It was a nice change from your usual routine, going up the astronomy tower almost every night and meeting Remus there.

It was a coincidence the first time you encountered each other there, but a bond was quickly established over deep chats and cigarettes.

Nights which had made a new friendship appear, at least it had started as a friendship. You hadn’t really talked about the shared kisses and tenders touches under the stars.

Which now had turned into a daily thing. It was nice.

It was April, and spring had brought good weather with it, so even though the late hour Remus was wearing a short sleeve.

He hadn’t earlier, but when seeing how you trembled because of the great idea of not bringing a jacket, he’d given you his sweater, which was the comfiest thing ever.

Your finger reached to trace one of the silver scars on his arm. He looked down at you, holding a breath. “What are you doing?”