Remus woke up as the sunlight started to seep into the room. He was nicely warm and relaxed, feeling incredibly safe. That was when he realised he was snuggled against someone. Sirius. Remus was pressed against Sirius' chest where he could feel a deep even breath and Sirius had an arm wrapped tightly around him. Their bare legs were tangled together and they shared a single blanket.

Agreeing to share a bed had been a ridiculously terrible idea. He could just have said no, Sirius had certainly meant it as a joke, but Remus really hadn't wanted to be an even bigger bother than he already was. Remus had always know he was a cuddler, he'd always woke up to find that he was hugging either a stuffed animal, his blanket or even his pillow. He'd definitely known, so what had made him think his natural cuddler instinct wouldn't kick into action now? He had no idea, he realised as Sirius' scent filled his nostrils and it felt like his body was on fire in the places his and Sirius' bare skin touched. The real surprise, however, was that apparently Sirius was a cuddler too, judging by the tight embrace.

He slowly opened his eyes. He had to get out of the bed before Sirius awoke, because that'd be beyond awkward. Remus carefully managed to untangle their legs and slowly started to pull his right hand away from Sirius' where their fingers were loosely laced together. Remus slowly inched backwards, but soon hit the wall behind him. Sirius' arm tightened around him and Remus realised he was trapped.

Remus considered just staying put, but immediately dumped that idea. That would be really great when Sirius woke up and started yelling of him or something like that, not that he could imagine Sirius yelling to be honest, but the thought alone that Sirius wouldn't be even remotely pleased made Remus press his back firmly against the wall and carefully slide towards the foot end of the bed, making himself brush against Sirius' entire body as he went, until he ended up sitting on the floor.

Remus slowly rose to his feet astonished of how elegant that had actually been, usually Remus didn't do "elegant". He picked up his ruined jeans, perhaps he could get Sirius to fix them for him later, and headed towards the bathroom, intending to take a much needed bath. He did however not get any farther than the library he'd passed a couple of times already.

At the sight of the old books he immediately dropped the jeans in his hands and slowly reached out his hands, caressing the spines of the old battered books. He inhaled the smell of old books and carefully took one from the shelf. It was fairly new compared to the other books in the room, ten years at the most, but with an old-looking brown cover, which in golden letters said Approaching healing historically. To most people it would probably look like the dullest book in existence, but not to Remus. He immediately sat down in the middle of the room, not caring that his entire body was aching, he probably was smelling like a dead animal, his hair was looking like said animal as well and he was getting goosebumps all over, because "summer" in England wasn't exactly summer and Remus was very receptive to cold.

That was how Sirius found him more than an hour later.

Remus violently flinched and nearly dropped the book when Sirius' voice suddenly sounded "What are you doing?"

Remus looked up and saw Sirius leaning against the doorframe with a quirked eyebrow. "Um, reading," Remus replied, suddenly realising that it probably wasn't considered polite behaviour to just grab a book and start reading without permission, "Sorry," Remus muttered and started to get up from the floor.

"Why?" Sirius inquired and crouched down beside Remus on the floor, "What are you reading?"

"Nothing special," Remus shrugged "Just a book about healing through the centuries."

"There has to be something special about it if you want to read it," Sirius pointed out and looked expectantly at Remus.

Remus' cheeks were burning "It's really stupid," he bit his lip.

"Ooh, now it's getting interesting," Sirius grinned, sounding sincerely interested as he sat completely down beside Remus.

Remus sighed "When I was younger I wanted to be a Healer, but, yeah, that was before I turned 11, it was stupid even before that," Remus rubbed his neck "Of course I have realised that becoming a Healer isn't going to happen and that I'll have to settle with Doctor, but somehow…" Remus stopped and shook his head, smiling a tiny smile "Told you it was ridiculous."

Sirius placed a hand on Remus' shoulder, forcing him to look into his eyes where an intense fire had started burning "It's not." then he dropped his hand and smiled, the serious look on his face gone just as fast as it'd come "Why aren't you wearing any trousers?"

Remus violently blushed and mumbled "I was on my way to take a bath, but then I kind of didn't get past the library," Sirius started laughing "Hey, you're not wearing any trousers either," Remus pointed out.

"Touché," Sirius grinned, "Do you want to take the first bath or will you rather continue reading half-naked on the floor?"

Remus' face turned, if possible, even redder. He quickly got up and put the book back on the shelf before picking up his jeans and heading for the bathroom.

Remus shut the bathroom door behind him and went to turn on the water to fill the bathtub. For half a second Remus wondered how they even had water in the middle of the forest but decided that he didn't want to bother with it and just accepted it as magic. Remus pulled the shirt over his head and carefully put the clothing he'd borrowed from Sirius down on a small wooden chest.

He stripped completely, turned off the tabs and sunk down in the water that was a bit too warm for comfort. Remus gave a content sigh and allowed the water to wash away the events of the transformation night and the day before where he'd run away from home.

Technically his parents hadn't known that he'd run away from the start. Usually his father accompanied him to an abandoned place where he could transform but seeing that his father had been buried in work this time and was too busy Remus had suggested he could just go alone. His mother had been very reluctant to begin with, but his father always had the last word. As soon as his parents had agreed that he could do it by himself this time Remus had made his mind up. He wasn't coming back, they'd be far better off without him.

Remus slowly realised that there were tears streaming down his face. It's for the best. he firmly told himself, but that wasn't what stopped his pathetic crying. What stopped him was the thought of Sirius. The thought of not having to be alone but instead being with someone who understood him.

He really should make up some lie about what had happened before Sirius had found him but Remus was tired of lying, he had always been lying. Telling his parents that he was fine, telling the teachers that he'd been ill, telling his classmates that he'd been ill, telling his friends that his mother didn't like visitors to hide the fact that he came from a wizard home. Not that Remus had ever had any very close friends, he mostly kept to himself because he wanted to avoid being a burden, besides no one really liked him.

He really had to stop whining. Remus found a piece of soap and quickly finished his bath deciding that he'd already spent too much time in there.

Remus got out of the bathtub careful not to slip. When Remus had been younger he'd slipped in the bathroom and ended up in the hospital only dressed in a bathing robe, he still had a small scar in the back of the head to remind him.

That was when he realised that there were no towels. And that's why you always check that kind of thing before. Just like toilet paper. Remus mentally smacked himself. This was just great.

Remus walked to the door, water dripping from his hair and body. He slowly opened the door ajar, "Sirius?" He hesitantly called, when there was no answer he repeated it a little louder.

"What?" Sirius appeared just outside the door where he stopped with an odd expression on his face, making Remus very aware of the fact that he was completely naked only with a, a bit too open, door covering him.

"You wouldn't happen to have a towel, would you?" Remus discreetly tried to push the door a bit more closed to cover the scars marring his torso.

Sirius looked like he was ready to faint, then, with visible effort, he quaked "What? Oh, towel, sure, two seconds," and darted off.

xXxXx

Sirius stared blankly at the closet in the bedroom.

Remus stood with water streaming from his dark-brown hair across his flushed face and across his naked torso until the water droplets disappeared behind the door that was the only thing separating Sirius from a wet, naked Remus.

Fuck. Sirius banged his clenched fist into the closet door, this really wasn't helping, at all. Sirius inhaled deeply and slowly let his breath out again, Remus was waiting for him to get that towel.

Remus was curled up and snuggled against Sirius' chest, sound asleep with a peaceful expression on his face. He made a sleepy sound and snuggled closer to Sirius before he with a soft smile laced their fingers together.

Will you stop that? Sirius considered hitting himself, lust he could handle, but this... Sirius furiously shook his head and forcefully yanked out a towel, making the entire pile fall to the floor. He swore loudly and haphazardly threw the rest of the towels back inside apart from an extra one for himself.

When he handed the towel to Remus he tried not to stare, really, he did, but his brain was working against him and somehow he ended up staring a lot more than intended, by accident of course.

When Sirius had finished bathing, something that surprisingly enough hadn't turned into thinking about Remus while doing things Remus would approve very little of, Sirius returned to the bedroom.

Remus was on his knees with his back turned to Sirius who stopped in the door, absolutely silent.

"… but please, please don't let my selfishness harm anyone else. Amen." Remus slowly stood up and turned. The moment he saw Sirius he clasped a hand over his mouth and stepped a bit back with Shit written all over his face.

"What are you doing?" Sirius asked. Amen, he was positive he'd heard that before.

Remus looked terribly distressed and almost whispered "Praying."

"Why?" Sirius inquired as it slowly dawned to him that Remus was religious. He did, however, not have any idea why Remus looked so bloody embarrassed about the whole thing.

"Um, to be in closer contact with God, and such," Remus hesitantly replied.

"I didn't hear anything if that's what you're afraid of," Sirius assured him. There were some religious people in the wizarding-community, but largely wizards weren't religious, superstitious: yes, religious: no. Those who were, were typically muggle-born or half-blood so, being pureblood, Sirius only had a pretty vague idea about religion.

Remus seemed to relax a bit, but still looked very uncomfortable "No, it's not really that, I just didn't want you to know that I'm a Christian." Sirius looked expectantly at him and as wished Remus started to explain "It's a bit like you don't scream from the rooftops that you're pureblood. There are too many prejudices," Remus shrugged.

"I really don't care," Sirius smiled, "You could be a werewolf for all I care," this didn't exactly earn Sirius the wanted reaction, Remus turned positively green. Sirius started to panic and then he turned to a last resort, something he generally didn't do: Hugs.

Sirius stepped forward and enveloped Remus in a hug "Don't worry about it." seemed to be the right thing to say because it made Remus relax, even though he didn't return the hug.

Sirius quickly let go of a blushing Remus "I think I'll find some breakfast, you coming?" Sirius headed for the study without waiting for a reply but heard Remus shuffle along behind him.

Sirius started looking for the bread he knew he'd brought with him. He really should move the trunk from the study but he couldn't be bothered, besides, this worked fine.

"Catch," Sirius called out and threw the bread to Remus without looking, with a tud the bread hit the floor. Sirius turned around "Nice catch."

"I wasn't prepared for being attacked with bread," Remus defended himself while picking up the bread.

"Excuses, excuses," Sirius drawled, suppressing a grin.

Remus loudly sighed, "You're impossible."

"Impossibly good looking, yes," Sirius smirked earning another resignedly sigh and a smack on the head with the bread, "Ow! How is it you're treating the food?" Sirius mocked.

"Just come on. Do you have a knife? Never mind, found it." Sirius closed his trunk and followed Remus to the kitchen. Sirius stopped in the door and observed Remus slicing the bread. He seemed completely relaxed and at home Making Sirius feel a mighty need to step up behind Remus, wrap his arms around the smaller boy and nuzzle his neck. Stop, right there, you're two around 16 year old guys who don't really know each other, not some kind of 60 years old married couple. Sirius had no idea why he was such a sap today. More like mentally disturbed. Sirius corrected himself.

He needed some air. "I'll be back in one second," Sirius headed for the door and just saw Remus' quizzical expression before stepping outside.

Sirius drew in the fresh morning air. The entire forest smelt of summer. Sirius liked the city very much, but it often made him feel sort of trapped, he'd rather be in the woods where he felt free. He reached his hands towards the blue sky before doing what he had intended to do.

Sirius walked over to the nearest bush and plucked off a leaf that was suitable for working as a feather.

He returned to the kitchen where Remus was setting the table.

Remus looked up "We don't really have anything to put on it so…" he indicated a plate with bread.

"It's fine," Sirius beamed making Remus' face turn a bright pink colour. Why is he always blushing? Sirius couldn't help but wonder. It was distractingly adorable.

Just as Remus sat down Sirius remembered the leaf "I said I'd teach you magic," he passed the leaf to Remus who quirked an eyebrow at him. Then Sirius pulled out his wand and held it out to Remus. 11.5 inches of Holly with a core of Unicorn hair.

Remus' eyes widened "Are you sure about that?" he gasped.

"Well, it's the only wand around here, at least the only one suitable for that," Sirius smirked.

Remus rolled his eyes and mumbled "Very mature." but took the wand never the less, Sirius tried not to think about the fact that he had just handed his wand over without hesitating "Can I even use it properly? I mean – " Remus started while setting the leaf on the table.

"We'll se, wont we," Sirius grinned. He was aware of the whole The wand chooses the wizard-thing but somehow he felt this was going to work, "Do you know the levitation charm?"

Remus stopped staring at the wand and nodded. He inhaled sharply and nervously stammered "Wingardium Leviosa," while pointing the wand at the leaf and making the necessary swish and flick. Nothing happened "I can't do it," Remus trembled.

"Like hell you can't. What was that? You have to believe in it," Sirius restrained from rolling his eyes, he had a vague idea that Remus wouldn't appreciate it.

Remus repeated the movement and the spell with a little more confidence. The leaf moved.

"See?" Sirius stepped behind Remus, earning a quizzical look. "You have to make the swish a bit softer," Sirius stepped closer to Remus and wrapped his hand around Remus' shaking one, the thought that perhaps it'd be more practical just to show it himself, off. Remus immediately tensed up. "Relax," Sirius smiled and told himself the same thing. Sirius gently moved their hands in the motion required. "Like that," Sirius reluctantly stepped back.

Remus slowly inhaled and firmly spoke "Wingardium Leviosa." when the leaf started hovering Remus let out a surprised gasp, the break of concentration made the leaf fall to the table again, but Sirius couldn't care less about the leaf because in that moment Remus smiling turned to face him. "I think it works." Remus beamed.

"Of course it works," Sirius smirked as he accepted his wand back and sat down on the chair opposite of Remus. He picked a piece of bread an bit into it, "So, that bag of yours, any idea where you lost it?" Sirius inquired after swallowing.

"Not really," Remus was carefully separating the crust from the bread itself "North, I should think." Remus put the white bread in his mouth thereby causing Sirius to stare and effectively cutting off a snide remark before Sirius had even verbalised it.

"Then we'll go north." Sirius agreed.

Remus snickered.

"What?"

"Nothing," Remus grinned, "You just sound like one of those dramatic adventure films."

"I am not completely sure what you're talking about, so I'll just smile and nod." Sirius joked and did as he said he would.

"Prat."

"Speak for yourself," Sirius threw his piece of half bread at Remus.

"Did you just throw food at me?" Remus gasped.

"Yeah, I believe I did." this earned Sirius his piece of bread thrown back at him, "Weren't you supposed to be the mature one?"

"I'm still more mature than you," Remus smirked, "Doesn't take much."

"Hey!"

A/N: All right maybe not the most serious chapter I've even written... yup, the fluff possessed me, hope you don't mind ^^

As always my purpose is to entertain you guys so I'd be happy to know if my mission succeeded.