I laid there for the longest time, staring up at the canopy of my bed. Cold sunlight streamed through my window, illuminating almost everything apart from my mood.

It was the thirtieth of November. The day of the Ravenclaw-Gryffindor match.

I'd been dreading the day. 30/11 meant that I had to trudge over to the Quidditch field with hyperactive Hogwarts students, somehow simultaneously cheer on Ravenclaw with Brad and back Gryffindor with Lily.

Fun.

I shoved the bankets off my legs and perched on the side of the bed, my elbows on my knees and my face in my hands.

I can't do this any more. I just can't. Yeah, Brad's nice and everything, but he's no substitute for Sirius' strong arms, his hearty laugh, his charming demeanour -

The door burst open, and I looked round. Standing in the doorway with a manic expression on her face was -

"Lily," I said, my voice croaky from tiredness and disuse. "What are you doing here?"

Lily seemed to glide into the dormitory like a ghost, alighting on my bed like a robin. She fixed me with her emerald-green eyes.

"I came to drag you out of bed." The corners of Lily's mouth twitched upwards in the merest flash of a smile. "I know Quidditch isn't your favourite thing in the world at the moment, but it'll help take your mind off things. And I got you this from Frank." She held up a brown package, tied with parcel string. "I thought you might like it."

"Let me get dressed first," I said quietly. "Then I'll open it."

Lily gave me a calculating look. "Are you okay, Remus? You don't sound like yourself."

"Just doing a bit of thinking is all."

Lily didn't look convinced. "Well, I'll just go and wait in the common room." She stands and leaves the dorm, taking the parcel with her. "I want to see your reaction!"

…~loOol~…

"No really, Lily. It's amazing." I wrapped the scarf around my neck. It was just like any other scarf. Except for the detailed fabric lion's head at one end.

"There's more." Lily took her wand out of her robe pocket and leaned over to tap the lion's head with it. It sprang to life, giving a lifelike roar (and also giving a couple of first-years playing Exploding Snap over by the billboard the fright of their little lives) and slumped again.

"Now I'm impressed." I gave Lily the first genuine smile of that day. "And you got this from Longbottom?"

"The scarf, yes. I charmed it myself. It was actually quite simple." Lily beamed at me. "You like?"

"Me like." I check my watch. "It's almost half eight. We should probably get down to breakfast."

…~loOol~…

I stared at my egg. My egg stared back at me. The difference was, the egg was sunny-side-up. I was nowhere near sunny.

I'd had second thoughts about going to the match. As soon as I'd walked through the double doors of the Great Hall, Brad had accosted me and dragged me over to the Ravenclaw table. Lily had came along for 'moral support'.

"Oh well," Brad had laughed when he saw my Gryffindor scarf. "Nobody's perfect. We'll have you wearing blue in no time."

But the worst thing was that when I'd looked back over at the Gryffindor table, someone looked away from me pointedly. That someone, judging by the name and number on the back of his scarlet Quidditch robes, was Sirius.

And to make it worse, Brad went and draped his arm around my shoulder. I could practically feel my flesh sizzling.

…~loOol~…

The whole stadium was in an uproar. Two minutes before the start of the match, and I was already freezing my arse off. Brad's body close to mine barely made a difference; I was still in a rotten mood. And his nattering wasn't helping, either.

"Cheer up, Re," Brad said, smiling. Ugh. 'Re'? "How about this? If Gryffindor win, I'll let you take lead next time..."

I blushed a violent shade of purple. Oh God. Ohgodohgodohgod.

"Fine," I muttered.

"You don't sound very enthusiastic to have your wicked way with me." He kissed the top of my head. "What's up?"

I shrugged. "Nothing much. I'm just freezing my tits off."

"Suck it up," he joked. "It'll be over soon, anyway."

I closed my eyes. Imagined that the body pressed against mine wasn't who it was. Imagined that I could smell the musky scent I usually associated with happiness. Imagined I didn't just hear the whistle go off, and I didn't have to open my eyes to watch the Quidditch players troop onto the field.

My eyes roved around the fourteen players, dressed in scarlet and blue. I didn't even know what I was looking for until I found it. The long black hair that could only belong to one person.

No. It's not happening. Don't even go there.

Another half-minute. Then the players took to the air. Then the balls were released. Then the match began.

I fell into a stupor. Heartlessly celebrating when Ravenclaw scored a goal (which was often). Cheering with Lily when Bruckner and Colton, the Gryffindor Beaters, sent two consecutive Bludgers to knock into the leading Ravenclaw Chaser.

The Seekers looked lost. Even at this distance, I could see James' erratic movements, tell that he hadn't seen the Snitch. The Ravenclaw Seeker was tailing him. Albeit at a distance, but within shouting range.

Cheater.

I was actually getting into the game. 'Ooh'ing when someone took a particularly nasty clobber. Cheering when Gryffindor were awarded a penalty.

Sirius was in possession of the Quaffle. He sped up the near side of the pitch, his robes flapping in the wind. He got nearer and nearer to the goalposts, and -

And then a Bludger came full pelt towards him. They collided, the Bludger shearing his broom in two, sending Sirius flying through the air, this time without a broomstick, and plummenting towards the stands, and then... and then...

I didn't think about it. I shoved Brad away from me, got up from my seat, barged through the already congregating crowd.

"Sorry, s'cuse me..."

As I neared, people started to recognise me. People started to let me through. People let me look at Sirius, cradling his left arm, bent at an unnatural angle. He looked up, saw me. Smiled.

"Hey," he winced

Oh, he's so adorable.

"Oh, God, Sirius." I crushed his body against mine. I could smell him again. It reminded me of sunlight. Sunlight and the colour red. The red of blood.

"Ow, ow," Sirius seethed. "My arm." I hastily let go. His face was covered in scratches, his grey eyes watering slightly. He looked so vulnerable. Because he was.

"It's broken."

"You don't say."

"Shouldn't you see Madam Pomfrey?"

A pause. "No." Sirius gave me a crooked grin. "No, not yet." And with his left hand, with the whole school present, he grabbed me by the collar of my robes and kissed me.

Sirius Black was mine. I, Remus John Lupin, was his. Anything else was unthinkable. Impossible. We were not two people. We were one, inseparable and impossibly intertwined. And we didn't want to be disentangled.

We didn't notice Brad practically breathing fire a few rows down. We didn't notice that James had swooped down and got it on with Lily, either. And we certainly didn't notice the cheers from Gryffindor House.

But I did notice that when Sirius Black smiled again, his eyes were silver stars.

A/N: So here it is. Sorry if it's shit. XD But I just didn't want to spend more time on it when it's already been months. So yeah. C:

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