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Author's Notes : Did you know that if you rearrange the letters 'BDSM' you get SBDM? Sirius Black & Draco Malfoy? O.o. I just realized it when the last part of my challenge was given. Yes, I love challenges and now I've got my first one on this account, Its gonna be wicked, in the middle of writing it now.
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Sirius dreamed of flowers and daises. His dog senses could easily smell each and every flower he came by as he pranced around the field of flowers in his dog form. The sun was shinning brightly and the clouds looked like cotton candy.
If it rained in the dream it was raining chocolate. If it snowed it was gentle, and even though the snowflakes all looked the same they each had their own sparkle. And the sun never stopped shinning. The Sun which didn't kill your eyes to look at. The sun who looked like Remus.
Odd, isn't it? Moony being the sun? But thats what dreams are, odd.
And it was odd for Sirius, who was enjoying the smell of roses, to want to stay in dreamland just a bit longer. And longer. And when he finally awoke he was utterly disappointed. He didn't want to lose the memory of Remus smiling down at him and the perfect place he was in.
Thats another odd thing. Perfect seems like.. Communism. It seems like a wonderful place to be but when you hit the real world you realize that things weren't so great. You realize things weren't completely true. And even though you live in a world that isn't perfect, and you know perfect isn't so perfect after all, you appreciate some of what you have and long for the things you don't. Even if those things ain't so perfect after all.
Like Remus. Sirius knew Remus wasn't perfect. He was a Werewolf for Godric's sake! But he was one of those things that could seem perfect. He could feel perfect to the touch. His voice sounded perfect when he spoke. If he laughed the whole room was with him. He had that certain smile that made everyone wounder why he was so happy. But he wasn't so perfect after all.
And as for wondering why he was happy, you need a reason to be sad - you don't need a reason to be happy. Remus took the best in things. He wasn't happy on occasions, and Sirius, continuing his line of thought from the dorm to the common room, knew he wasn't happy now. Why should he be? Sirius had been a horrible friend. An absolute fool. And Sirius knew it.
Sirius soon found out that the cream had somewhat worked when he tried to sit down on the couch and experienced small shocks along his side. Oh well. He wasn't perfect either, you know.
Yes indeed, Sirius Black most certainly had his faults. No matter how much he wished himself perfect, Sirius knew he'd always be anything but.
Remus yawned as he rolled over in bed. He was dreaming of magic creams and horrid screaming, punching and kicking and crying. He was dreaming of hatred and unrequited love. And he knew this world wasn't perfect. He felt like the reality which he was absent from was perfect.
Perfect because Sirius hadn't pulled away when Remus helped him into bed. Perfect because Sirius hadn't flinched when Remus kissed the broken rib to help "make it all better". Perfect because he knew it really wasn't, and he longed for it to be. But perfect isn't really all its cut out to be.
Sirius knew he had some feelings for Remus. Something. He wasn't sure if it was love. But he could smile at Remus and when Remus smiled back he'd get butterflies in his stomach. It all started after the great hall incident. He even felt a stab of jealousy when giggling girls would pass Remus, yet Remus gave them the same smile he shared with Sirius.
Sirius couldn't help but feel he wanted to try something more. And he knew Remus felt the whole thing was his fault and it wasn't. But Sirius didn't want to make the first move. What good would it do to shatter broken glass.
"Morn' Pad.."
Remus' voice startled Sirius out of his thoughts and into his non-perfect reality. "Oi! Decided to join the land of the living?" Remus yawned in response. "Look alive Rem!" Sirius joked. Remus shook his head as he sat down beside Sirius' on the couch, "Its took early to look alive."Sirius chuckled. He knew something like that was coming. Remus was getting predictable.
Hm.. maybe that was the key to perfect, to make unpredictable moves, to counter every heart-breaking curse. Was it really worth a try? Was it worth going through all the pain and hurt again? Not to mention the name-calling that would go on. And the gossip!
Sirius pulled himself back to reality and noticed Remus had gotten up, gotten a book, and sat back down and Sirius hadn't noticed. Remus was now reading said book.
"Poe?"
"Nope. Emily Dickinson. She has a wonderful way with Poetry."
"Oh really?"
Remus nodded.
"Read me something from her?"
Remus rose a brow at this. Sirius interested in poetry? That was certainly different. "Maybe later."
"Oh..okay.. um.. how about you read me a poem of hers for a bedtime story?"
Remus chuckled but when he saw Sirius meant it he shrugged, "Why can't you read it yourself?" "Can't read." Sirius flashed a toothy grin before standing and stretching. "Damn I'm hungry." He said, still smiling.
No, this world wasn't Perfect. Yet. Even with its twist and turns Remus and Sirius both wanted a bit of Perfect, and both longed to hold onto what they had without damaging any future prospects.
No, not perfect indeed.