Harry Potter One Shots

22 - Wolfstar

3rd Person

"Are you just naturally perfect," Remus asks out of the blue as him and Sirius are studying. Well, Sirius was studying, the werewolf was sitting there admiring him and scolding himself for it.

"I'm sorry?" Sirius responds, very obviously confused. Those words couldn't possibly come out of Remus, beautiful, kind, brilliant Remus.

"Its just, the girls all think you're perfect and I was wondering if you naturally are like that or if you have to try." He tries to play it off, suddenly very intent on looking over his essay.

"Oh um, I don't really do anything, but I don't think I'm perfect, do you?"

What the actual kind of fucking question is that, Remus thinks to himself. Deciding that it would somehow ease the ever growing tension he reaches over and grabs two cigarettes from the pack on his bed tossing one to Sirius who puts it in between his lips and lights it instantly, taking a long drag. Remus does the same and leans against his headboard, trying to figure out how to answer the question without sounding like the lovesick idiot he is.

When he comes to the conclusion that he can't he answers the question with another question, "Does it really matter what I think? As long as you are confident then other people's opinions shouldn't hold any power over you."

Sirius opens his mouth to answer, than closed it again, taking another drag. "We should really do some homework," he comments after a few minutes of silence.

"Can we do something else," Sirius asks as he already finished all of his, "You hungry?"

"I could eat, but I don't feel like getting up." Secretly he was in a but of pain because of last night's transformation, but he would never actually admit that to anyone.

"I'll go get some food from the kitchens and bring it back," Sirius says automatically as this is a common thing for them to do around the time after the full moon. "Be right back Moons."

Thirty minutes later the boy walks back into the dorm, basket full of food. "I bring you lunch," Sirius announces, gently placing himself and the food on the bed next to the werewolf. "Turkey sandwiches, earl grey, butterbeer, and assorted sweets."

Looking at the pile Remus notices the extreme amount of chocolate bars, "Why so many, " he asks, pointing at the candy before taking a bite from a sandwich.

"I knew you were running out, " he comments simply before walking over to the record player and putting on The Beatles Abbey Road, then digging into the food next to his best friend.

When they were finished he noticed Remus' eyes getting slightly droppy. "You can take a nap if you'd like, I know you're tired."

"Are you sure," he asks, ashamed that it was that obvious.

"Of course, and I know what you're thinking, but don't worry it wasn't that noticeable, I just know you well. Now go to sleep, it's cool."

Quickly, Sirius moves all the items off the bed and grabs Remus a pair of sweatpants so he can change out of his jeans, fully aware that he hates sleeping in them.

"Thanks Pads, " he says, a mixture of both embarrassed and pleased. "You really are great."

A minute later, when he is almost asleep and slightly delirious he adds, "By the way, I think you're perfect." But before the long haired boy can respond, he is fast asleep.