"Where is your Valentine?" Sirius entered the dorm room, right when Remus was about to doze off.
"What Valentine?" he mumbled sleepily, rolling over to look at his friend.
Sirius snorted as an answer at first and then plopped down on James's bed. "Mary?" he explained.
"Mary and I are not together, Pads." Remus yawned and blinked for a few times before shutting his eyes again.
"But you are shagging." Sirius muttered under his nose. "And for whom are those bloody poppies? Did yo uhandpick them from the field across Hogsmeade?" his voice turned a tad accusatory and almost crushed. "Wow Moon! You know how to picj flowers; it looks beautiful. Lucky bird, Mary she is."
"Why are we talking about Mary? Those are for ya'." Remus murmured.
"What?" Sirius frowned. However, it appeared that Remus had drifted off again. Bloody full-moon. "Moony! What?" Sirius tried again, this time walking up to his bed and poking him on his nose. And how beautiful that narrow nose was.
"Huh?" Remus moved his lids a bit.
"Flowers Moony! You said you picked them for me? Come on, focus mate!" Sirius poked him again and again until Remus raised his hand and grabbed both his fingers inside his huge palm. Slowly, he brought his whole hand to his lips and kissed his knuckles one by one.
Sirius had stilled, exchanging glances between the boy and the poppies.
"Those are for you; you annoying bastard." the sleepy boy whispered. "Be mine." he added as an afterthought and re-opened his eyes, finally to look up at him. Cheeks red from the warm slumber state and misty eyes from tiredness. Precious.
"How did you-when did you..." Sirius was having trouble forming sentences. "Fuck it. I love you. No questions whatsoever." he gave up completely and crouched to reach Remus's pout.
The kiss was slow, languid and it tasted strawberry chocolate, evidence of the opened truffle packaging on his nightstand.
"I must say," Sirius whispered, laying next to him, nuzzling the crook of his neck. "That was a shite love confession. Only you would confess half-asleep." he planted a kiss there right after.
"Under your spell, Pads." Remus murmured inconherently and snuggled closer. "No pun intented." wits never leaving the man, even in light lethargy.