This chapter is dedicated to all the people who threatened, pleaded, bribed and nagged for longer chapters. Part of this was written over a month ago, so slightly cheating, but hey. Lykaios, you've already read part of this- but you said you liked it, so here!

Could you guys help me? First- what colour eyeshadow would go best with amber eyes and blonde hair? Second- what kind of age do you think they are in this? I always lose track of things like that.

Oh, and just to clarify- it's morning, and Remus and Sirius slept in the same bed, where they are now waking up.

"Morning." I push myself up on one elbow and smile down at Sirius. He rubs his eyes sleepily.

"What time is it?"

"Six."

"God," he moans. He places his hand across his eyes.

I lean over and kiss him lightly. "I should get back to my own bed," I breathe into his hair.

"Stay a bit longer." He stares at me. "I've been meaning to ask you."

"Meaning to ask me what?"

"About the coma. You were dreaming."

His grey eyes are intense. I gaze at him. "I know. I can remember bits, nothing definite." I lie down, so that I don't have to look into his eyes any more. The stare is unnerving me. "At one point I was with you. We were screaming at each other and I was crying."

He strokes my hair. "Dreams obviously don't come true. I won't ever make you cry."

I smile, even though he won't see it. "Another time, I was pleading with someone, asking them to get someone go. There was a lot of stuff with a boy."

"Good looking?"

His voice is over casual. He's jealous. "A bit. Nothing on you though. Then I was stood over someone who looked like Peter, my wand pointed at him. I got older, my hair nearly completely grey, and I was holding this boy. Someone died, someone I loved." I stop, feeling the heartache inside. Stupid, to feel so upset over a dream.

He laughs softly, the sound reverberating through his chest. "Let's just hope it wasn't me." He turns to face me, his face filled with a mischievous grin. "We'll have to make the most of the time we have left." He kisses me slowly, seductively, his tongue moving in my mouth. I moan his name, the sound muffled by his lips. He tastes different, harsher.

"Well, this certainly is interesting." I freeze at the voice. Sirius pulls away laughing. James climbs onto the bed, pulling the curtains shut behind him and sitting at the end of the bed.

Sirius sticks his tongue out. "Bugger off, Prongs. Things were just getting interesting."

"I don't think I'll be doing the buggering."

I sigh and renew the silencing charm on the bed. I only want one friend to find out about us this morning. I look at James awkwardly, gesturing at myself and Sirius. "James… do you mind, about this?"

"Do I mind what? That my two best friends are shagging?"

I cry "we are not!" at the same time that Sirius smirks "yes". I hit him softly.

James smiles at us indulgently. "I think it's sweet. How long have you been… together?"

"Since Rem woke up from the coma."

"About bloody time. You two were crazy about each other for ages. I was about to start betting on how long it would take you to get it on."

I try to stretch out, but find my feet blocked by James' body. "It's too crowded in here. Why did you come in here, James?"

Sirius smiles. "Did you want to join in?"

James' eyes widen and he leans back, shaking his hands. "No, I wouldn't want to intrude."

"Really?" Sirius runs his tongue up my cheek, making me shiver. "Rem tastes delicious." I try to push him off, but my heart isn't in it. His tongue is doing obscene things to my ear, and James is still watching us.

"I think I'd better take a shower." James runs from the bed.

"Make it cold," Sirius calls after him, lying back on the bed.

I laugh shakily. "I think I need a cold shower as well, after that."

"Go in there now and Prongs is liable to jump you." He strokes my cheek. "Kiss me." I oblige, turning onto my side to meld my lips to his. He leans over, pushing me onto my back, to straddle me, without breaking the kiss. He caresses my body, his expert hands wandering. I push my hands through his hair. He starts to undo my top.

I stop him there, pushing him away slightly and smiling apologetically. "Not yet, ok?"

He sits up, nodding his head, his eyes closed off. "Sure."

I sit up, swinging my legs over the side of the bed and hitting them on something. Reaching down, I pull out a case of Firewhiskey bottles, twelve in all. "Sirius, why is there alcohol under your bed?"

He shrugs carelessly. "Spare from the last party. I'm keeping it for the next one."

"There's never any spare."

"There was at the last party."

"Come here, Padders." I lean over and smell him. "That's what I could taste on you this morning."

"So what are you saying, Remus? That at some point during the night I got up to drink and then came back to bed? That I keep a crate of Firewhiskey under my bed for that purpose?" He folds his arms. "Thanks."

"No, I didn't mean it like that." I reach out and touch his arm. "I'm sorry, it's just I don't want you drinking. Not after what happened last time. I don't want you to try jumping off any towers."

He takes my hand. "Rem, I promise. Since we've been together I haven't drunk, and I won't get drunk." I smile at him and stand. I stagger slightly, pain in my ribs. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah. I'll just lie down for a bit."

"If you need me I'll be in the shower."

Somehow I get to my bed and collapse onto it, breathing heavily. I can't do that with Sirius every morning, no matter how good it feels. I raise my head to look at the base of the bed. There's a loose board there, and behind it I can see a piece of paper sticking out. I swivel so that I can pull it out. It's an envelope, the letter R written upon it in Sirius' flowing script. I open it curiously to see a letter addressed to me.

Dear Remus, aka Re, aka Remmie, aka Rem, aka Moony,

I don't really know why I'm writing this letter to you, since I see you every single day, but I can't sleep. So I thought I'd write this.

You're asleep, next to me. We're in my bed. We always end up sleeping with each other. You look really peaceful now, contented in your sleep. Every so often you murmur something softly. Something I can't hear. I try to, but I really can't.

You're dreaming. Evans told me that when eyes move behind the eyelids it means that the person is dreaming. I wonder if you're dreaming of me. I hope so. You're probably reading this and thinking 'what an egotistical prat'. And I suppose I am. But it isn't just that.

I dream of you, when I sleep. Because I love you. So much. I don't think you believe me when I tell you, but it's true. You don't think I really love, do you? With you, being near you sends my insides into cartwheels and fireworks. I can't really remember when I started to feel like this towards you. Once, before we got together, we had a party, and you got slightly 'tipsy'. You were falling over everything, and you ended up in my lap. You patted my cheek, and told me I was the 'studmuffin of Hogwarts'. I think that was when I realised how I felt. The feelings were there before, but I didn't know what they were.

Merlin, Rem, you're so strong. So strong that it scares me. You don't see it though, and when I tell you you say I'm flirting. I am, a little. But I really don't know how you do it. Every month you go through so much unbelievable pain. I heard you before we became Animagi, and could go in and comfort you. The howling and the screaming… and you had so many scratches on your torso. We didn't see them until second year. It was the summer, about one week after full moon. We didn't know about you then. We were all getting in the lake, coz it was boiling hot, but you were just sat there, fully dressed, with longing in your eyes. So I obliged by making your shirt disappear. For a second we all stopped, staring at your chest. You looked so scared. I just reached for you, pulled you in, and we didn't say anything about it.

Anyway, I got distracted. I've seen the pain you go through. You always told us not to watch you transform, but one day I had to. Your face twisted in agony, and I would have done anything to take that pain away.

But you never complain. And I think that impresses me the most. You know what I'm like- a hangnail and I'm screeching in pain. You have this amazing inner strength, and it reaches out to include me.

Yeah, I draw strength from you. You're probably blushing now. I also get calmness from you. With you I'm not so reckless, and I actually stop fidgeting if I'm sat with you. Mostly because you yell at me to stop. I haven't been in as many fights either since we've been together. Snivellus (sorry, Snape) and Regulus, sometimes that ultimate slime Malfoy, always try to get a rise out of me. Normally I'd oblige, and either hex them into the infirmary or beat them up, but if you're with me you put a hand on my arm and that pulls me up somewhere. I don't have to fight them, coz I have something far better. I have you. And you're so good and pure, some of it's even rubbed off on my 'Siriusly Black' soul. Sorry, couldn't resist. I clothed myself in your glory and your love… a line from your current favourite song. Aren't you proud of me for remembering it?

This is a really weird letter, huh? Ah well. It'll remind you of me when I'm not with you. Like when you're in bed, and I'm in the bathroom. That's as far as I'll ever get from you, I promise.

Slight diversion here. I'm gonna describe everything to you. You're lying next to me, your hair all mucked up and your lips slightly parted. Sorry, got slightly distracted there. No, I wasn't imagining doing something with your lips. Honestly, Re, you have such a dirty mind. I was watching you breathe, if you must know. You're wearing an old shirt- one of mine, by the way- and boxers. I'm just in boxers. I like my physique. I can hear Wormtail and Prongs. They're both snoring. When I open the curtains I can see their beds, and yours. I can also see the Quidditch poster of the Caerphilly Catapults that James has above his bed. He really should support a better team. Like the Falmouth Falcons. Now they're good. But you'd say that's just coz they beat up the opposing team, and as a Beater I'm naturally disposed to more violence. Meanie.

I can see out of the window here. I have the best view. I think that's the real reason you come into my bed. The stars are shining, but I have no idea which ones they are. Astronomy is the one subject I came close to failing at OWL. You wouldn't expect it really, with me being named after a star. You spent ages tutoring me. I could never concentrate though (I know, when did I ever?). I would just watch you. The way your face lit up when you were talking, how you moved, the way you pushed one hand through your hair when you were stressed (not an annoying arrogant motion like James, but unconscious and adorable. I think so anyway).

Once, after you'd had a really bad moon, you hadn't eaten when you came back to the dorm. Wormtail had detention, and Prongs was on a date. So I ran down to the kitchen and got you some food. Your favourite. Chocolate cheesecake. You sat up in bed to eat it, and the expression you had on your face made me grin like a complete idiot. Almost like Prongs when Evans walks by.

Right, I have no idea what else to write, but I'm still not tired. So. Here are my top ten reasons for loving you:

10. How crazily intelligent you are. I know I'm clever, but I'm also stupid in some ways. You're not. You understand everything, including people.

9. Your strength. I've already told you about that, so I won't bore you again.

8. The way you smile when I do something. You look into my eyes and it's like I'm the only one your smile is ever meant for. It's not a big grin, just a small turning of he lips, but it's beautiful. You should smile more often.

7. Your vulnerability. That's stupid, isn't it? I love both your strength and your vulnerability (not weakness. You're not weak). It's true, though. I want to be your knight in shining armour, and defend you against the world.

6. Your sense of humour. Usually directed at me. Mostly sarcasm, which is of course the lowest form of wit. But from you, well, maybe you could be as funny as James and I.

5. Your hair. And the way you push it back. It's such a nice colour- sometimes brown, sometimes blonde, depending on the season.

4. Your shyness. When we first met you, you were so timid it was like you were a shadow of me and Prongs. Some people still think you are. But you're not, you are your own person, it's just that most people don't get to see you like that. You don't let them in. You're afraid they'll hurt you.

3. Your eyes. They're a wonderful amber colour, and it's really strange. I don't know if it's a thing from the wolf, but I love your eyes. They're just beautiful.

2. Your voice. You are the most wonderful singer I know. It's amazing how good you are, and I love it when you sing for me and let me dance. Usually it's Queen you sing, but I suppose everyone has their bad points. I bet you're cursing me now, and screaming out all of Queen's good points. Hmm, I like it when you're mad.

1. You love me. Just that. Nothing more, nothing less. If you love me, then there's got to be something good in me, right?

Oh Merlin, you just woke up. You probably won't remember this, so here is what happened.

"Hmm, Siri?" you mumbled, stirring slightly.

"Yup, Rem?" the dashing hero answered.

"What're you doing?"

"Writing a letter to the man in the moon."

"That's nice." And with that you went back to sleep. I kissed you on the forehead, and went back to writing this.

Well, I should probably follow your lead and sleep. But I don't really want to. We have got Transfiguration in the morning, and I haven't done my homework yet. I always do it in the morning. I'm going to finish this letter first. I won't give this letter to you. It'd probably scare you. I haven't told you yet just how much I love you, and this would probably send you running to the hills. No, I'll stuff this letter behind the panel at the bottom of your bed. Then, if you ever find it, you'll know how I feel. But if you don't, then I won't have to get all embarrassed.

With all the love in his little innocent (yeah, right) heart,

Your unworthy suitor,

The one lying next to you in bed,

Sirius Black, aka Padfoot, aka Siri, aka Studmuffin.

xxx

I smile slightly, slipping the letter back into its hiding place. That letter was out of character for Sirius. Normally he doesn't show his feelings. It was as though he'd been… I shake my head to get rid of the thoughts. He wrote the letter because he couldn't sleep. No other reason.

I pick up my towels and go to the showers.

The James joining in thing- a friend of mine was offering to join in with another two of my friends who are together, and the incident stuck in my mind. Nicky, Kit and Toby- this is for you, my darlings.

IssaLee- There are very few problems it can't solve. Tell your friend to hurry up! Versipellis- Sirius is strong enough. Lady of Faerie- Do I really know what I'm doing? Oh. Stromboli was Sirius' boyfriend who Remus hated. Silverwitch07- Ireland is obviously good for my writing! Lykaios Nyx- Emphasis on little? checkmarks- More than two words? I'm honoured ;) SlashyKitty- My singing is also bad, so that's ok. Icy Sapphire15- Sis kinda sounds like he's talking about his sister… which would be wrong… EsScaper- The angst begins next chapter. Hee hee hee… deathfire1334- JKR may think she knows all the answers, but I know the real reasons :gets gently strapped into her straitjacket: siriusly delusional- Plot shall appear, but not for a while. Robyn1212- Aren't we all? butterflywings32- Not much else to say, is there? Lauren- I know, Irish is soooo hot. I LOVE U 2! KawaiiMegami86- Just imagine Siri is saying it to you! Sunshine Pie- You don't have to wait! Quite obviously, because here it is! girl-in-the-moon- An advert for what?