Set before the previous chapter.


"I know someone who fancies you. Yes, you know them. Very well, in fact. Have a guess. I'm not telling you. Nope, not Marlene. Not Mary, and not Alice either. Thick outside the box. Give up? It's Sirius. I'm not trying to be funny! It's the way he looks at you! Honest!"

Bertha's words rang in Remus's head during History Of Magic. They were the only thing he could think of. Professor Binn's insipid droning wasn't getting through his barrier of thought that day.

Sirius fancies me? It can't be true.

Remus looked to his side, where Lily's head was against the desk. She was sleeping, and Remus couldn't blame her. The two had Prefect Duty the night before, so they were both pooped. Remus promised her that he would let her look at his notes so that she could sleep. The problem was that Remus wasn't getting any notes written down. His eyes continued searching the room.

They settled on James and Sirius. Their heads were leaning in close, and they were whispering together. James was facing away from Remus, but Sirius was facing towards him.

Sirius Black was truly a sight to behold. Remus couldn't deny that he honestly fancied Sirius a little bit. It was hard not to.

Sirius had a glorious mop of raven coloured hair that was shiny and soft, and smelt of green apples. There was not a single blemish on his skin apart from a few scars here and there. One near his right eyebrow, and a few on his body. Mostly from fights and accidents caused by the Marauders. There was four or five that Sirius didn't speak about, thought. They were on his stomach, near his hips. James had asked once, and Sirius frowned a little. "It's nothing." He said, but his eyes said otherwise.

Speaking of Sirius's eyes; they were grey in colour. But not a dull, dreary grey. There were a lively grey and gleamed in a way that could either be mischievous or risqué. But little did people know, Sirius had many more emotions that just playful and horny. He got angry easily, snapping at people who didn't deserve it sometimes. One could always tell when Sirius was upset or sad because he got quiet and didn't speak to anyone. He was also caring, kind, and sympathetic. Many times, when Remus awoke from a nightmare, Sirius would be at his side to hold him and he would say, "Don't let go. Don't let go of me, don't let go of yourself, and don't let go of life."

When the Marauders found out that Remus was a werewolf, Remus had asked them if they were afraid of him, or disgusted. Sirius had said, "Only disgusting people would think that you're disgusting. I, however, think you're delightful."

If more people knew how sweet Sirius was, they probably wouldn't take advantage of him the way they do.

Sirius's ears were pierced multiple times. He wore leather jackets and tight jeans. He smoked cigarettes and the Muggle drug marijuana, drank alcohol, and rode a motorbike. His grin was cheeky and it lit up the room with brilliant rays of happiness. He was able to make someone laugh no matter how upset they were. He could make people forget their past, their present, and their future. He was honest and true to himself and those qualities were rare in someone who also knew that they were drop dead gorgeous.

Remus found himself smiling as he watched Sirius chuckle quietly at something James had said to him. Sirius's chuckle was different from his laugh. His chuckle was low and attractive. His laugh was loud and bark-like but to Remus it was just as attractive.

James ran his hand through his hair, smiling broadly as he looked around the room. He looked over to Lily, before spinning back around quickly to face Sirius. James wrote something down on his parchment and pushed it towards him. Sirius read it, and then looked up. His eyes met Remus's, and his cheeks flushed pink. He then quickly looked away, towards the front of the classroom. James began to laugh loud enough that Professor Binns gave him a reprimanding glare.

Remus felt heat crawl up his cheeks as he looked down at his own parchment.

Maybe Bertha was telling the truth…