "The Scarlet Letter". Nathaniel Hawthorne. Sounds like Lupin.

Sirius darted forward and nudged his book. Remus knit his eyebrows and continued reading. Sirius nudged it harder. Remus ignored him. Sirius nudged, prodded, heckled, and poked until Remus exasperatedly laid his book open on his stomach and glared.

Sirius said something that I couldn't hear. Remus smiled and playfully pushed him.

I gathered my things and inconspicuously took a seat closer to the pair. Was it curiosity that made me eavesdrop? Intuition?

"Bugger off, Sirius."

"You bugger off!"

"I was here first!"

Then Sirius leaned into Remus's ear and whispered something. Remus's cheeks grew scarlet as Sirius's grin grew wider.

That was the first night I noticed. I remember, I thought, "Too bad Remus isn't a girl, they could be a really cute couple."

But then I started to see.

I saw the hands lingering in each others when getting an ingredient in potions. I saw the close proximity they always had - sitting at lunch, in class, in the common room. I saw the rosy cheeks and the "Accidental touches"; longing glances.

I saw the well hidden peck on the ear, disguised as a whisper. And then I knew.