Fic: Kisses (2/8)
Title: Kisses (2/8)
Author: Me a.k.a
kuro_nyoko
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Genre: Fluffy Romance
Rating: Still G. Might go a little higher in later chapters, but not too high.
Era: Hogwarts
Summary: Few and far between, but never unwelcome.
Notes: Sorry about the lame title. Creativity stops for me when it comes time to name things. I'm scared for any future children I may have. Anyway, this is my first series, and I hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I only wish I invented them. They aren't mine.
Feedback: Is my anti-drug. Okay, so it's actually Remus, but still.
Dawn breaks over the Shrieking Shack with a low, pained howl.
A few hours later a bright streak of autumnal light flows through a crack in the wall and lands on the closed, sleeping eyes of a young boy of twelve. He winces and tries to escape the light, wanting nothing more than to sleep just a little longer, but the damage is done--he is awake.
Remus moans quietly and stretches his arms out in front of him. He is startled to find a blanket over him. He knew he hadn’t brought one with him the night before. He hadn’t the time, he’d been too busy finishing his Potions essay before the necessary trek toward the Willow before sundown to remember. He opens his eyes and looks around the room. In the corner nearest him he finds a folded pile of his own clothes. Next to the clothes he finds a boy no older than himself, sitting with his knees to his chest, sleeping. The boy’s black hair drapes over his face, which is being held up by his hand. Remus smiles and brings the blanket up to his cheek as his eyes begin to feel damp. No one but his parents had ever stayed up all night or at least woke up before dawn to check on him in the morning. He is overcome with emotion and wants to cry.
Remus clears his throat loudly in an attempt to wake his friend. It works.
Sirius opens his eyes and sees Remus gesturing at the blanket. “Did you…?”
“Huh? Oh, I…” Sirius begins. “I thought you might be cold.”
Remus says nothing, but instead just smiles.
“Here, eat some of this.” Sirius digs through the pocket of his robes and holds out some chocolate for his friend. “It‘s dark. I know it‘s your favorite.”
Remus secures the blanket around his waist and crawls over to join Sirius. He takes the chocolate and with the first bite begins to cry. Sirius holds open his arms and Remus fits his own around Sirius’ waist and rests his head on his chest. He’s never had someone like Sirius before--a friend. A best friend.
Sirius holds Remus by the shoulders and says nothing. He simply finds a spot on Remus’ head and kisses it, lightly but deliberately.
Author: Me a.k.a
kuro_nyoko
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Genre: Fluffy Romance
Rating: Still G. Might go a little higher in later chapters, but not too high.
Era: Hogwarts
Summary: Few and far between, but never unwelcome.
Notes: Sorry about the lame title. Creativity stops for me when it comes time to name things. I'm scared for any future children I may have. Anyway, this is my first series, and I hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I only wish I invented them. They aren't mine.
Feedback: Is my anti-drug. Okay, so it's actually Remus, but still.
Dawn breaks over the Shrieking Shack with a low, pained howl.
A few hours later a bright streak of autumnal light flows through a crack in the wall and lands on the closed, sleeping eyes of a young boy of twelve. He winces and tries to escape the light, wanting nothing more than to sleep just a little longer, but the damage is done--he is awake.
Remus moans quietly and stretches his arms out in front of him. He is startled to find a blanket over him. He knew he hadn’t brought one with him the night before. He hadn’t the time, he’d been too busy finishing his Potions essay before the necessary trek toward the Willow before sundown to remember. He opens his eyes and looks around the room. In the corner nearest him he finds a folded pile of his own clothes. Next to the clothes he finds a boy no older than himself, sitting with his knees to his chest, sleeping. The boy’s black hair drapes over his face, which is being held up by his hand. Remus smiles and brings the blanket up to his cheek as his eyes begin to feel damp. No one but his parents had ever stayed up all night or at least woke up before dawn to check on him in the morning. He is overcome with emotion and wants to cry.
Remus clears his throat loudly in an attempt to wake his friend. It works.
Sirius opens his eyes and sees Remus gesturing at the blanket. “Did you…?”
“Huh? Oh, I…” Sirius begins. “I thought you might be cold.”
Remus says nothing, but instead just smiles.
“Here, eat some of this.” Sirius digs through the pocket of his robes and holds out some chocolate for his friend. “It‘s dark. I know it‘s your favorite.”
Remus secures the blanket around his waist and crawls over to join Sirius. He takes the chocolate and with the first bite begins to cry. Sirius holds open his arms and Remus fits his own around Sirius’ waist and rests his head on his chest. He’s never had someone like Sirius before--a friend. A best friend.
Sirius holds Remus by the shoulders and says nothing. He simply finds a spot on Remus’ head and kisses it, lightly but deliberately.