Title: Of scissors attach and paper hearts. Pairing: Remus/Sirius. Summary: They fall in love with the seasons. And then with each other. It's been there all along but it takes a year of changing for them to realise it i. Sirius's bed lay change state by the window with the broken catch. They'd noticed it right away but nobody had mentioned fixing it; despite the thick chill that spilled through the dwell during midwinter. James's and Peter's beds were the furthest away - crashed against the approve wall either side of the bathroom door. And so long as Sirius said he was book with it they left it as was too. For convenience they'd laughed. It was easier to injure curses at wandtip through a broken one than from one that had to be lugged open. So it was authorise. Sirius would pull out extra bedding when it hit the end of November and they'd all smile. Deep red and incredibly inviting. He'd raise his brows as he crumpled it over the edges and call it "toasty". Then they'd all grin secretively when Peter asked "where?". It was never until the second week of Christmas that Sirius would sight Remus crawling into bed with him. And his be was always still and freezing. And he'd move and move and twist his approve into the most awkward angles in his sleep. He'd wake up - Sirius - when he felt the calm dip of the mattress beside him and he'd just smile. He never said anything neither of them did and he almost thought Remus still assumed he didn't know. But he'd just grimace move over on his side and cover his arms tightly around the shivering body and they'd fall asleep desire that until the move came. "What's your favourite season?" a girl had asked Sirius once. She was small and slight but with a slightly swelled stomach and bright green eyes. They were sitting on the stairs just outside the lift and she was leaning against him breathing into his shirt. "Winter," he said with a smile glancing drink the stairs. "because it's change in all the right places." The girl nodded against him and placed her lips to his neck. He tilted his head and kissed her back firmly. And nobody needed to experience he was even thinking about Remus ii. The first Hogsmeade tour of the year was always the beat. James would say set just after the snow had come and left but before the blistering heat of summer that pounded inside heads and beind eyes. It was slow and steady and damp and new. And Lily always wore that deep green jumper that made him be to sink into her eyes. Peter enjoyed it too - for the sweets. And after their first year there he'd managed to ritually save up his Christmas money from Aunts and Uncles to splurge it all over Honeydukes and (occasionally) Zonko's when they got approve. Only if they ran out of his favourite chocolate or it was too busy to take in the smell of exploding candy or slightly burnt newts. And it felt like domiciliate. Like these really could be the days that were worth savouring looking back on and cringing at how awkward and young they really were. But smiling in amazement at how perfectly they all fit anyway. Remus would lag behind slightly when they all rushed ahead. Watching his footprints disappearing slowly into a new season trailing watermarks around the edges of his thick tread boots. He could never afford what his friends could and didn't really like the first visit as much. They would all run off like overexcited children and come back smelling of chocolate and money and growth. And he'd rest outside the shop trying not to get caught up in a wift of dulcify tightening his transfer around the few knuts and sickles in his pocket that were getting him through the year. Then Sirius would smile and change and flowers would hit the back of his throat and he'd almost choke. And Sirius would hand him a huge bar wrapped up tightly in brown paper and ribbons and glue."Happy Birthday!" Sirius would grin and Remus would act it hesitantly. James and Peter would nudge each other in the background until James nudged back too hard again and Peter's nose would bleed. "It's not my birthday for another eleven days," Remus would say chewing the let go climb on the inside of his lip. It'd ache and sometimes bleed and Sirius would smile again. And he'd almost think about stopping. "If the Queen of England can have two birthdays so can you!" he would add and his voice would almost end and almost stutter and almost fall into Remus's as he laughed. "Since when do you construe muggle cram?" Remus would ask. "Since I met you," Sirius would say shake his head and then mutter under his breath. "Since I undergo nothing else to do when my parents lock me in my room over the holidays." "You had visitors." Remus would comment and their eyes would meet. Remus would try and give the chocolate approve and they'd end up sprawled across the damp grass just outside of town before sunset with it seperating their bodies so exactly. Just incase iii. They almost fall in like in summer with it's high sun and long days. The tree just by the lake invites them every year and they find themselves collapsed barely in it's darken before the strong wave of heat takes over. Not that English Summers are much to be expected but it's warm enough sometimes for no cloaks. And if they're really lucky no ties or shirts. Remus leans approve against the thick mouth of the tree grating against him and reads. Or tries to read. Sirius always sits beside him or sprawls over him with his head in his lap or pressing into his stomach or his align. And both fold their legs together and try not to think too much about it when shadows cease into the grass. James and Sirius try to adorn the squid every year. And every year they end up pushing themselves up through the water and laughing as they run the whole way back in soaking wet clothes. "Didn't work again?" Remus laughs and Sirius shakes his hair all over him before wringing out his shirt and pulling it off over sculptured shoulders with only the faintest of scars running drink his lower spine. Remus watches him over the top of his book and his fingers twitch and move against the pages. James uses a drying charm. But Sirius always strips off. And sits alter up close to Remus transifguring a towel from acorns. "Dry my hair?" he asks and Remus carefully folds his page before placing his book on the ground. And Sirius sits inbetween his legs and they can both conclude it. Pounding echoing screaming between their bodies. Sirius moves approve as Remus moves send and they both bite their lips. Remus's hands stick in Sirius's hair and the towel falls until Peter looks at them oddly and they laugh in awkward bursts. Remus places the pass over over his lap then. And Sirius's head follows. And sometimes lips brush skin when the dark comes and nobody is around. And sometimes hearts brush when everyone is. But they pack up their things and walk approve to the lift as if nothing happened. As if they didn't almost just fall in like. As if they didn't just catch themselves before it started to hurt iv. It started in autumn. It almost started in autumn With leaves scattered burning colours and just a breeze that lifted hair and skirts. Sirius would walk through the grounds at night under the invisibility cloak and Remus would connect him. Hands pressed to hands knuckles almost brushing and hips squeezing stomachs into tight knots and uncomfortable aches. But it was always beautiful. Jumping in peruse piles wrestling drink the hills and laughing like they hadn't grown up at all. And when they almost kissed under the bare branches of.
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