Rating: PG
Summary: Short drabble. Remus focuses on the finer things when Sirius comes around.
AN/ I hate exams … They are so pointless … Actually, just as pointless as this piece of 10 minute crap. But review anyway!
Sirius carried the silly black hair tie wherever he went.
He had gotten it from a small corner store near the street he lived. His mother had been screeching about something or another until he could stand it no longer. Going out for a breath of fresh air, he had walked down to the small corner store near the street where he lived. Seeing the little neat packages of bands had intrigued him, so he bought one. Perhaps it was a small rebellious muggle gesture, maybe he just liked the way it looked or the way it felt secure on his wrist, but he wore it constantly. His hair was far too short to pull back, so really, what was the point of the band?
This drove Remus Lupin insane.
He didn't know exactly why, but recently every movement that Sirius made itched and burrowed into his skin. It squirmed in his stomach and writhed around his knuckles. He bit his tongue and concentrated on his work.
The black elastic would cut into the thin pale skin of his left wrist, leaving tiny red marks all strewn together in a circle. It looked painful, but Sirius insisted it was not.
It had even become a tool of nervous habit. While in class, in his infinite boredom, he would twirl it round his wrist in circles; twirl, twirl, twirl.
Remus growled for Sirius to stop it, the constant movement driving him to the brink. Grinning, Sirius leaned back in his chair.
"Whatever pleases you, Moony."
The statement shivered up his spine, setting the hair on the back of his neck to prickle. He shook his head and bit his tongue, and brushed a loose strand of hair that fell in his face behind his ear.
Underlining another word, Remus didn't even notice when Sirius walked into the room. He had walked all the way from the dorm to the common room for nothing, because Remus really needed to study for his bloody exam. He had no time the squirmy feelings and the prickle of his skin or that damned hair tie!
Whisking away another strand of hair from his face, Remus didn't even look up when Sirius sat down next to him on the couch. They sat there for a few moments with only the sound of Remus' quill scratching against his book. Until …
"Have you ever considered cutting your hair, Moony?" Sirius asked, twirling the black band on his wrist.
Remus did look up at that. He wanted desperately to yell at him. Say things like, "Why would you care?" or "Why don't you go do something, Sirius?" or "Why in the sodding hell won't you leave me alone? Why do you have to make me feel this way? Just stop doing this!" But the strand of hair fell in his eyes had interrupted whatever clever or damning thing that would have come out of his mouth.
Sirius laughed then, leaning closer to Remus. Twirling with the band one last time, Sirius pulled it off, leaving only a ring of red, slightly puckered skin. Reaching behind Remus, he gently pulled the hair out of the disgruntled boys face and tied it into place as a small tuft right above his hairline.
Sirius smiled warmly, sitting back as he observed his handy work.
"I've been waiting for the right moment to do that."
All of a sudden, everything fell into place.