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Sirius Black loved summer. Remus Lupin would read poetry to him as they sprawled out together on the grass - urgent homework lying forgotten on empty beds high up in the dormitory. Sirius would rest his head in Remus's lap, shivering with pleasure each time long, deft fingers sifted through the silky black strands of his hair. He would listen with his eyes closed as beautiful, well-crafted words rolled off Remus's velvet tongue. From time to time he would ask Remus to repeat a line or verse that he liked. Remus would do so tirelessly and without a single complaint.
Remus Lupin loved summer. Sirius Black would prat about by the edge of the lake, his school shirt lying discarded on the grass, and the bold red and gold stripes of his Gryffindor tie still hanging loosely around his neck. His glossy black hair shone brilliantly in the summer sun, getting longer and more alluring with each passing year. Sirius, much to Remus's envy and admiration, always bronzed in the sun. His bare skin was warm to the touch beneath the careful caresses of Remus's fingertips. Summer brought out the best in each of them - they shone - bright and sun-kissed.