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His soft golden hair warmed my back, playing between my shoulder blades; hot breath sliding down my spine, entrancing my senses. And his tears. Quietly he sobbed, moistening my shirt, making it cling to my skin. I'd hurt him. I'd hurt him and I knew it, as I'd always done in the past and probably always would. Not that I was proud of it. Yet I would never quite let go of the spark that we held and he would forever come back for more: a misguided bear enduring the bee's selfish sting, to taste the divine honey that it endlessly creates. I slid my hand down his arm and intertwined our hands, pulling him to wrap himself around my stomach. And I was the selfish bee that fell in love with the misguided bear.
"You don't need to say sorry, Rems. If anything, it should be me"
I spun around in his now embracing arms and hung from his neck, pressing my forehead to his.
"because it seems falling in love with you may have been the best thing that ever happened to me."
His watery eyes smiled into mine, the pool of blue as beautiful and bright as ever. I furiously kissed his tender lips and let the moment consume me in a world of splendour.
Our bodies parted, panting, twitching, crystal beads of pleasure; of wonderful exhaustion rolling slowly down our skin, glistening in the light. Remus' face held its usual angelic form, closing his eyes as he bent himself into the pale sunshine, letting a slight smile dance across his face.
"I love you, Pads" he whispered into the shining air.
I stroked his unruly blonde hair and kissed his forehead.
"Moons, honey, I'd have to be a fool to forget it."
He beamed, sitting up slightly and resting his head on the side of my arm.
"I guess you're a fool then."
"Who wouldn't think like I did, if they'd read those things? They're horrible!"
"Not all of them... 87... that's a good one."
He tore himself away from me, putting his trousers back on, and skipped across the room to crawl on the floor in search of the supposedly good "87". If I hadn't thought better of it, I would have made some kind of crude comment about him "presenting himself" as he unintentionally wiggled his arse in the air. He shot back up and dashed towards me with a couple of sets of letters.
"Read it... I promise it's a nice one."
To the wonder that is Remus Lupin,
Recently, you've been all that's consumed my dreams, all that's consumed my every waking hour. Your face, your smile seems to be all that lights this dark place. You're a candle, Moony, a flaming torch; the light at the end of a wand; the morning sun; a diamond ring. If I could just call you here for an hour, a minute, a second and let you smile, I'm sure you would let the whole of Azkaban see the light for the first time in years; I'm sure you'd send us all blind with your radiant beauty.
Seven years, it's been. Seven years. Do you remember the stars? I still see them from the little slot in the wall that they call a "window". "Remember the stars" is what you said "If we're ever apart, remember the stars, because then we'll never be alone knowing we're both looking together." Do you still remember that night we spent together on the hill? I look every night, Moony, every night. I hope that you're looking too.
I love you, Moons. Don't ever forget that.
To the fallen angel I miss so much,
I don't want to be a light nor the sun, I want to have mine back. What is there to a moonless world? When night-time appears, there is nothing but darkness, only films of black in front of us as we stumble and fail to find our ways.
There isn't a day gone by that I haven't looked, Siri. At first I thought it would help heal time... and now it seems I only look to find you wandering through the sky. I thought you hadn't remembered the vow we'd made. I only stay awake to think of you, Sirius. I want to remember your touch, your smile, every ring in your delicate hair. I want to know how you are and cook you breakfast and cuddle up to you at night and hear your laughter and see that smirk that suits you so well and I want to feel every ounce of the love you have for me. Every single ounce of it. I know you'll never read these, never know how much it hurts to feel these things. I know you love me and the sight of your face will never come too soon the sight of your face will probably never come, so I will live with these photos and these words until the pain stops... until we're reunited in death.
Much love,
A lonely Remus Lupin.
He'd neatly piled a stack of letters next to me, all crinkled and worn from time, fraying slightly at the edges, his nose presently burrowed in one, apparently confused by the mass of scribbles and crossings out. I laughed, squeezed his head and planted a kiss on the top of it as he turned a flustered cherry, squirming in my arms.
"You're a truly beautiful human being, Rems, utterly gorgeous!"
"Siriuuuuuus," he writhed and pulled his head up so I was now cuddling his neck "This is actually starting to hurt now. Would you mind loosening your grip a little?"
I let go for a short while to let him catch his breath and pull him onto my lap, before hugging him even tighter.
"Never again! I hope you know I'm gonna keep you like this forever."
He smirked and snuggled into my arms.
"Fine by me, just let me get comfortable."
I thought I'd fallen asleep in the summer's heat, until I heard a thud, looking up to see the Weasley's old owl, Errol, slumped in a weak mess on the floor of our bed room. A small piece of parchment glowed between his claws.