Sirius once read that behind every exquisite thing that existed; there is something equally as tragic. But how could such a thing be for someone marvelous as 𝐡𝐢𝐦? Of all the people in the world, it has to be Remus Lupin--the delinquent who wears shitty sweaters and corduroy. What starts as a series of small, inconsequential favors fumbled from one inexperienced set of young hands to the other spirals into a passionate, nearly frenetic love affair. Love only tastes this rich when it falls from the forbidden fruit, and if there ever was one hung so desperately from his grasp, it was that of Lupin-the boy with obnoxious blonde hair. You know? The one who blows through a pack a day by the black lake. Captain of the charms club. Mister-plays-hooky once a month. The last thing a boy like Sirius needed was the daunting Remus Lupin. Perhaps that's what tempts him to take the first bite.