Author's Note:

Well, here's your envy. It's small again, but oh well.


Invidia

"Fucking Merlin. Rem, how many more months until we never have to wear these ugly bastards again?" whined Sirius Black as he looked at the reflection of himself in the mirror in the Gryffindor boys' dormitory. "I can't stand looking so damn hideous any longer."

Remus Lupin glared at the boy as he lay on his bed. The werewolf thought that Sirius was and would always be perfect. Originally, the boy thought it was just because of the love he had for his friend, but it was something more. Sirius Black was by far the most handsome boy he had ever seen. It was almost too painful to be his friend; Remus felt that he was by far more disgusting than the Hogwarts uniform over which Sirius was fussing.

Sirius had the most astonishing features. His wavy, raven colored locks gracefully framed his delicate face. His jaw line was smooth and sharp; his cheek bones were prominent and aristocratic. His teeth were perfectly straight and the brightest shade of white, despite his habit of smoking he and Remus picked up over the past summer. They were hidden behind full, red lips that Remus craved to kiss. His eyes were the best part. They were two large orbs of liquid silver, and they revealed his every emotion, making Remus love him even more.

Sirius also had the most magnificent body. His arms were chiseled and his stomach was lean. His skin was as radiant as the sun. The flesh lacked any disfigurement or blemish, making it all the more breath taking.

Sirius Black had everything that Remus Lupin would never have. Remus was tall and lanky. His hair was a brittle mess of brown, with flecks of gray from stress. His eyes were weary and rarely held a sense of life in them. His teeth were crooked and slightly yellow from the cigarettes he shared with Sirius. Not only was his skin a sickly shade of white, but it was also scarred from his self inflicted wounds as a result of being a werewolf , as well as a depressed teen. He was absolutely hideous when he compared himself to the boy eying himself in the mirror.

Remus never envied anyone more than Sirius Black. Despite his family issues, the boy had a perfect life. Good looks, great grades, wonderful personality. The boy would look great in just about anything, whether it be the uniform or a paper bag. He could shag just about anyone he wanted; Remus never understood why Sirius loved him in the first place. He was glad he did, but Remus felt that his friend could have taken just about any girl or boy that walked the halls of Hogwarts.

"You look wonderful, love," responded Remus, hardly paying attention to Sirius, since he knew that if he did, he would feel the envy in his bones once more. "And I think about seven months left," he answered, although he knew Sirius was only asking rhetorically.

"Oh, Remus, you have to say that," Sirius responded, not removing his eyes from the reflection. "You're my boyfriend. You'd say I was ugly if we weren't in love."

Oh, if only you knew how much I wished to be you, thought Remus. Trying to give a small smile to his lover, he looked up at the boy and said, "Sirius, love. I'm the hideous one in this relationship; you are absolutely beautiful."