A.N: I'm currently looking for the fifth and last poem or song that could finish this story. If anyone wants it to go a specific way they can email me the lyrics/poem and I'll decide if it fits. The poem for this chapter was written by Amanda L. Westbrock - the link, again, is available by request. My apologies about Behold the Turtle - it is still being written, but I can't get the right height or magical wind properly timed to Snape's commando-ness. I especially feel bad because chapter four is dedicated to Mooncheese, because she was my second online reviewer. Sorry about the wait.

Oh, and also, I'm experimenting with different points of view and past/present tense at the moment. You'll be able to see that in the next couple chapters of this and prolly the next few updates with BtT.

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I Would Write You A Love Letter

He looks so peaceful when he sleeps. Deep breathing, eyes fluttering in dream - I want to take a picture but he'd kill me. I can't help but grin at his sleeping form in the darkness.

After a few minutes he shifts with a groan from his back to his side facing me. Gods he's gorgeous. The single candle across the room reflect wonderfully off his black hair. I want to touch, but he'd wake up. Instead I keep watching. I'm always watching him and he knows it; I think he secretly enjoys it, even if he does snap, "A picture would last you longer, Remus." I just smile and say, "Maybe, but you're camera shy." then he mutters about people he's supposedly injured for calling him shy. I chuckle silently to the darkness as he slides his arm under the pillow. Anyone would be shocked to find out how relaxed the bastardly Potions Master of Hogwarts could be.

The clock beside the bed catches my attention - 3:52 am. I've got just over an hour before I have to meet Albus for my next mission. Severus doesn't wake up until about six, so I'll have to wake him to say goodbye. We've excepted that each mission could be my last, each Death Eater meeting his, so we always see each other beforehand. That's why I'm in his bed.

I hate waking him up to say goodbye. I hate waking him period. He's expecting me to though. I wonder if I could get away with just leaving him a letter.

Slowly I get out of bed, careful not to wake him. My clothes are still in the living room beside the couch where we abandoned them. We need to bring them in the bedroom next time so I don't have to streak through the cold rooms. He may have windows that appear to look outside but we're still in the dungeons. They're like the windows in the Ministry of Magic. I throw some wood in the fireplace and light it quickly. As the room slowly heats up I wander to Severus' desk and pick out some ink, a quill and a slip of parchment.

I sit on the couch again and try to think of what to write to him. Instead I'm distracted by the memory of how he had kissed me earlier, right here where I sit. How he'd laughed when I complained how cold it was in his rooms after he'd gotten my shirt off.

You won't be cold much longer, he'd promised in a husky whisper.

I realise I'm tapping the page with the quill. I stop, worried that his apparent super-sensitive hearing will rouse him at the noise. I stare blankly at the page, willing words to come to me.

I would write you a love letter

But there isn't enough paper

To write down everything wonderful about you-

The way you laugh, talk, and kiss,

The way you do those little things

That make me so crazy about you

I think about the full moon last week, the morning after. He'd come and gave me a healing potion and made me breakfast. I was still sore after so he'd given me a massage. It was so sweet. Even though he 'doesn't do sweet.' He'd told me he loved me again. I know he won't say it often, but it's always worth the wait. I wonder if he'll come next month too.

I would write you a love letter

But there aren't enough pencils

Or pens or ink to put down

How you make me feel-

How you make my heart beat faster

And my breath catch whenever we're close,

How you stay with me

Like a love song I can't get out of my head

Tapping again. I set the quill down to cease the sound. There is only the crackling of the fire now. I can feel frustration building up. Frustration at not being able to write a simple letter to the man I love. The clock on the mantle shows 4:30. In half an hour I'll have to be at Grimmauld Place to meet Albus. I sigh deeply. I don't want to go.

What I do want is to crawl back in bed with Severus and keep watching him.

I would write you a love letter

But there aren't enough hours

Or days or lifetimes

To describe all you mean to me-

The way you've changed my world

And made me dream things

I never dared dream before

The little clock chimes five times. I need to go, right now. I scrawl the first thing that comes to mind and leave through the floo network.

Severus awoke an hour later, pissed that Remus hadn't woken him. He showered and dressed, muttering about saying goodbye. As soon as he got into his kitchenette he poured some life-saving coffee. He walked slowly around his rooms, picking up abandoned cloths and glasses from the night before. As he passed the coffee table he saw the parchment, ink and quill sitting there. He flipped over the page and read the hurried note. He smiled in spite of himself and slipped it in his pocket, making a mental note to put it somewhere safe.

I would write you a love letter

But I can't

I love you too much.

-Love Remus