Okay this is short because I've stolen my mums computer, sssh! Its a secret! Someone requested Sirius talking about how small Remus is so here it is! Sorry for the spelling mistakes but the computer hasn't got spellcheck, i've never missed autocorrect so much...

Sirius chuckled contently as he felt Remus wobbling on is tiptoes, in order to kiss the older raven haired by, it really was quite a sight to see the smaller by, with his golden eyes squeezed shut, pale lips puckered and the skin above his brow furrowed in concentration, the kind of furrowed brow Remus usually got during a partically hard test or when he peeling a partically hard orange, both completely unrelated subjects had somehow managed to gains Remus's so called 'concentration' face.

When Remus's mouth had finally grazed Sirius's own eager awaiting lips, he'd suddenly tripped backwards and fell on his rear-end in Sirius's front garden, somehow triggering the doorbell.

"SIRIUS! GET THE DOOR!" He heard his aunt cry from where she was feeding the baby Regulus in he kitchen.

"GOT IT!" He screamed back, offering a pouting Remus a hand up.

"I need a step ladder." Remus huffed adorably, sticking out his lower lip while simutaneosly rubbing his bottom, in tired sort of way, as if he was sick falling over so much.

"Ill do that for you?" Sirius grinned lewdly, raising his eyebrows at Remus's hand. The reaction he would get tin the prudish boy would be priceless...

"S-S-Sirius!" Remus stammered, cheeks flushing and eyes widening, his hand almost imediantely stilling its movements.

"Calm down Remus, I was joking, unless you'd like me too?" Sirius grinned that same provacative smile, causing Remus to flush more.

"Absolutely not!" Remus exclaimed, grinning when he saw Sirius was only joking.

"Pity..." Sirius murmured, bending his head so his breath ghosted ever so slightly over the younger boys lips, he almost grinned in satisfaction when he felt the golden haired angel shiver, ever-so-slightly, but he was determined to keep up this charade, "Its such a fine bum too..."

Sirius cut off Remus's outraged squeak by pressing their lips together, smiling when he felt Remus go back on his tip toes and throw his arms around his neck. Sirius knew he'd have a creak in his neck tomorrow, but that was okay, he'd probably get Remus to massage it for him, hopefully, they'd end up kissing in the abandoned classroom like last time, with him holding Remus firmly in his lap so they saw eye-to-eye.

He knew he shouldn't like the fact Remus was so much smaller than him, in his previous relationships, he'd always been the smaller one, and now, well Remus put it best, he'd need a step ladder. In many ways, Remus was the complete opposite of the rest of Sirius's dates. They'd always been tall, bulky guys with dark hair and facial hair. Remus was skinny, tiny with olden hair and a complete inability to grow facial hair.

Just last week Remus admitted his mother took him to the doctors about it.

Also though, in his traits too, Sirius's exes, were mean, beat around the bush and stab you in the back sort of blokes that couldn't spell their own names. Remus was kind, slightly blunt, slightly sarcastic who one awards for intellectual stuff Sirius only listened to, to hear the calming velvetyness of Remus's voice.

But he also loved his shortness (Remus refused to be called small, insisting he as just vertically challenged) because it portrayed his innocence, because when Sirius saw him walking down the hall towards him, well, I say walking but what I really mean is sprinting down the corridors, the twins not so far behind with a fuming teacher hot on their heels, Sirius would see a childlike innocence about him, shown through the mischevious smile ussually flashed a him as he passed in a whirlwind, Sirius supposed he should feel like a peado but he didn't really, because although, Remus was a bit of a prankster like himself, he was also plenty mature, so things evened themselves out enough.

He also loved the way Remus's arms would feel around his neck, skinny things covered in sinewy muscles gained from track, holding on for dear life as he wobbled precariously on his toes, even after they'd pull'd away, the feel of his long sleeved white t-shirt, pressed against his neck as they just stayed there, resting forehead aginst forehead, not whispering but knowing those silents words of "I love you..." shown through bright eyes and soft smiles instead of hushed murmuring, knowing if they started saying it they'd never stop, not until the whole world knew.

And right there, at this very moment, with the cold air trickling in through the door with the orange light flashing from the broken lamppost down the street, holding Remus tight, resting his chin on the boys soft hair, knowing his aunt was watching them from the doorway but not caring because, right at that moment, Sirius felt loved, holding onto his angel with all his might.