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I spent the early evening in the library, attempting to complete an Ancient Runes essay. It’s strange; muggle languages come a lot more easily to me than wizard languages; I can speak Spanish, some Swedish, a little German and a bit of French but whilst I’ve been at Hogwarts I’ve attempted to learn Mermish and Runes without too much success. I don’t really understand the difference or why I find the magical languages so much harder, but for some reason it’s a lot more of a struggle. For this reason, Sirius and Peter found me buried under a pile of books probably heavier than me at half ten that evening.
“Remus, what are you doing?” Peter asked incredulously.
“Trying to...translate...” I murmured, not looking up from my books.
“Remus, c’mon,” Sirius urged me. “It’s getting late. I really think you should come back to the common room with us.”
“I’m almost fin...” I didn’t even bother to finish my sentence, just waved them away.
Sirius took the book from in front of me and closed it. “Bed. Now.”
I opened my mouth to argue but the determination in his eyes was too strong. “You’ve had one hell of a weekend...you’ve physically had to work twice as hard to keep up with everyone today. This translation can wait.”
As we made our way up to the Gryffindor tower, Peter looked at me. “How do you do it, Moony?”
“Do what?” I asked, confused as to what he was referring to.
“Learn all these languages!” he exclaimed. “You can speak...” he paused to count. “Seven. You can speak seven languages -”
“Not fluently,” I interrupted.
Sirius rolled his eyes. “Ok, two fluently and five at which your prowess is increasing every day. Don’t be facetious.”
“I wasn’t,” I argued. “Just...I’m not so wonderful as Wormtail’s making me out to be.”
Peter laughed. “Ever the modest one, Moony.”
I went to argue and Sirius put his hand over my mouth. “I’m teasing you, Rem.”
I shivered silently as he trailed his fingers softly down my neck and across my collarbone. Peter continued, unperturbed. “What I really meant, I suppose, is how do you find the time for it? All the extra learning.”
I laughed. “Well I learnt Spanish from very early on. It may not seem so from my current complexion but I spent a couple of weeks most summers in Spain when I was younger. French was from a muggle school I went to when I was a little younger...Swedish was from visiting Sweden a couple of years back...I love their language, it’s like music. And German...I have a couple of friends in Germany who were teaching me. It’s nothing special really because it’s all so basic.”
“Swedish is your favourite?” Sirius asked, interested.
“It’s beautiful,” I smiled.
I’d been sitting in bed for a few minutes, when the curtain closest to me was pulled ajar slightly.
“Can I come in?” Sirius asked, smiling that gorgeous crooked smile at me.
“Of course,” I replied, marking my page and sliding the book under the pillow.
Sirius climbed through the curtains and closed them. He pulled out his wand and muttered, “Muffiliato.”
He turned and looked at me. “How’s your ankle?”
I shrugged. “Not bad. Think I’ll be able to walk again tomorrow.”
He laughed. “Congratulations,” he teased.
“Always with the teasing,” I said lightly.
He leaned over and murmured in my ear, “Speak Swedish to me.”
“What do you want me to say?” I asked, a little surprised by his request.
“I don’t care,” he replied. “But you said it sounds like music. I want to hear you speak it.”
I thought for a moment, then smiled and murmured into his ear. “Du är vacker. Jättevacker. Jag kan inte föreställa mig liv utan dig. Jag saknar dig även när du är med mig... Vad mer? Åh. Förstås. Det viktigaste...Jag älskar dig.”
He turned to me. “You’re right...it sounds beautiful. Just like you are, Rem.”
I smiled shyly and looked away but he reached over and lifted my chin.
“What did you say?”
I felt myself blush. “It’s strange how much easier it was to tell you when you couldn’t understand,” I hedged, slowly.
“Tell me,” he asked hesitantly. “Please.”
I sat up straight and reached up to touch his cheek with my hand. He locked eyes with me. “You are beautiful,” I murmured. “Really beautiful. I can’t imagine life without you. I miss you even when you are with me. What more? Oh. Of course. The most important thing...” I paused, aware that the blush that had crept onto my face was like fire. “Sirius. I...I love you.”
He stared into my eyes for so long that I wasn’t sure if he was going to move ever again or if we could stay like this forever.
As he leaned over and slowly kissed me I inhaled, savouring the smell of his skin and the taste of his lips, the flavour of his toothpaste and the smell of his deodorant. He kissed me for so long that I lost track of time, slowly at first but with increasing intensity, building like a fire. As he kissed me, he slowly reached down and slid my tshirt up my chest and over my head, then I slowly unbuttoned his shirt and let the material glide down his arms. He traced my silver scars with his long fingers, so gently it made me shiver...
We took turns, removing items of clothing, leaving them tangled at the bottom of the bed, our limbs intertwined, and when we were finished undressing one another we moved back to look at one another. When he kissed me, everything unspoken thing we needed to say passed between us. When he touched me, the firey chemistry we’d only felt before in sparks and shocks spoke volumes. And when he took me in his arms and whispered into my ear that I was beautiful, for the first time in my life...I believed him.
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