What the fuck are you doing? Sirius thought as he stood in the kitchen, making tea for some guy he'd never set eyes on before that very morning. Some attractive, interesting, adorable guy, he corrected himself while pouring sugar in the tea. Remus seemed like someone who took sugar in his tea.

When Sirius returned to the bedroom Remus was lying in fetal position with his eyes closed and shaking all over. Sirius' entire body itched from the urge to do something about it, give Remus another blanket, hug him, anything that could stop that unbearable shaking. However, waking him up and getting him to drink tea would have to do, Sirius decided.

"Remus," Sirius softly said, liking the way the name felt in his mouth.

Remus immediately flinched and flung his eyes open. The pools of liquid amber connected with Sirius' and a soft smile curved Remus' lips.

"Sorry, fell asleep," Remus sheepishly yawned and sat up looking adorably dishevelled.

Sirius handed the cup of tea to Remus to cover his starring.

Remus blushed and wrapped his hands around the hot ceramic "Thank you."

"Don't do that," Sirius mortified blurted, "You'll get burned." He didn't know where this sudden protective behaviour came from, he'd never been so concerned for other people before, not even for himself, but there were something overwhelmingly vulnerable about Remus that awoke feelings in Sirius he hadn't even been aware of he was capable of feeling.

"No, I won't," Remus stated, "I've always hold cups like this, it's not that dangerous," he grinned and took another sip.

Sirius hesitantly sat down on the bed beside Remus, concluding that it'd be safe, since Remus apparently had decided that Sirius wasn't dangerous.

Remus merely scooted over and asked: "What's the time?"

"Ehhh," was Sirius bright response. He had no idea, it might be afternoon, but he didn't really know. If only he could use magic he could cast a Tempus charm, but as long as he didn't know if Remus was a wizard he couldn't really do that, he'd risk freaking him out.

He was fairly certain that Remus was a muggle, he had to be, since Sirius hadn't found any wand on him and Remus hadn't immediately asked for his wand when he woke up.

"Around 7 pm, I'd guess, I think you've been sleeping for about six hours or something," Sirius continued, fiddling with the wand in his pocket. The five hours Sirius could perhaps had used better, he'd mainly stared at Remus, walked around the cottage once to look for traces of what had happened, without any results, and he'd checked the wards, which were just as he'd left them.

Remus looked at him over the rim of the cup and conversationally said: "I'm not a muggle."

Sirius sat flabbergast for a few moments before taking the hint and pulling out his wand. "8 pm, I was close, though." Sirius bragged, earning a small laugh from Remus.

"If you're not a muggle, then where is your wand?" Sirius carefully asked.

"I never got accepted to a school," Remus calmly said and took another gulp of his tea like it didn't bother him at all. Sirius could hardly imagine anything more terrible, he could clearly remember the first time he'd walked through the huge doors and the warmth and light had greeted him. His first real home. Remus cut off his thought stream "I was wondering; do you have a shirt or something?"

Sirius suddenly became hyper-aware of the fact that he was sitting next to a half-naked boy. "Yeah, sure, one second," Sirius babbled and got up.

As Sirius browsed through the shirts he'd taken with him he wondered what'd fit Remus best. They were roughly the same size, Remus was a bit smaller, but it'd have to work. A dress shirt wouldn't do, not adorable enough. He'd look great in a jumper, but Sirius didn't own any of those. That was when his fingers grazed one of his most prized possessions. A black Doors T-Shirt. It had, as so much else in Sirius' life, started out as a crusade to annoy his parents, but he'd soon found out that he really liked The Doors. Sirius grabbed the shirt and grinned.

xXxXx

Remus finished his perfectly made tea while Sirius was away. How had he known that Remus took his tea with three spoonfuls of sugar? It was ridiculous, but Remus had a feeling that Sirius understood him better than people he'd known his entire life. It was a little alarming that this thought didn't disturb Remus.

He absently grazed his bruised ribs, cursing the transformations. He'd have to move on soon, he hadn't left his parents to be a danger to somebody else and certainly not to be a danger to someone like Sirius.

"I think this'll fit," Sirius entered the room saying and held up a black band-T-shirt, "I should have a look on your back first, though," he suggested.

"Yeah," Remus agreed, placing his cup on the table by the bedside and added "I'm really sorry to be to so much of a bother."

"You're not," Sirius earnestly said, "If I didn't want to do this you wouldn't still be here. Now, can you turn a bit?" Sirius put the shirt down on the bedside-table and sat behind Remus.

"I'm going to remove the bandages now," Sirius informed him and Remus felt gentle hands touching his torso. Ridiculously enough this made his breath speed up a little and made his palms go sweaty. Get a grip on yourself, will you. Remus firmly told himself just as Sirius accidentally grazed one of Remus' more sore spots making him wince.

"Sorry," Sirius apologised.

Remus felt a sudden chill on his chest when the bandages were removed completely and were replaced by warm hands touching his skin. He heard Sirius draw in a breath.

"Well, I don't know what you've been doing but you're quite blue-ish all over. On the bright side you're almost healed," Sirius surprised said lingeringly tracing one of Remus' ribs. That's nice, that's really nice Remus thought, nearly loosing himself in the sensation before realising that Sirius was probably expecting an answer.

"Oh, umm, I don't really have control over it yet, my magic," Remus admitted aware that Sirius had deemed him a Squib, "But it's like that's what I'm good at, healing." Remus couldn't resist the urge to press a little into the touch.

The hand moved from his rib to his back before they disappeared, "I don't think you'll need any new bandages," Sirius stated and rose to his feet.

Remus grabbed the shirt and pulled it on, it smelt of leather, suggesting that Sirius had a leather-jacket in his possession but foremost it smelt like Sirius, which was oddly comforting. It was a bit too loose, but Remus wasn't drowning in it.

He turned around and saw Sirius staring at him, "What?" did he really look so stupid in it?

xXxXx

Bad idea giving that shirt to Remus, really an exceptionally not-good decision. Sirius decided as Remus was looking quizzically at him with his ridiculously big eyes, his ridiculously cute blush and hair that looked like someone had just shacked him against a wall, combined with the fact that he was wearing Sirius' shirt, making it look like that someone was Sirius.

Sirius never lost control of himself like that, never. "Suits you," Sirius managed to grin, "I'm going to find something edible, stay there." and with that Sirius fled the room.

Sirius did "lust" he did "well, you only live once," he didn't do "I really don't want to screw this up". And yet, here he was, unable to make any kind of move on Remus because he was afraid it'd scare him away.

Sirius slammed the cupboard open to look for something edible. Right now he was genuinely sorry he'd never cared to learn to cook. On the other hand there wasn't many edible things in the kitchen due to the fact that it had been a year since his Uncle Alphard had passed away.

Sirius peeked inside the cupboard. Cans, what the hell was the purpose of cans? Sirius took one from the shelve. Baked beans. How on earth was he going to get the can opened? Sirius pulled out his wand and pointed it at the can "Diffindo" he muttered.

A loud crack sounded and suddenly Sirius was completely covered in tomato. He flabbergastly looked at the can and then down his now ruined clothes. Well, that was impressive Sirius sarcastically thought realising that perhaps opening cans wasn't among his talents.

That was when Sirius heard the wooden floor creak. Even before he turned around he knew that Remus would be standing there, he sighed and reluctantly turned to get it over with.

Remus was leaning slightly against the doorframe and was wearing a small frown "What are you doing, Siri-" he began but got cut off by a hysterical giggle as Sirius turned around completely.

"It's not funny," Sirius stonily said.

"Yes… it is," Remus laughed, "I can't-" he was clutching his ribcage and bending slightly over still gripping the frame of the door.

Sirius rolled his eyes "All right, maybe it's a bit funny. Stop laughing."

Remus clasped a hand across his mouth "Sorry," he giggled. Suddenly he stopped giggling "Sirius, what is that?" Remus indicated a rather large pool of dried blood on the floor.

"Ehhh, that's where I found you," Sirius admitted, slowly putting the can on the kitchen table. Realising that perhaps it hadn't been the best decision in his entire life to leave the pool alone.

"And you didn't consider cleaning it up," Remus inquired slightly grey in the face. Stop, looking so distressed. Sirius thought.

"I'm not that good with cleaning spells," Sirius admitted. He'd never in his life needed to do any kind of housework. It was below his dignity.

"Aha," Remus looked unimpressed at him.

"Don't give me that look. Why are you even up?" Sirius concernedly eyed Remus' grip on the doorframe.

"Well, I did hear a loud bang. I had to check if you'd blown yourself up or something," Remus calmly replied.

"It'd not my fault. I didn't do anything. Why do they even can food?" Sirius ranted.

"So it'll stay fresh," Remus was limping towards him "I take it you didn't use a can-opener?"

Are you kidding me? Sirius just stared at Remus "What?"

"A device to open cans," Remus snickered behind a badly hidden grin.

"You don't say," Sirius mumbled as Remus leaned against the counter.

"Can I open the drawers?" Remus asked.

"Of course," Sirius baffled replied. What kind of question was that even? It was just a kitchen.

Remus noiselessly started opening drawers.

"How come you know so much about muggles?" Sirius asked.

"Huh," Remus absently replied as he browsed through a drawer filled with cutlery, "Half-blood. Ouch!"

Couldn't he go five minutes without hurting himself? "Are you alright?" Sirius concerned asked.

"Fine," Remus mumbled as he sucked on his index finger, "Found it," He triumphantly held up a flat piece of metal with a sharp blade attached, probably the thing he'd cut himself on. "Why did your uncle have cans and can-openers anyway?"

"Stop licking your finger," Sirius exclaimed, it was pretty distracting to be honest, "I'll fix it for you," Remus obediently held his hand out, "My uncle was kind of a scientist, he always had to study things and learn about new things. It didn't matter to him whether it was wizard stuff or muggle things," Sirius fondly said "Of course our entire family thought he was bonkers. He probably was, now that I think about it. Episkey. There you go."

"Thanks," Remus studied his healed finger interestedly and shifted the angle of his hand a couple of times, then he smiled his small crooked smile "If you find a new can I'll open it."

Sirius quickly retrieved another can, "Only if you promise not to cut yourself." He mockingly serious looked into Remus' eyes and held the can away from him.

Remus rolled his eyes and reached for the can, almost ending up pressed against Sirius in doing so, "Yes, yes, alright, I promise."

Sirius grinned and handed the can to Remus. He caught himself just as he was reaching out to ruffle Remus' hair. Remus probably wouldn't approve of getting tomato in the hair. Then Remus would need to take a bath and he couldn't even stand on his own without leaning heavily against the counter in a discreet fashion that he obviously didn't want Sirius to notice. Which meant that if Remus had to take a bath without drowning Sirius would have to help him. Sirius instantly went completely dry in the mouth and decided that line of thought perhaps wasn't the best idea he'd gotten all day.

Sirius was thankful for the sound of metal grinding together as he was wrenched from his inappropriate daydream.

"There," Remus proudly said as if it was something great to be able to open a can.

"I'll just change," Sirius replied, not wanting to spend more time than necessary looking like an idiot with tomato all over his clothes.

xXxXx

Remus thoughtfully looked after Sirius as he went, how was it even possible to still look attractive covered in tomato? It was like Sirius had some kind of casual elegance that other mortals could only dream of having, it was quite unfair, actually.

Remus sighed and leaned heavily on the counter, it had taken more energy than he'd like to admit to keep from making it too obvious that he was still feeling very faint, he usually felt bad after a transformation, but this was just pitiful.

He'd have to move on, he returned to his earlier thoughts, he hadn't left his parents to be a danger to someone else. The only problem was that he really didn't want to. Sirius was perhaps the most interesting and kind person he'd ever met and he didn't want to let that go so easily. Now he was just being selfish, he couldn't endanger anyone like that. Sirius hadn't known what he got involved in when he'd taken care of Remus and putting him in danger wasn't a good way of thanking him. He'd have to get out first thing in the morning.

Remus quickly straightened up when he heard the sound of footsteps. Sirius had changed from a white dress shirt into a tight red T-shirt that showed off his athletic body. Remus made a mental note Quidditch player, probably Gryffindor. No, he'd have to stop; he couldn't spend any more time with Sirius so he didn't have any need for filing information about him.

Remus inhaled "I'll be leaving first thing in the morning, thank you for taking care of me, but I have to move on."

Sirius stopped dead "Why?" he earnestly asked, his stormy eyes fixated on Remus.

"As, I said, ermm, I have to move on, things to do, p-people to see," Remus stammered as Sirius approached in a nearly predatory manner.

"Really?" Sirius almost purred, taking a last step towards Remus. He was standing directly in front of him.

"Yeah," Remus' mouth had gone entirely dry the second Sirius pressed a hand against his chest. He really needed his kitchen counter now.

"You know," Sirius breathed into his ear, "I can learn you how to use your magic." Remus swallowed.

"Really?" he whispered. Magic, that one thing he'd wanted for his entire life. Yearning for it as he'd read all the theory about it, all the history, everything he could get near, just not the real thing. Never really touching. That, and getting to spend more time with Sirius.

Sirius pulled back slightly and made eye contact, "Yes."

Remus bit his lip, he was so going to regret this "Okay."

A/N: Okay, I forgot to mention this last time, but I'll try to upload every 5th day (4th if I feel like it). Reviews make me ever so happy and when I'm happy I'm more inclined to upload faster ^^ (that's not a threat, you'll get your chapters anyway, promise)

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