They sit in the shadow of the greenhouse, just the two of them, the silence between them doing nothing to eliminate the tender closeness.

Remus's hand grips his wrist tightly, as if to keep Severus from escaping, as he hunches over in the grass searching for something just beyond his reach.

"You know," Remus says, breaking the silence without looking up and causing Severus to start slightly. "If you find a four-leaf it's good luck." He does look up now, a little smile twisting his lips, "help me? I've never seen one before."

But at this moment, with the sun on Remus's face, and that familiar warmth at his wrist, Severus can hardly think of Shamrocks.