Chapter 3
“Oh, for Christ's sake!” James snorts, “You’re smitten!”
Sirius blushes.
“Am not.” He says defiantly, although he one hundred percent, absolutely is.
“Who is it?” Regulus asks, an amused smile on his face.
“It’s no one!” Sirius groans, burying his face in his arms.
“That’s what I said when I started dating Regulus!” James says, voice full of glee.
“Was it really?” Regulus asks, quirking an eyebrow.
“It was.” James confirms.
Sirius had just walked into the house that he shared with James, Regulus, Euphemia and Fleamont, hoping that James and Regulus would be off doing whatever it was that they did so that he could dart to his room and picture Remus’s lovely face in peace, but alas.
As soon as he’d walked in, James took one look at his face and burst out laughing, which led to his current predicament.
“C’mon Sirius, who is it?” James pleads.
“Come with me to coffee tomorrow and I’ll tell you.” Sirius says.
“Really?” Regulus questions.
“No!” Sirius says exasperatedly, throwing his hands up in the air. “I’m leaving!”
“To picture your boyfriend?” James suggests, wiggling his eyebrows.
“Oh, fuck off!” Sirius shouts behind him, raising up two fingers and storming up the stairs to his room.
He can hear James and Regulus snickering behind him and forming theories about who he was pining after.
They’ll never guess. He thinks to himself. It’s not as if they have eyes for anyone other than each other.
He revels in this fact. Even if they were his best friend and his brother, at least they wouldn’t know who Remus was, especially since neither of them liked coffee.
He grabs his diary that’s labeled “PRIVATE, JAMES, FUCK OFF”, opens it, and starts doodling Remus’s face; his scar, his freckles, his eyes, and most importantly, his gorgeous scowl.
He falls asleep while holding his paper versions of Remus, and he sleeps sounder than he has in several years.