You'd always prided yourself on being a pretty decent student. Perhaps not the best around, leave that to Lupin or Evans, but you paid attention, provided notes for your loving boyfriend who was very helpful in other, less academic areas. All in all, you could sit through a boring class and still come out having learnt something new. But this class, this was different.

Upper years had always heeded warnings against taking Professor Binn's classes, due to how the old ghost could rattle on for hours in that same drawling monotone. You and Sirius had figured you could simply put up with it, as you were both pretty interested in Muggle History. And the material was interesting, with you coming from a muggle background, getting to see a new, wizarding perspective on things, and Sirius coming from a pureblood line, who got to ogle at the same things you deemed mundane. But the material was not the problem, and there's no prizes for guessing what it.

Your boyfriend beside you looked on the verge of sleep, his head nearly touching the desk. His posture looked like it must surely hurt. Your expert notes had slowly developed into mindless scrawls. As your handwriting became so unfocused it was illegible, you instead were drawn to sketching little stars, eventually connecting them up into the constellations you'd been learning about in astronomy, a class with a much more captivating teacher.

Lightly, you nudged the other boy's shoulder, making him tilt his head at you blearily. He only began to appear more confused as you moved your pen to his arm, though he relaxed, blinking, as he noted exactly what you were drawing. A specific constellation mapped out against a canvas of porcelain skin.

"That's my star." Sirius pointed out quietly, gently, nodding to the largest dot in your ballpoint pen recreation of the Canis Major constellation, or the Sirius constellation, as he liked to call it. The boys previously glazed over eyes began to soften, allowing you to continue your recreation of the night sky on his arm.