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The art of "Turning the page"

One of the traditions of the last week of the term for superior courses is to take advantage of the free hours to walk in Hogsmeade. To visit the gift shops and buy a gift for the family with the money that has managed to survive until the end of the semester. A little bit, usually. Typically, James arrives with ragged pockets and a few sad sickles he found rummaging under the mattress, but that year he has two galleons and every intention of buying his mother a good present. Something to make up for all the owls that arrive during the course to the Potters' house reporting James's misbehavior.

He wants, for once, something nice, something that he says "it's me, James, and despite everything, I love you, mom." Something personal.

- Remus, seriously, I'll give you the money and if you have anything left, you keep it.

- No.

- Do me that favor. What does it cost you?

- Every year I buy it for you. For once, choose the gift of your mother. Good lord, this is your mother, James. Think, what would she need or like?

- That I became Minister of Magic.

Remus takes a deep sigh and takes his coat.

- I'm accompanying you to Hogsmeade. But you choose it.

They end up in the Magic Perfumes and Fantastic Aromas store of Miss Annabelle LeLac. The owner has long eyelashes, excessively make-up eyelids, lips that seem about to explode from the effect of the lipstick left.

Sirius stays away from her to avoid getting dizzy from trying to guess her true age. Anyway, he does not plan to bring any gifts home and he also has no idea of ​​perfumes, so he lets James and Remus choose between glass jars and bottles with cork stoppers.And, from afar, he watches them.

- Oh god, I love this one. - James pokes his nose into a lavender-colored bottle. - This is amazing. I think I'll stick with this one. It's the best smell in the world. I want to move into this jar. What the heck is this, Remus?

- It's Lily's perfume.

- I'll take it.

- Do you want your mother to smell like Lily?

- I'd better not then.

And so like that, half an hour. How can it take so long to choose a jar for a mother? If Sirius had to choose something he would take home some Botulinum toxin and give himself some satisfaction. A little bit in the soup and congratulations, Mom. But Remus opens all the cans and approaches gently and you hardly notice how he inspire the smell of it, unless you pay close attention, as Sirius does. After all, he gets bored and he has nothing else to do. Only that. Look at the details that only one week before they went unnoticed.

Sirius looks at Remus' hands as he picks up the bottles and looks at the long, well-drawn fingers. They are the same ones that pulled his clothes not so much time ago, and they squeezed his ass and they have always inspired him serenity, except that are now beginning to inspire him to sin.

When Remus turns to approach a perfume box resting on a full trunk of oriental fabrics, Sirius watches the way he walks and never would have said but believes that there is something sexy in that walk that seems to lead him anywhere. Above all, he looks at his neck. Every time he reaches down and smells a new scent, he can't help himself. The shirt is, as usual, a little too big. So, when he tilts his head, Sirius can see the tension in the tendons and that long reddish streak that slides down to his chest. It is rather hot into the store, and a light layer of sweat shines on the scar.

All that "turning the page" would be a lot, but a lot easier if Sirius won't imagine what it must be like to lick the sweat right there, in that groove. Maybe a bite. But just a little. Soft. Just to try again what he knows how feels when Remus Lupin melt under his tongue and notice how he unscrews and he warms up and start to fly and imagine all things he wants to do to him.

-And this one?- Asks James. What does it remind you of?

Remus wrinkles his nose. He seems to dislike it.

- I don't know, like ... sweaty garden gnome feet, I think.

James grins from ear to ear.

- Padfoot, we have a gift for your mother!