I wrote this in about 15 minutes. Don't know where the idea's from,
but I like it.
It all belongs to JK Rowling.
I won't say it wasn't unexpected. It was, but not in a bad way. We were sitting in the library, discussing the Transfiguration homework, and then he leaned over the table and kissed me. There were no fireworks, no celebrations or explosions. It was like sunlight after a storm, or a warm fire on a Winter's day. Lazy. Soft, like the down of a pillow. Languidly, with no rush. Soon he will come rushing up the stairs into the dormitory, smelling like snow and cold air, and he will kiss me again. Until then, I am content to wait. He will still be my Sirius when he arrives, just as I will still be his Remus.
I won't say it wasn't unexpected. It was, but not in a bad way. We were sitting in the library, discussing the Transfiguration homework, and then he leaned over the table and kissed me. There were no fireworks, no celebrations or explosions. It was like sunlight after a storm, or a warm fire on a Winter's day. Lazy. Soft, like the down of a pillow. Languidly, with no rush. Soon he will come rushing up the stairs into the dormitory, smelling like snow and cold air, and he will kiss me again. Until then, I am content to wait. He will still be my Sirius when he arrives, just as I will still be his Remus.