Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi…

If only his innermost yearnings could be quenched, akin to the fraudulent spectacle presented on the speculum…

His heart’s desire, not of eroticism but of genuine pathos… Admittedly, the wolf wanted to claim his infatuation and only self-control prevented that from occurring… Nevertheless, he perceived that it would be impossible for his wishes to come true… After all, the one he loved, would never love him…

Who would…?

A stunted stature, that was degraded to a milquetoast at the sinking of the Full Moon Armada, fulfilling the stereotype, a diminutive runt… With a myriad of scars, rupturing the connective tissue on his body, looking much like a plaything that a Sphinx abraded at… Who would want a tattered coy second-hand love? That contained one insignificant positive, intellect and wit…

Why be with a cerebral Remus Lupin when you could have the charismatic, seductive, confident, essentially… the ever perfect form of Sirius Black…?

Sirius…

Ebony locks fluently articulating his name in sensuous sonority, with each ringlet enlightening the cosmos of the alluring characteristics, which he possessed. Bottomless sapphire jewels, that seemed to have hailed from the subterranean chasm, that twinkled in his playful moods. Keen mind, that plotted pranks successfully, a joker virtuoso.

What his amber eyes viewed would never be…

Swathed in Gryffindor robes, maroon and gold, Sirius standing a taller by a head or so, glancing at him with immovable interest… Ebony and gold locks twisting together, forming a systematic love knot…

This was not existent… It just wasn’t. Trying to convince himself otherwise…

A Prefect, a model student and a rule breaker together…?  

Chalk and cheese, conservative and flamboyant, Remus Lupin and Sirius Black intimately snug in each other’s embrace?

Stationary twins, in a hidden chamber that they had ‘accidentally’ encountered due to Sirius’s incapability of perching sensibly and orderly on a chair for more than three seconds. Lustre mirror scintillating harmoniously in the background; dormant words emblazoned turning to fiery letters of calenture…

Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi…

Face of flawlessness inching interstice, hands coupled, squeezing fingers encircled around protectively, exhalation, a saccharine susurration, declared “…I love you Remus.”

Sirius loved him? He… Was going to… Kiss him…?

Ague, shivers of nerve impulses, anticipating the brush of gorgeously lush yet well-versed lips of Sirius… Stomach contracting, breath hitching, it was all unexpectedly taking place… For what reason he didn’t know, for what reason he particularly did not care for or show any contemplation towards… Turning his thought trail off, ready to give way to the tumultuous emotions, shedding his self-control like a second skin…  

Waiting…

Waiting…

Waiting…

…Nullity?

But.

Tearing his gaze to glare impatiently at the teasing male in question. Only to find no face staring intently at his, no lips about to commingle with his, no words airily conveyed, no hands linked…

…Just harsh reality. The chamber was identical, including the surroundings and ornamentation, as well as the persons inside… Eyeing the mirror with hungry eyes, was the authentic Sirius, presumably feasting on a barely clad female with swelling breasts in the glory of her thirties, prior to the sands of time snatching away her plenteous beauty…

You fool. You ignorant idiot. Malediction to his own stupidity… Feeling his canine dig into his lip, fingers touching his palm, restraining the urge to let tears trickle down his face… It had all felt so real… It had felt as if Sirius had loved him, that his arms had coiled around him, supporting him, letting him drop away the facade of maturity, baring his feelings, ills and heart…

There was no reciprocation; after all, Sirius was so straight that he did not need a ruler to draw perfect margins… Sirius would never love him, and he was a fool to think otherwise… Perchance he could slink away and let his tears cascade down his cheeks, Sirius seemed absorbed… Tiptoeing towards the door, slipping out, fastening it tentatively, to only sprint down the corridor, the pitiless loop screeching teasingly in his mind…

Sirius Black will never love you… Never.

…As, the said male’s digits played over the flush plane of the curio looking glass, caressing at what he coveted, murmuring exquisitely… “I love you Remus…”