"What page are you on?"
Remus tried to look over at Sirius, but it was quite difficult, as he had taken up his usual irritating position with his chin upon Remus' shoulder and his nose in Remus' book. "One hundred thirty-three. See, how it says it at the bottom of the page?"
"Oh, well of course it does, Moony. But the print's so small on those pages that I'm surprised you'd think I'd be attempting to decipher it."
Remus sighed. Of course, he thought. He'd learned long ago that just because Sirius was looking over his shoulder at his book didn't mean that he was actually doing it so he could read.
Sirius had now taken to pacing around the room, a sort of erratic walk-skip-jump that distracted Remus from his reading and forced a snort of laughter out of him.
"What, Moony?" Sirius asked, looking at him impatiently. "What are you doing? Keep reading!"
"Keep reading?" Remus looked at him incredulously. "How on Earth do you expect me to keep reading when you dig your chin into my shoulder and hop around like a Chocolate Frog?" he asked, but he was grinning.
"Never mind that," Sirius said, and sat down on a couch, watching Remus intently. "Keep reading!"
Remus glared at Sirius for a second before finally sighing and returning to his book.
Sirius continued watching Remus for almost ten minutes, rapping his fingers on his knee and jiggling one foot, when suddenly he perked up, seeing that Remus was now looking at him.
Remus had indeed looked up from his book; he then walked directly across common room and kissed Sirius sincerely on the mouth.
Neglected lay the open book on Remus' abandoned chair, three inky words on page one-fifty written in Sirius' scrawling hand standing out on the page:
"I love you."