Love – (luhv), noun.

By: Ethiwen

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter– JK Rowling does. If I did, I would be typing this on a better computer. And Albus Severus would have been named something entirely different.

Summary: Sirius is not defined by his reputation. Remus is not defined by The Wolf. They define themselves…and in doing so define each other.

Ships: RemusSirius. Don't like it, don't read it. Simple as that.

Warnings: Boy loving boy. Probably some mouth. Mentions of adult topics…you know…-whispers- masturbation, sex, probably some alcohol someplace….oh and gay. Lots and lots of teenage gay. Not one to be subtle, am I?

Spoilers: Not really any…unless you haven't read the third book. And if you haven't? Where have you been living? Snuffles' cave?

Author's Notes: First of all, I must say thank you to all those who have read (and reviewed) this piece. I really never expected to garner much support with this; I know some may consider it blasphemy even. "Remus not loving chocolate? Are you out of your ever-loving mind?" But I like unorthodox. So that's what this'll be. –Grin-

Debzzz, to answer your questions: I know that this is pretty T so far. But if you look down to definition number five, you'll see that the M rating is for –eventual- M things. Sorry I didn't point that out earlier! Don't worry; it's on its way! (Even if it will be my first time. Ahhh!) And as for what year they're in….ummm….Probably like third or fourth. Before they become Animaguses….Animagi? So before that. And I don't remember exactly when that was. Care to Share?

Oh and another Note ('Cause I seem to be full of them oo ) Remus, I believe, has pretty amber-coloured eyes. But this chapter is his POV, and my Remus thinks his eyes are just ordinary brown. This is a trend. It is my personal opinion that Remus doesn't have a lot of self-confidence. Not that he has self-worth issues! He just thinks he's common. So no comments on how I downplay Remus's traits-- It's on purpose!

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Love, (luhv) - noun, verb, loved, lov·ing. –noun

1. A strong positive emotion of regard and affection; "his love for his work";

"Children need a lot of love" (ant: hate)

2. Any object of warm affection or devotion; "the theater was her first love"

3. A beloved person; used as terms of endearment (syn: beloved)

4. A deep feeling of sexual desire and attraction; "their love left them indifferent

to their surroundings"; "she was his first love"

5. sexual activities (often including sexual intercourse) between two people

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"Remus, be a love and hand me my Charms book?"

Remus was thoroughly convinced that Sirius did not realize the meaning of the word "love." He couldn't, the way he tossed it around like nothing.

The brunette was always one to use words correctly. Not that he was some sort of human dictionary, or super genius. He simply believed that the English language was far too expansive to substitute an easy word for a better, more appropriate one. Sticks and stones may break my bones etc. was complete bullshit. Words were –powerful-.

Especially the "L" word.

And Sirius used it so casually in passing. 'Love, would you do this?' 'I'll love you forever if you let me copy that git Sluggy's Potions essay.' 'Ta, loves!'

This word had caused the heartbreak of many a young maid (and some of the young men). It had given them false hopes to be dashed, and foolish dreams to be crushed. Could Sirius possibly return their affections? He had called them love, could they be special?

Afraid not.

And frankly it made Remus quite infuriated.

"Siri, your legs aren't broken. Get it yourself."

Sirius pouted the infamous pout. "But Reeeeeeeeeeemuuuussss…"

But what infuriated Remus even more, was that he still felt the quick jerk in his chest and the warmth in his cheeks when Sirius called him 'love'. Or told him he loved him, even if only to get something from him. He still felt the ache in his throat and the emptiness in his arms when Sirius's liquid silver eyes locked on to his brown ones.

Or that he turned him into a right soppy git.

Remus sighed. There was really no way around it, he was in love with his best friend. Not that he wanted to get around it, mind you. There was no denying that Sirius was handsome, intelligent, funny, charming…really all the things Remus wanted in a partner. Remus was not one to deny things. Not that it made it any easier to cope with.

He had faced up to the fact that he had wanted Sirius for a while. At first he thought it was only physical. What girl or gay bloke wouldn't want to shag Sirius senseless? But slowly Remus's debauched and wicked sexual fantasies of Sirius turned into daydreams of cuddling and romance and hot shagging. In short he had turned from a hormone riddled teenager to a lovesick schoolgirl.

Unlike Sirius, Remus knew what the word love meant. It meant the complete and utter forfeit of one's own happiness for another's. It meant constant hope meshed with constant ache.

It meant he could deny Sirius nothing. Even if he wanted to.

Bastard.

Remus grabbed the charm book off the table he was working on, and walked across the common room to give it to the raven haired teen. Their hands brushed, and Remus has to fight hard not to show the rose dusting across his cheeks.

"Thanks, Rem. You know I love you right?"

"Mmhm, Sirius." Remus rolled his eyes and put on his best sarcastic face to belie his true emotions, "I love you too."

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Short, I know...sorry. I tried to make it longer. It just felt complete like this.

Reviews, please?