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~Sirius' POV, Monday 15th September~

One week without my beloved has been one week of banishment to a lonely, dreary, icy, Hell.

"Remus, Remus, Remus," I murmur. I love the way his name sounds on my tongue. I'm sat on my bed trying to do my charms homework but without Remus Lupin to help me, I'm failing miserably. I can conjure a picture of the werewolf in my mind's eye that is as clear as if he stood before me but it is no consolation for his absence.

I miss him so much. Suddenly, I have the strangest desire to draw him but I know I could never do him justice. Besides, I'm crap at drawing. Instead I start to write a poem and soon I find my quill is scribbling across the parchment with a momentum of its own.

My Remus [I write] I love your amber eyes, which can light my path:

            Two great fire-beacons shining bright.

            The warm soothing sound of your laugh,

            Will always set my world alight.

            Your silky voice makes butter melt,

            As well as my too eager heart.

            I love your young body, so smooth and soft.

            Whenever you touch me I start.

            I love your gentle face, alive with mirth,

            Or creased into a frown,

            But best of all is still your eyes:

            Deep pools in which a man can drown.

           

I throw the pen down. The poem doesn't do Remus justice either but it'll have to do. I sit for a further minute reading my work and wondering at what would happen if James read it by accident.

            "Not a bad poem, really," James whispers in my ear. "Not bad at all. I think the rhythm's a bit dodgy on the second verse and the whole thing's a bit too mushy for my taste but all-in-all it's not a bad effort."

            I jump up and face him angrily. He has that bloody mischievous look on his face. "YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO BE-" I start to yell.

            James cuts me off. "I don't mind you being gay, Padfoot. I've known for ages. I just thought you might tell me of your own accord- we've been friends since we were children."

            "When did you-"

            "It was towards the end of last year that you started to look at Remus differently. Sort of like he was something that you owned and loved and wanted to protect. I thought you might be gay back then but I had no idea that you and Remus were together." He gestures at the poem he had been reading over my shoulder with a huge grin on his face.

            "We're not-"

            James interrupts. "I knew you were meant for each other. Something about the child of the moon and the boy named after a star…" James smiles at me again, only more shyly.

            "We're not together," I say sadly and sit back down on the bed. James takes a seat next to me. "I love him so much that sometimes I can't stand it but I don't know how to tell him." Then I feel myself start to break down and for the first time since second year I have to hold back tears. " You need to help me, mate, I just don't know what to think."

            James bites his bottom lip and stairs towards Remus' empty bed as though deep in thought. Then he seems to come to a decision. "You know, Sirius, I think he loves you too."