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Remus tapped his quill against the blank parchment that lay in front of him, his mind hopelessly blank. Valentines was the following day and he knew he had to do something. Leaning forwards gently he scratched a few words in ink onto the sheet.

The things I love about Sirius Black.

The quill started tapping again as Remus began to mull over what to write next, ideas and memories coming to the forefront of his mind…

The way he brushes his unruly black hair back out of his eyes.

Images of Sirius sat beside the lake on a warm summer afternoon filled Remus' heart with want.

The way his eyes light up when he laughs.

Remus retelling Peter's useless antics in potions that led to detention for both of them, and Sirius barking with laughter.

The way he defends his friends no matter what.

James howling as a result of the curse that hit him in the face and Sirius standing tall in front of him with his wand ready to offer defence from the Slytherin ambush, his eyes full of fury.

The way he comforts me during the full moon.

Sirius watching, pale faced and worried as Remus attempts to sleep before his evening becomes a living nightmare. Slowly and shakily Sirius reaches out and takes his hand…

The way his nose crinkles when he tries to concentrate.

Staring across the common room to where James and Sirius attempt their History of Magic essay, knowing himself he will eventually give in and do it for them.

The way he can barely function too early in the morning.

Remus throws a clean robe at the adorable bleary-eyed 17 year old stumbling around the bedroom with his eyes half closed.

The way his hand feels in mine.

In silence, in secret, where no one can comment or raise eyebrows judgementally, their hands clasp tightly together.

The way he smells so good after a shower.

Remus leans in just a little closer than usual across the table, earning a suggestive wink from Sirius in response.

The way he turns to me first after a nightmare.

The bed curtains separate slowly as Sirius seeks the comfort and reassurance of his boyfriend, a warm embrace ready and waiting for him.

The way he is all mine.

Sirius larking about with James, Sirius laughing at Peter's jokes, Sirius smiling at Remus whenever he enters a room…

Quill in his mouth, Remus smiles softly and rolls the parchment before tying it with a red ribbon.

Sirius Black: My Valentine.