Disclaimer: I'm not JK, are you? No, I didn't think so. Unless you are in which I have to ask, Tonks and Remus? Did you pull that out of a hat? Also, this includes slash of the Sirius and Remus variety.

Remus Lupin sat quietly in the library at Number Twelve Grimmauld Place. Rain hit the window in a smooth rhyme, pit-pat-pit-pat. Turning a page in his thick book, he sighed. The children had all left for Hogwarts yesterday, leaving the house with an empty feeling.

Arthur and Molly would be leaving to return to their home at The Burrow in two day's time. Then, it would only be Sirius and himself in the big house, if you didn't count the hippogriff, Buckbeak.

And Kreacher, but Remus didn't like thinking of the house elf that had become senile in his old age. It was bad enough he would sometimes wake up and see Kreacher standing next to his bed, just glaring reproachfully.

"Remus, Sirius, dinner will be ready soon!" Molly's voice floated up from the kitchen floors below.

Sirius, who had fallen asleep on the couch, muttered something and adjusted himself so he was almost in Remus' lap. Smiling, the werewolf shook the dark-haired man's shoulder, "Get up, love. Dinner is almost ready, you'll have to get off me."

No response, Remus pursed his lips. Sirius shouldn't miss any meals, though he no longer resembled a skeleton, he was much too thin for Molly or Remus' liking, "Get up Sirius. You may not be hungry, but I am," As if to make a point, the brunette's stomach growled viciously.

"You're rather comfy, you know that right Remus?" Sirius asked sleepily as he buried his face in his lover's side, inhaling the familiar scent, "Chocolate and books. I should've known."

"Known what?"

"My dear, you smell like chocolate, books, and," Sirius shifted and then rested his head on Remus' shoulder, "I don't know. I don't recognize the scent. It's like this big mix of things, but it smells wonderful."

"Really?" Remus murmured as Sirius began to nuzzle his neck like Padfoot sometimes would.

Sirius paused for a moment, "Yes, I can't really explain it. It just smells like…you. Warm and nice and kind of delicate. You aren't wearing cologne are you?"

Remus' fingers worked their way into Sirius' hair as the nuzzling continued, "You know I don't wear cologne. The only time I wore it was at James and Lily's wedding, even then you said you hated it. 'Sides I got no one to impress other than you and Buckbeak."

The animagus slowly sat up, "Molly would kill us if we don't go to dinner. She thinks we're too thin."

"We are," Remus replied "But it's still bad that you've become the voice of reason. Judgment Day must be coming."

Sirius tried to swat the werewolf playfully, but his hand was captured. Remus bent down and gently pressed his lips to each of the pale fingertips. When he was finished, he looked up. Gray met hazel, both sets of eyes filled with equal adoration. Sirius leaned foreword and kissed Remus on the nose.

After all the time they spent together, after all the kisses, loving touches, and regular trips to each other's rooms, Remus still blushes a faint pink. Sirius can't help but laugh lovingly at the entrancing man. Remus smiles brightly, he loves the way Sirius laughs.

There is a tentative knock at the door and the two lovers quickly split apart, "Dinner is done. Are you two coming or not?"

Molly. The two men exchange a glance, Sirius winks and Remus replies, "Just a minute, Molly. I've got to finish something."

"You work to hard, dear," Molly huffs, "Don't take to long, you can always finish after you eat."

"Yes, Molly," Remus turns back to where Sirius is sitting on a tattered sofa.

"Oh, and Remus?"

"If Sirius is still asleep, would you mind taking care of him?"

Remus held back a small laugh, "Of course, Molly. I'll take good care of him."

"You're such a darling," Molly said as she walked towards the staircase.

"So, Messer Lupin," Sirius asked in an amused tone, "Shall we finish before or after dinner?"

"First one," Remus said pushing a black lock off his lover's forehead, "Then the other."

It was the most eloquent silence, two mouths meeting in a tender kiss. All else was quiet in the library, except for the soft pit-pat-pit-pat of rain against the windowpane.

Somewhere, downstairs, two plates of chicken were slowly growing cold.

A/N: Short, pointless romance. I had to get it out of my system. Sorry if you think it's total rubbish.

M.