Wolfstar

Not Just The Help - 2

A//N

Alright! Second verse! (Sorry, I have Twenty Øne Pilots songs stuck in my head!!) But yeah, here is the second part! (Also, is Ezra Miller not one of the prettiest people you've ever seen?!?! He's who I would cast as Sirius!)

A//N

After a fitful sleep, Sirius awoke to sunlight on his face. He sat up, rubbing his eyes. Looking over to his window, he saw Remus tying back the curtains. He smiled.

Remus looked over his shoulder and nodded at Sirius, the morning light reflected in his hair, turning it to gold.

"Good morning, sir," he said, "I see that you're awake."

Collecting himself and taking his hands through his hair, Sirius nodded back and replied,

"Yes, thank you, Remus."

Turning back around to secure the curtains, Remus reached up, but stopped short with a gasp of pain.

"Remus? Are you alright?"

He recovered himself, a hand pressing to his back.

"Ah, yes, sir. I'm completely fine. Think nothing of it."

Sirius went to help, but Remus tentatively waved him off.

"No, no, sir. I told you, I'm fine. Let's get you dressed and downstairs for breakfast with your parents."

Sirius pursed his lips worriedly and sighed, "If you're sure..."

"I'm sure, sir," Remus replied, "Now, the red waistcoat or the black one?"

....

Dressed and downstairs, Sirius sat with his family in the dining hall. We, you couldn't exactly call sitting 'with' because they were all spaced out around a large, stone table.

Regulus, Sirius' younger brother, sat prim and properly at the table. As did their parents. Sirius tried his best, but never quite managed to reach the level of aloofness that his family naturally had. He had always been the disappointment of the family.

"Sirius Orion Black," called his mother sharply, "sit up."

Sirius sighed inaudibley and sat up, uncomfortable in the hard, jagged oak chairs.

"Yes,  Mother."

She seemed to pierce him with her cold grey eyes.

"Try to follow your brother's perfect example. We cannot have our son be seen to be slouching."

Sirius' father cut in tersely, "Yes, it is extremely embarrassing for us. We will have guests arriving soon for your coming of age, Sirius, and you must not humiliate us in front of them. Our reputation is on the line."

"Yes mother. Yes father," he stood up staring into the middle distance, his cheeks burning with concealed anger, "may I please be excused?"

His father looked back to his newspaper.

"Of course, Sirius, leave us."

Sirius bowed stiffly, and stalked out, rage barely concealed.

....

"Sir?"

Sirius looked up from his book. Remus was standing beside him. Sirius blushed and snapped it shut.

"Yes, Remus?"

Remus approached him tentatively, "I - I noticed that you aren't on very good terms with your family. Is everything alright?"

Sirius sighed.

"Please, sit."

Remus hesitated for a second, but sat down beside Sirius.

"We have never ready been on the same side. I am... different... to them."

Remus looked at him concernedly, and Sirius couldn't help but notice that they were inching closer every second.

"How so?"

"I don't agree with much that they believe in. I just want to be normal, they want me to marry a rich girl and have a son so that they can keep the family going..."

Remus' deep amber eyes met his, flickering in the candlelight.

"And do you want to marry a rich girl?"

Sirius hesitated, not quite sure what was being asked of him.

"No. In fact..." He whispered, "I've never wanted a girl in my life."

Remus gave a dry chuckle, "Neither, but the girls, they must throw themselves at you."

Sirius stared at Remus for a little longer.

"What do you mean?"

Remus flushed, "Well... You are extremely attractive, sir."

It was Sirius' turn to blush now, "You really think so?"

Remus started to get up, "I've, uh, I've got things to be getting on with, Sir..."

Sirius grabbed his slim wrist.

"No, please don't leave... And, and, please, call me Sirius..."

Remus sat down again, moving closer and closer to Sirius. They were both extremely flushed in the candlelight now.

"Okay... Sirius."

Sirius smiled, "There. Much better," then suddenly he became shy, "could I kiss you maybe?"

Remus did not answer. He just brought their heads together. Their lips met and suddenly Sirius was floating. 'This must be what opium is like,' he thought dreamily as Remus wound his hands in Sirius' long black hair.

They stayed like that for a while, lips moving in synchronization, hands in one another's hair.

So this is what love felt like.

They broke apart, hysterical smiles broad on their faces.

Sirius laid his hand on Remus' cheekbone, rubbing small circles with his thumb. He let out a small chuckle.

"What are we?"

"I have no idea."