A/N: For The 5 Drabbles Competition on HPFC. Pairing: Remus/Sirius

Prompt: backpack

word count: 199


Hidden behind the tapestry on the third floor, you wait with bated breath, Marauder's Map in hand. The corridors are practically deserted this time of night. Only prefects are making their rounds and the one labeled Remus Lupin is headed your way now.

You whisper the magic words, wiping the map clean, and you shove it into your backpack. Just as you are about to make your presence known, Remus pulls the tapestry aside to reveal your hiding place.

He smirks and shakes his head.

"I should have known."

You grab him by the front of his robes, pulling him away from the corridor and into your embrace, pressing your lips against his. He tastes of chocolate and mint and something you can never identify but perhaps it's simply Remus.

"I am the worst prefect ever," Remus says, breathless, his pulse beating against your hand as it travels along his chest.

You continue to kiss his cheek, his jaw, the puckered scar behind his ear.

"I think you're perfect," you whisper. And you mean that in so many ways, but you don't have the words to explain. So you kiss him again. Gently this time.

You hope he understands.