Memories remain
Era: Order of the Phoenix
Setting: Sirius is scrutinizing Remus' bedroom
Rating: K+
He reached out and pulled open a drawer. His gaze fell upon a collection of neatly folded boxers. He smirked.
"Which of them do you wear most often?"
Remus raised an eyebrow. "Why are you interested in that?"
He returned the glance and looked unashamedly in those amber eyes.
"Because you know I always wonder about what you might wear beneath those trousers."
The former, younger Remus might have blushed, to say the very least, and would have made a hasty diversion away from a subject as touchy as this.
The Remus now standing in front of him just smirked amusedly.
The reaction was merely another drop into the already brimmed glass he had labelled "Remus Lupin Sexiness" in his head.
"Those are nice," he said and pointed at a pair of midnight blue silk boxers.
"Thanks," Remus replied, smirking. "If you need to know, they're one of my favourites."
Then he shook his head, remembering something. His expression was torn; sorrow and bitterness and amusement fighting to dominate his beautiful features.
"Imagine James' face if he heard us discussing my undies."
Sirius barked a laugh. It was those memories, the happy, albeit terribly painful memories that bound them together now, even more than ever before.
"It's strange, isn't it," Remus said, "that we can't stop thinking about him. I mean, at least we're the Marauders. We should be committing legends instead of pitying ourselves."
"That's probably what he'd have told us," Sirius said, picking up the thought. "And still I find myself unable to."
"I know," Remus said. The look in his amber eyes turned very gentle.
"Me too."
They sat next to each other in silence, reminiscing in the shadow of the imposing four-poster bed made of massive walnut wood in the middle of Grimmauld Place's gloomy master suite.
