Baaaaack to the past again... Enjoy ;)

Before I'd even noticed the lesson had ended, Peter and Remus had shot out of the room, off to their lunch detentions. James strolled up to me and slapped my back, grinning slightly.

"Well, I'll be off to Sluggers. Shame you're not gonna be there."

I shook my head in laughter.

"Make sure he doesn't catch you and put you in his Slug Club."

"Don't worry, Pads. I'll steer clear of his Slug net."

He turned, chuckling, and made his way out of the classroom.

"And don't be too much of a dickhead to Rems, will you?" I called after him.

Evidently, he hadn't heard me. Or he had and was just pretending not to have, so that he would feel it was acceptable to do it. I sighed and sorted my things. At least if he did, Remus would be crying in my arms and I'd get to "comfort" him all night, as if I wasn't going to anyway.

I paced the grounds. It was such a beautiful day, the sun raining down on the fragile grass, sloping through the arches, playing off the flowers in the yard, and I couldn't share it with him because he was locked away like a princess in a tower. I couldn't understand how he did it every other week, waiting for me and James, it was so lonely. But I suppose that he'd have Peter, not that he was much company. Maybe I could just wait for him below Slughorn's office, try to pass notes to him without the nutty professor noticing. I smiled to myself. That was the best option going – I'd rather not have to run after Lily and her friends for company, they bored me and Lily, well, I think we all knew the back story.

Remus was sat at the opened window, the wind flowing lightly through his hair as he stared wistfully toward the Quidditch pitch. His head rolled and his eyes locked to mine, smiling a little in the corners. I really wanted to jump up and snatch him away with me, to a room where I could fondle to my heart's content with his fair frame. But I had to wait below, veins pulsing for more - like a fat person on a diet, drooling over the window of a cake shop. A small piece of parchment fluttered down to me from his hand and I grasped it in the air.

'This is torture. Get me out, please. X'

I smirked and let a bubble of mutual understanding slip from between my lips. If only I could. If only I could. He sat, gazing down at me intently, wait for a reply. A hand drew my wand from my pocket and I painstakingly wrote an answer backwards in the air.

'smeR ,uoy ssim I'

I don't really think he appreciated the fact that was the most effort I'd ever put into 4 words in my life, because he replied.

'Missing you too Siri, but I don't know what I miss the most. And because I think Prongs might have some way of reading this I might add a little detail, but not yet. Oh and he's annoying me.'

I shook my head.

'?woH'

He didn't reply, clearly distracted by something, maybe James? I saw a flicker of bumbling idiot and realised Slughorn was talking to him. He'd probably noticed the notes and if he hadn't he was trying to make Slug soup out of him. Remus' face pressed against the glass and he drew a line with his fingernail across his throat. It was the notes. Before I even knew it, he was skipping from the foot of the staircase towards me. He'd disturbed Slughorn that much? Good on 'im. He strung himself around my neck and dangled there as I wrapped my arms around his dainty waist.

"Ugh! James had me in the corner. It was so awkward. I had to tell him."

He stroked his face over my shoulder and buried it into my colour bone, turning an adorable shade of pink. I ran my fingers through his smooth, shinning hair, smelling the top of his head and placing a kiss tenderly upon it.

"Oh, Rems, don't be ashamed. I love you and you know that – that's all that really matters. I would scream it from the rooftops with all the power in my lungs if I knew that'd be what makes you smile. Don't let James get you down: we all know he's a twat. But you've just gotta get used to it."

A smile played across his face and he pecked the red mark that sat so prominently on my neck.

"You always know just what to say, don't you Siri?"

He pulled away and sighed, interlocking our hands.

"But they're expecting me back, so I'm gonna go."

He marched of back to his detention, ever so often glancing back and me and grinning. He was just the cutest. I wanted so much to steal him and lock him in a room for the rest of his existence, so that I would be one only to see his face, his smile, his eyes of pure liquid beauty; so that he could never run away from me however hard he tried. I laughed. I was such a fool.

A set of small white sticks assembled in the form of a human body slinked towards me, grease glistening in the beating sun. I wasn't in the mood for him.

"If you're looking for Remus, he's in detention and I'm sure he's not going to come down to talk to you."

He blushed and looked to the floor.

"Actually, I was gonna ask you-"

"Whatever it is, the answer is going to be 'Fuck off, Snivellus!' so there's no real point in asking me anything."

"But, I'm trying to be nice to you."

I took a string of his oily hair in my hand and stroked it, almost romantically to anyone who wasn't me.

"What you don't understand, dear Severus, is that the things I – we – do to you are not mere badinage. Why you would want to talk to talk to me in a polite manner is anyone's guess." I mocked.

He sighed and let his eyes point up to the window where Remus was sat.

"You let Peter be your friend and he's fat, ugly and useless."

"He's a Gryffindor: It's allowed. He also isn't infatuated with my boyfriend." I lifted the wand I'd been using to send notes and jabbed it into his stomach. "Now go back to where you came from, before I have to Stupefy your ass there."

"But, I'm not that much since w-"

He flew backwards across the yard and collapsed in a pile against a column. I didn't want to listen to it. The sheer thought made me feel a little sick. I strutted off and waited outside the door to Slughorn's office for a substantial amount of time, trying to think of anything but what I'd done 2 days ago and failing miserably, before James burst out as the weird mutation of a donkey, a duck, a pig and the obnoxious twat that I like to call my best friend. I couldn't help but laugh at his misfortune and Remus' imagination. God, I loved that man. He leapt into my open arms and snuggled himself in my collarbone as if we'd been parted for years.

"Hey, Moony, we have potions next with the Slug. This is going to be awkward."

I grinned as he banged his head against my shoulder, sliding my hand between his and interlocking our fingers, preparing us for the long walk to the dungeon. I had a strange feeling he was going to try to escape.

As we all shuffled in to the classroom, I spotted the pieces of parchment that lay on our desks with "Love potions" scrawled across the front. My body heaved with relief. Thank god it wasn't Veritaserum – I knew we'd have to learn about it sometime soon and I'd rather we didn't. Remus had been stiff for a while since I'd talked to Snape and, with my guilty conscience, I was starting to worry that he'd worked out what had happened. I leant towards him.

"You're going to be the one to drink it." I forced, figuring that if he had, hopefully, this'd make him forget it.

"I'm not complaining."

Although, that wasn't so and when we were told to sort it out into bottles and clear up, I panicked, spilling it into a tiny vial I'd managed to steal and slipping it into my robes, ready for dinner.