Apart from Sirius sitting bent over the coffee table, the Gryffindor common room was empty. Remus entered quietly heading towards the window section on the other side of the couch Sirius was occupying. Sirius didn't seem to notice, in fact he seemed oblivious to the world around him with his black, curly hair hanging like a curtain over his face. He seemed deep in thought with his head resting in his palms and his brows tightly furrowed.
"Fucking hell, I can't do this anymore!" He suddenly exclaimed, throwing his hands up in frustration. Remus leaned against the window frame and shot his friend a questioning look, one eyebrow lifted.
"Aren't you a ray of sunshine today," he said calmly. Sirius, who only now noticed that he wasn't alone, quickly twirled around in the couch to face Remus.
"Well, what would you expect with all these letters I get! I got another one today! That means roughly one a week for the last six weeks! And I am still no closer to figuring out who sent them!" he cried out dramatically.
Remus merely smirked, and this reaction didn't seem to satisfy Sirius, who got up and walked towards the window to join the taller blond boy.
"Don't you see how upsetting it is to me? You could show a tad more compassion towards your old friend here," Sirius said, his lips curled in a fake pout.
"Oh, I do feel most sorry for you, my friend," Remus responded. "I can't imagine how it must feel to be tirelessly courted to by some stuffed up bloke." Remus nearly rolled his eyes. Sirius had been shamelessly flirting with Remus for the whole school year, and the letters had worked for Remus as a sort of revenge, thought they had later turned out to have the delightful side effect of occupying Sirius's mind to such an extent, that the flirting had been kept to a minimum the past few weeks.
"So, you think it's a boy?" Sirius asked thoughtfully. "It isn't courting though," he corrected Remus, "it is nothing but superficial flirting. Getting progressively more vulgar with each letter, I might add. Highly uncharming. As you know I am a man of honor, and I do not appreciate this type of distasteful smut," he added solemnly with a finger raised and his eyes closed.
Remus almost, but not quite, managed to suppress a laugh, and finally Sirius seemed to have received the reaction he wanted. He smiled and moved a little closer to Remus. Then he reached his hand out and touched the sleeve of the other boy's sweater. They stood like that for a long moment that seemed to stretch out into the night, as both stood in silence, watching Sirius' fingers play with the knitted fabric.
Note: plot inspired by John Wolf, NeonDomino: s/10645536/1/John-Wolf