A/N: Created one night when I couldn't fall asleep... Warning: Slash-implied. Please press the "Back"-button if you feel that you can't handle that/it offends you/you know that the result of reading this story will be that you flame me. Personally I think that Sirius/Remus is one of the best pairings there is.

This was originally just a poem. Therefore the actual action won't be very detailed.

By the way, I AM NOT SURE what colour Sirius' eyes really are. I just guessed. Please don't flame me if I got it wrong. (I hope not.)

Disclaimer: Not mine. If it was, I would have hooked up Ron and Hermione, and made Harry notice Ginny, not go around moping after Cho. As it is, I have a feeling J.K. Rowling does a better job than I would manage to do. (The fact that I'm 14 years old has absolutely nothing to do with it.) I just hope she won't get mad at me for what I did to them...

To summarise: I only own the plot and poem. So blah.

Wide awake

Remus tossed and turned in his bed, trying to settle down but not managing to. He sighed in defeat and stood up in search of a piece of paper and a quill. He began to write.

I'm lying here

in my four-poster bed

wide awake.

I'm looking over at you

there you lie in your bed

drapes wide open

sleeping peacefully.

Moonlight is shining on your face

creating shadows and highlights.

A lock of velvety-black hair is falling over your face

and I long to brush it back,

to tuck it behind your ear...

I wish I could fall asleep

but at the same time

I don't.

Now I can watch you peacefully

without being afraid of prying eyes

scrutinising me in turn.

I can watch your silky hair

your handsome features

and those lovely muscles you're so often showing off.

But I can't watch that charming smile

that always seems to tug on your lips

- even in sleep -

nor can I watch the feature I love the most -

your depthless blue eyes

so happy

but at the same time

so serious.

So many people

only see what you keep on the surface

Sirius the prankster

Padfoot the Marauder

Detention-record-maker and

heartbreaker.

But I see

what's under the surface too.

Sirius the serious

helper of friends

comrade

the one who helps me

when the wolf is too strong.

I know you didn't mean to

and you'll probably never know

but you're my heartbreaker too.

I'm lying in my bed

wide awake.

The moon is getting fuller.

I can feel the wolf stirring

inside of me.

You don't have the instincts of a wolf

lurking inside.

And that's why I lie here

watching you sleep peacefully

in your four poster bed

without being afraid

of prying eyes.

With no-one the wiser.

Remus looked down at the poem in his hands. 'Why is it that I always get my inspiration on the brink of sleep?' he wondered idly to himself. With a last longing look at Sirius, he lay down in his bed again. This time he fell asleep almost immediately, and the parchment fluttered out of his grasp and down under his bed, forgotten.

***

The end?