I take a wet flannel and rub the eyeliner from round my eyes. Slowly the sexy man reflected in the mirror is turning back into the plain boy he used to be. Me. "There's no glitter to hide behind now, Remus," I murmur.

Dreams are all I have, Remus-love.

Sirius.

The train door shuts. "Oh God, the bloody doors have shut!"
"It's alright," says Sirius calmly.
The train starts to move slowly off.
"It's going!" I cry.
"Yes," says Sirius, gently pushing me up against one of the huge brick pillars on the platform and kissing me hotly, his tongue doing wicked things in my mouth.
And as usual I don't resist.
Nor do I resist when Sirius takes my hand and leads me out into the muggle car park, and towards a huge black motorbike. "I had to spend some of my money," he explains.
"We'll never get to Hogwarts on a motorbike, Sirius," I say, wondering if Sirius might be kidnapping me. "You don't even know where the castle is…"
All the same, I climb up behind Sirius and wrap my arms round him. "Do you like it?" asks Sirius, as we turn off a minor street and ride down a deserted alley."
"It'd alright," I answer dubiously.
"Maybe you'll like it better now!" The motorbike's engine growls loudly and a second later takes off into the air.
"IT FLIES!" I shout, shutting my eyes tightly and trying not to be afraid.
"YES!" laughs Sirius. "You didn't think I'd buy an ordinary motorbike, did you?"