Title: Bliss
Author: Mistaria
Rating: PG
Pairing: Sirius/Remus
Disclaimer: Remus Lupin and Sirius Black both belong to the wonderful author JK Rowling. I have no intentions to abuse her creations or make money out of this whatsoever.
Author Notes: This story was inspired by the talented Rhysenn who asked for ficlets and drabbles in exchange for 'Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban' screencaps.
Bliss
Sirius has been waiting for this moment. Getting Remus alone in the boy's dormitory after his last Full Moon, silently locking the door behind them after Remus' return from the Hospital Wing.
"Remus."
He turns and his hazel eyes are weary. "Sirius... please... I need..." He stumbles and reaches the edge of James' bed, which is closest to the door.
"I need to sleep Sirius. No pranks tonight, no homework questions, just sleep."
Sirius knows that he must look slightly crestfallen. Remus is biting his lip and staring at him apologetically, his head slightly bend, a golden lock of hair falling over his eyes. It'll turn grey soon... Coming winter that golden hair will turn grey.
Sirius shakes himself. It's Important this time.
And he says it as well: "It's Important Remus." Even voicing the capital.
And then he concentrates, and the last thing he sees is Remus staring at him in quiet amazement. When he transfigures again Remus is suddenly much much closer. The dog had put it's head in the boys lap to be skritched but now, Sirius again, wants to do something quite quite different.
"R-remus...?"
He blinks once, very slowly and oh, Sirius wants to never forget that moment, that look of quiet admiration, of amazement, directed at him. Closet Animagus.
"I...Are you... You're not angry are you? I wanted to show you before..." He doesn't finish that sentence.
Before the others did, he'd wanted to say. But he doesn't need to because Remus is still there. And he doesn't pull away.
And then, carefully, slowly, Sirius concentrates again. On something entirely different this time. And yet not, because even this makes Remus stare in amazement.
For a moment he worries if he's doing the right thing, something he's wondered about often these past few months. But then, Remus moves, makes a tiny little sound, and it's all warmth and kisses and Remus Remus.
And Sirius forgets all those months of frustration, of trial and error, of breaking rules and getting detentions, of searching and not being able to find the right book, the right motives, the right reasons. And realises that this, only this, is what he will ever need in return.
Just this.
His Remus.
His.