Moon and Starlight
AN: I wrote this a long time ago... and since I feel like continueing it, I decided to reread it. I did so very quickly, so seriously, sorry if there's still a lot of mistakes left--you know how we all used to think we were good at writing, until we got older and realised we really aren't ;) This is back from when I seriously sucked at writing. SO, warning, once more: Beware Of The Ugly Mistakes I Used To (and sometimes still) Make.
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Chapter one: Monster 1.
Saturday evening found a rather pissed off James Potter and an in-denial Sirius Black in the Gryffindor dorms' bathroom.
"What do you think you're doing?" James hissed angrily.
Sirius frowned and spit out some toothpaste.
"I thought I was brushing my teeth." He mumbled and put his toothbrush to his teeth again.
"Don't go smart on me! You know what I'm talking about!" James closed the bathroom door, so the other boys wouldn't be able to hear their conversation.
He wanted to keep this private. If his assumptions were right, it wouldn't be something the whole dorm needed to know.
"Honestly Prongs, I haven't got a clue." Sirius said in a grunt, trying to keep the toothpaste in his mouth.
Well, in fact, he knew perfectly well what James was talking about, but he wouldn't admit it. No. Let James wander alone in his distress for a while. It gave Sirius a better chance to brush his teeth, because really, James' timing wasn't at all that well. Disturbing Sirius during his important teeth-brushing ritual. Pff. Pure savages, those Potters.
"O please! Don't give me that shit," James cased a glance at the door, to make sure it was really closed. Then he spat out: "You have the hots for Moony!"
Sirius cupped some water with his hands, shaking his head like he always did, to get the water to reach every single spot in his mouth. So maybe it made him look like an idiot. At least he had clean teeth. He spit out the water and said nothing.
"Are you going to deny it?" James asked.
Sirius sighed and put his toothbrush away.
"Or are you gonna ignore me?" James sounded rather impatient.
"Prongs…" Sirius sighed deeply. He put his hands on his hips in a sophisticated, God-why-do-you-make-my-crushes-your-business way. Then he continued: "I don't know what to say, really…"
James frowned, deep in thought. He then leaned against the door. Calmly, yet matter-of-factly he said: "you could fight it. Either tell me it's not true, or tell me you are indeed in love with Moony."
Sirius paced the bathroom and gave James a little look. James might be his best friend, but Sirius had never been into the whole reading-each-other's-minds stuff like other best friends sometimes did. Yes, he could anticipate James' very reaction, and they did finish each other's sentences sometimes. That did not give Sirius the ability to read James' mind when it came to something big like this. Love, wasn't Sirius' area. Give him the simple things, and he'll manage. Love? No. He had no idea what James might do.
"Please, don't be mad James…" He started.
This let James know he had probably been right. But knowing it'd be better for both of then if Sirius said it out loud, he decided to give Sirius a little cheer-up-and-just-get-it-out speech. Those always did good: "Sirri, if you happen to be in love with one of our friends, you can just tell me. I wouldn't mind. And if you're afraid I'll tell him, or that I'll look at you differently, vain fears my friend. You know that won't ever happen!" He smiled and put a hand on Sirius' shoulder. "You're my best mate. If you love a guy, you love a guy. As long as you're happy; that's all that matter."
Sirius looked at him, he could see that James was being serious.
"Okay," he inhaled deeply. "James… I think I might be in love with Remus Lupin, known best to us as Messer Moony."
Silence. Infinite silence. Then…
"Does he know?"
Sirius released a breath he didn't know he was holding, and looked at James with that crooked smile of his. He leaned back against the sink.
"Well, we always say he's the smartest and stuff, but honestly…"
James started grinning.
"I'll take that as a 'no'."
"You do that, but now… I'm kind of tired; you think we can talk about this later?" Sirius stifled a yawn.
"Sure." James smile grew wider.
Sirius walked to the door, and before they left the bathroom, James hugged him tight.
"You'll be just fine." He said, and Sirius was just happy he understood.
"Well finally! We thought you were doing something against the law in there." Frank said cheerfully as they entered the bedroom.
(Something against the law being something against Hogwarts-law, which meant that Frank was insinuating that James and Sirius had been humping like bunnies in the bathroom.)
"Me and that thing," James exclaimed dramatically. "Never!"
Normally Sirius' remark would at least be as sassy as James', but he was distracted by a certain werewolf, who was not looking too happy, and was pretending to be reading a book. Sirius could tell Remus was pretending. When he was really reading, his eyes flicked over the pages with a steady pace. They had been focused on the same spot for some seconds now.
As Sirius stalked over to Remus' bed, Frank threw a pillow at James, who threw one back, aiming at Frank, but hitting Peter, who immediately threw one back at James, hitting Frank. And thus, the pillow fight began. At that point, everyone was involved, except for Remus and Sirius. Remus tended to close the curtains of his four-poster if he was reading and a fight like this began, and Remus, who wasn't one to let you down, closed his curtains. Sirius on the other hand, would usually be the most dangerous man with a pillow, but not this time. He made sure no one saw him (which wasn't hard, because everything and everyone was covered in white feathers, still hitting whatever they could hit) and slipped into Remus' bed.
"Hi." He said cheerfully.
He crossed his legs, and sat right in front of Remus. Remus didn't even as much as look at him, he just said, with a bitter tone in his voice: "hello."
Sirius frowned, but Remus' eyes were still fixed on the book. Sirius noted that it was a Shakespeare novel. Some writer from the seventeenth century, wasn't it? Sirius'd be damned if he cared.
"So… don't care to join them?" He tried to start a conversation.
It didn't work well.
"O please, don't be ridiculous, I'm reading, why would I want to be covered with feathers, if I can read."
The same bitter tone, Sirius was getting uncomfortable.
"Did I upset you?" Sirius easily questioned.
He wanted this out in the open. Remus placed his finger to mark a paragraph, and looked up. His eyes didn't meet Sirius' though. They were focussing on the curtains behind Sirius, which Sirius didn't like at all.
"What makes you think that?"
Sirius rolled his eyes, and Remus lifted a brow.
"Like you don't know that you're being a total arse." Sirius stated simply.
There was no reason to lie about it. They both knew Remus was being cross. And it wasn't even full moon yet. Remus' usually pale cheeks got a shade of pink.
"Well I'm sorry I can't be more like James." He hissed, clasping his book closed, not even glancing to remember what page he was at.
"What's that supposed to—O…" Sirius looked at Remus, who was staring madly at the cover of his book. "Oh please, me and Prongs?" Sirius just laughed, but Remus didn't really find it funny.
"Yeah, why is that so impossible?" Remus glared at him. "'Cause you're not queer?"
He popped in the second question to get out a reaction, but he failed. Sirius, sensing that there was still something off, merely stated: "'cause Prongs' madly in love with Evans, dummie," and poked Remus in his side. Remus didn't seem satisfied, he was still not looking at Sirius. "So why are you being a total arse?"
"None of your business." He said.
"Oh come on! Did someone do something wrong! 'Cause if they did, I'm afraid I'm gonna have to hit them!"
'Ha,' Remus thought. 'That'd be funny! You hitting yourself!' (We have to forgive our favourite werewolf here. He's just being a bit jealous.)
"So, you're gonna tell me or not?"
"Not." Remus said simply.
"Remus…" Sirius looked at him, hoping he'd look back. But he was to busy staring at his book. Sirius huffed. He hated when Remus chose to give books attention, and ignored Sirius. Really, books could hardly be that interesting. "I think you should tell me." Sirius said.
"I don't feel like telling you! Shouldn't you be having fun or something?" Remus gave a little wave with his hand.
He was getting slightly irritated. He couldn't possibly admit why he was being so pissed, so Sirius should just leave, and let him wallow in his own misery!
"This is fun." Sirius tried feebly.
"Ha! Yeah right, fighting with old, dull, boring Remus is always fun! How could I forget?" Remus mocked.
"Don't be that way." Sirius whispered, as the loud noises of banging pillows on empty heads stopped.
They heard mumbles and Peter was snoring loudly. The lights suddenly went out; nobody seemed to have noticed that Sirius wasn't in his bed.
Sirius put a charm on Remus' bed, so he was able to speak openly.
"I never said any of those things." Sirius said.
"You didn't have to! I just know!"
Sirius frowned, now thoroughly confused. What the hell was this? Remus happened to be one of his best friends. He wasn't dull or boring, or old for that matter. He was great and sweet and so bloody drop-death gorgeous!
"Well I think you don't 'cause that isn't how I feel!" Sirius stated.
'Oeps,' he immediately regretted it, as Remus raised an interested eyebrow. 'He's got you now.'
"How do you feel then?" Asked, fake-innocent.
"I…" Sirius burned up. How was he going to get himself out of this one? "Have to go."
Before Remus could even protest, Sirius had already gone.
He sighed deeply as soon as he set foot out of Gryffindor tower. That had been really close. He glanced around once, and decided to go outside, even though it was raining. There was a fierce wind, and Sirius shivered once. He wasn't even wearing a pyjama top. Stupid, stupid, stupid. He didn't really mind though, he'd always been quiet fond of the rain. Even if it tended to be cold and wet. He sighed again, and let the wind and rain cool his face, that had been hot, only minutes ago. It wasn't long before he heard noises behind him. Thinking it must be Remus, he didn't say anything, nor moved. Then a voice met him, and it wasn't Remus: "well, well, well, if it isn't my favourite cousin." Sirius spun round and found Lucius Malfoy staring at him.
"What do you want?" Sirius said bitterly.
He didn't like being around Lucius. Lucius was older, and even though Sirius hated to admit it, he was stronger. Sirius liked to be in control. Lucius, was one of those things that happened to be incontrollable.
"Well that's very simple Sirius," Lucius came closer, and Sirius backed away, until his back almost met with a tree. He had also always been sort of afraid of Lucius, because he knew that he meant trouble. He had always had a strange effect on people, men and women; they just went weak in his presence. It was no secret that Lucius had that same effect on Sirius' mother, but that didn't really make Sirius feel better. "I want you." Lucius ended in a whisper.
He roughly pushed Sirius against a tree, holding his body in check with his own, so Sirius wasn't able to move one inch.
"Lucius… don't." Sirius begged the older man.
"Don't what?"
Lucius grinned wickedly, and kissed Sirius' neck, leaving small marks with his teeth.
"Leave me…" Sirius tried to push Lucius away, but to no avail. Lucius' body was pressing against his own. Sirius tried to hit him, but Lucius caught his fist, and pinned it above Sirius' head.
"My, my, such temper you have young sir Black." Lucius laughed, and let one of his white fingers travel along Sirius' chest, circling around his navel, going up again.
Sirius didn't know what to do. He'd try to kick Lucius, but his legs were currently held tight by Lucius' and he didn't look like he was planning on moving them any time soon. Sirius made a go for it: he tried to hit Lucius with his left hand but Lucius caught Sirius' fist once more, and held it above his head, together with the other one. Lucius now held both of Sirius' hands, with one of his own, and Sirius lost all hope. Lucius looked at Sirius' face, he touched his cheek with a finger, slowly outlining Sirius' cheekbone.
"You look like your mother Sirius, and that's not bad, now is it?"
Sirius stayed still, anger boiling inside. Lucius moved his legs a bit, and pressed his knee into Sirius' groan, relieving a dissatisfying grunt.
"Don't." Sirius repeated.
Lucius ignored Sirius, and forced him to turn around. He pressed Sirius against the tree, and the hard wood prickled Sirius' chest. Sirius clamped his teeth together, trying to think of something to do. Anything really, to make him stop. He didn't like this… teasing. Or whatever it was. Because even if he was just teasing, trying to scare Sirius, Sirius could feel Lucius' hard-on, pressing against his thigh. And that could not be good. Lucius was now making purple marks on Sirius' back, and Sirius was back to pleading.
"Don't… just don't." But Lucius didn't listen.
Lucius' hands roamed down Sirius back, and he bit hard into the flesh again. Sirius groaned out in pain, but Lucius merely continued his way down. When he reached the fabric of Sirius' trouser, Sirius tried to struggle, but it only caused Lucius to viciously hit Sirius with his knee, hard, pushing him into the tree even more. As if all Sirius wanted to do was hug the wood senseless. Sirius cursed Lucius silently, now almost desperately looking around, trying to find any way out. Lucius' hand went under Sirius' trouser, and before he knew it they were resting against his ankles. 'Oh, oh,' this was really getting out of hand.
"Lucius, just stop it, I don't want…" he said, as he heard a 'cling' in the cold air, coming from Lucius, who was unbuckling his belt.
"I do not recall asking for your input," Hissed Lucius. "Just wait patiently it'll be over soon; I'll be quick." An evil grin appeared on Lucius' face, as he tightened his grip on Sirius' wrists.
"Don't…" Sirius began.
"Shush. Inhale." Lucius said.
Sirius wanted to cry, but did as he was told. He inhaled deeply and Lucius forced himself into him. Waves of pain racked through Sirius' body. God damn it, he just wanted it to be over soon. He let out a silent sob, pushing himself closer to the tree. Anything to get Lucius out of him. Lucius forced their hips together and Sirius focused on something else. Anything. He did not want to be here. Faster and faster Lucius moved, and it was making Sirius sick. He thought he was about to pass out. He didn't feel well. Lucius was still making marks, with his nails, mouth, whatever hurt most. But Lucius was true to his word: he soon climaxed, coming deep inside of him. He pulled out, pulled up his trousers, and kicked Sirius once, which was completely unnecessary; it wasn't like he was in any shape to move anyways. Sirius groaned and fell to the ground. He was cold, and the night air didn't feel as nice as it did before. He finally let himself cry freely, not caring who'd see. He was just a sad lump of flesh and trousers in the grass, sobbing.
Drops cooled Sirius' face, and he tried to think of something else. It was late—very late. He shouldn't still be outside, but he couldn't help it. He had never been in a situation like this, but he though it best to remain cool and unmoving. If only he could just… force it out of him. If only he could cry it all away, and then act like it never happened. That might undo it. He steadied his breathing, but continued crying. Soon, he told himself, 'I'll go back in, like nothing happened. And I'll be with my friend and I'll be okay and…-'
"Sirius?" The wind carried the soft voice over to Sirius.
'No! Not Moony!' Sirius begged to himself.
Moony couldn't see him, not now. His trousers were by his ankles, and he was naked, and crying and, 'No!' he could not have Remus see him right now.
But it was indeed Remus, in all his full glory, wearing a red sweater, with a white shirt underneath it, and blue jeans. He hadn't changed to his pj's yet.
Sirius' whole body was aching, he could barely move, let stand muster up the strength to pull his boxers and trousers up. He moaned, desperately yanking at his clothes, but they wouldn't budge. By the time Remus realised it was indeed Sirius, he'd only managed to pull them up his knees, and when Remus reached him, he lay there weak, and not able to move, his trousers still by his knees. 'Fine.' Remus had seen him naked before. Yet this was slightly more embarrassing.
"Sirius! What happened!" Remus sat down on his knees, leaning over Sirius' broken form.
"Nothin'." Sirius grunted, feeling ashamed.
He tried to move, and let out a heartbreaking sob.
"Don't lie to me Sirius," Remus whispered. He stayed still for a moment, and then helped Sirius sit up a bit. Sirius' head wobbled rather dangerously, and Remus kept him steady. He was really dizzy. "What happened?"
He glanced down at Sirius' naked body, and decided to pull up the boxers and trousers. Sirius grunted in pain.
"Sirius?" Remus helped him up.
"I'm… fine." Sirius mumbled.
Remus frowned, and took one of his arms, laying it around his shoulder. Sirius welcomed the comfortable feeling and rested his head against the shoulder, feeling as if he were about to fall down. Remus grasped him tightly around his waist, and feeling that he wasn't going to get an honest answer out of Sirius just yet, he moved towards the castle.
"Come on," Remus mumbled. "Let's get you to a bathroom."
Sirius didn't quite get what Remus was saying, but he trusted him, so he shuffled on. Remus carefully moved, and they made their way into the castle. Luckily they didn't cross any teachers, or Filch and his evil-minded cat. Remus decided it would be best to take Sirius to a bathroom near Gryffindor tower, so that they wouldn't wake anyone up. And he really wanted to know what had happened first. So, he went into the boys' bathroom close to the tower, and locked it, putting a charm on it.
He then turned to Sirius, who'd sunk to the floor. His eyes were closed, his head was leaning against the wall, and he looked like he was in a lot of pain. Remus walked over to him, and sat down.
"Sirius, look at me." He ordered.
He didn't really know what was wrong with him. For all Remus knew, Sirius had a concussion, and if that was so, he needed to stay awake and conscious. Otherwise he might get into a coma or something bad like that.
Sirius opened his eyes. They seemed foggy and distant.
"Where are you hurt?" Remus asked.
Sirius grunted.
"I'm… fine." He mumbled.
Remus frowned again. He was not in the mood for games—why wouldn't Sirius just tell him what had happened? Remus just wanted to help. He could be trusted! He would never let Sirius handle things like this on his own. He couldn't stand seeing him in such pain, but the fact that he was so reluctant to tell him when had happened, hurt Remus too.
"Sirius, stop lying. What happened?" He demanded.
"I just…" Sirius looked at Remus.
He seemed very stubborn and out-to-get-the-truth-like. Sirius really wanted to tell him, but he felt so ashamed. Tears started filling his eyes, and he tried to blink them away.
"Remus, you have to promise not to tell anyone." Sirius whispered.
"I promise." Remus laid a comforting arm around Sirius' shoulder.
"And… please… I…" Sirius stuttered. He avoided Remus' eyes. "I really… didn't want to." There was a heartbreaking sob.
Remus couldn't stand to see Sirius this way, and pulled the crying boy close to his chest. He really didn't care that his shirt was getting wet, as long as he could make Sirius feel better. Sirius continued sobbing.
"Sirius," Remus began. He knew it wasn't really the best time to ask, but he had to know. The vision of Lucius Malfoy, grinning at him as he walked out of the castle, was stuck in his head. "Did Lucius do this?" A louder sob. "Did he make you…" he didn't finish.
But Sirius didn't need a full sentence to know what Remus meant. He nodded and Remus' eyes widened. He called Lucius all sorts of nasty things inside his head. Anything that seemed fitting really, while Sirius continued sobbing. Then he whispered nice things in Sirius' ear, wanting him to get better. Eventually, Sirius managed to sit up again. Remus looked him in the eye, and whipped the tears away with a soft smile.
"It's okay, I'm here now," Sirius nodded, having complete faith in Remus. After all, they were best friends. Really, Remus cared for him, no matter what. Sirius might be proud, and an arse sometimes, but Remus still cared for him. He really did. "Now," Remus got up, lending Sirius a hand and an arm to get him up too. "Let's clean you up, shall we."
He led Sirius to the sink, and magiced up a soft washcloth. Then he reached around Sirius' body to make it wet, whilst stoking Sirius' back in a comforting manner.
Sirius looked at Remus' reflection in the mirror, he tried to smile, but he just couldn't manage.
"Sirius, I'm so sorry this happened to you." Remus said sadly. He started cleaning the wounds on Sirius' back.
There was some mud here and there, and even grass sticking to them, and every now and then a whimper escaped Sirius' lips. Remus carefully put some pressure on the bleeding ones, hoping none got infected. Sirius sobbed again, and Remus laid a hand on his shoulder.
"You'll be fine, I promise, you'll be just fine."
Sirius nodded, tears shone in his eyes, but not for long, he had always been tough. Remus took the cloth again, and continued washing Sirius' back, then…
"Sirius… I think…" Sirius looked up at Remus in the mirror; he was staring pensively at Sirius' back. "Well there's semen… I think…" he looked up and found that tears had filled Sirius' eyes again.
"Sirri… please… I didn't mean to hurt you… I…"
But Sirius shook his head.
"I'm sorry Remus… I don't mean to be a burden."
Remus carefully put his arms around Sirius' waist, who held on to them.
"Never Sirius… you'll never be a burden."
Sirius closed his eyes for a minute, held on to one of Remus' arms, and with his free hand, he slowly pulled down his trousers.
Remus sat down on bended knees, and started cleaning Sirius' backside. It didn't look that bad, not much blood, semen, and it was a little purple, but Remus was just happy that Sirius would be okay. Sirius still had one of Remus' hands in his own, not wanting to let go, but Remus didn't mind, he just ran water over the cloth, and continued the work.
('Don't focus on the fact that he's naked and right here. Do not think about his beautiful, well-toned body. Restrain the urge to run a finger down his buttocks. Heal him, make him better, do not fall in love with him. Just... don't. Even if you already are. Make him better, be here. Do not fall in love with him.')
"Well, that looks better," Remus said, after he was done. He got up and noticed Sirius was shivering. "O god! I feel like an idiot!" Remus pulled off his sweater and gave it to Sirius. "Put it on, I'm so sorry I didn't notice earlier."
"You can't be blamed," Sirius managed to smile a weak smile. "You were too busy staring at my arse."
Remus shook his head, Sirius pulled up his trousers, and they both noticed they were back to holding hands.
"Come on." Remus mumbled, but he didn't let go of Sirius' hand.
Being as quiet as possible, they walked up to Gryffindor tower, where Remus made sure Sirius was lying warm and comfortable under his sheets. As he was about to turn to his own bed, Sirius held his hand again, and whispered: "would you mind… staying… just for now?"
Remus smiled and climbed next to Sirius.
"I'm sorry Moony." Sirius whispered as Remus closed the curtains and put a charm on the bed.
"Don't be Sirius." Remus mumbled, distracted.
He was having some trouble with his shirt (he had been wearing one under his sweater). He had it planned out carefully: he'd easily take off the shirt, put on his pyjama's using lightning speed, without Sirius noticing, but that didn't really worked. He just couldn't stand the thought of Sirius seeing his scarred chest.
"Remus, what on earth are you doing?" Sirius had noticed Remus was fidgeting.
"Just… my shirt." Remus mumbled.
"Come here." Sirius carefully sat up straight, whilst Remus shuffled a little closer, and started to unbutton Remus' shirt.
"Sirius… you don't… it's…" but it was too late.
His shirt fell open and all Sirius could do was stare. He had known before that Remus hurt himself every month, but he never knew he'd keep the scars.
"Remus…" Sirius tried settling on a soft voice. He did his best not to think about his own pain for a second, and focused on Remus, who turned away in shame. "I didn't know…" at first, Sirius had planned on restraining but he really couldn't; he ran a finger over Remus' chest.
"I'm sorry." Sirius mumbled, but he didn't stop.
Remus looked at him, trying to read him, as he went over every single scar. He had to resist the urge to moan and kiss his lips—but he couldn't, not now. Sirius had just been terribly hurt, and no matter how much he looked like the happy, hyper Sirius, he wasn't. He was in pain.
"Sirius… please… you don't have to…" Sirius' hand was resting on Remus' chest as Remus took it in his own.
"Moony, it's okay." Sirius smiled.
Remus shook his head.
"It's horrible." He turned away again.
He didn't want this. He hadn't meant to make Sirius see. It was indeed horrible, so he thought. Now Sirius could actually feel them, those marks. Those horrid things, those where the one thing Remus hated more then what he was. And now Sirius knew. But he didn't react as Remus would've thought. He cupped Remus' face, and turned it, so he could see Remus' expression.
"They're part of you," Sirius caught Remus' eyes, and wouldn't let go, just like Remus wouldn't let go of Sirius' hand. "You're beautiful Remus, they can't change that, they're part of the beauty, they don't make you the beast."
Sirius almost drowned in Remus' amber eyes, which were filled with tears. Sad as he might be, he still nodded. He guided Sirius' hand back to his chest, where cold fingers went over still burning marks.
"I'm sorry Sirius." Remus whispered.
He was enjoying his touch, but not willing to admit it.
"Don't be… I mean… you're right! I'll be fine…" Sirius settled with the I-wanna-be-happy-so-I'm-pretending-to-be smile. "It's just that... school is ending, and or I go home… and that's not gonna be good, or I stay with Prongs, who's banging every girl he can." Sirius mumbled, still tracing patterns.
Remus felt even sorrier for Sirius. He had an evil-minded family, and as for James… he'd developed a new way of showing Lily he loved her: he had sex with all of her friend. Just a couple of days until the holidays began.
"You could come with me." Remus said, as if it just popped in his head.
Well he 'd actually been thinking about it for over a month now… not that he was going to let Sirius know that.
Sirius' hands stopped moving. He looked at Remus, overrun by the offer, but he knew that this was everything he had ever hoped for. Poor Remus actually thought that something was wrong.
"Sirius… I didn't…" but Sirius put his finger on Remus' lips and said: "that's great! I'd really love to!"
Sirius' eyes lit, and they showed a silver kind of blue.
"You're sure? I mean, if you don't want to, you don't have to." Remus said.
"No! I really, really, really, really want to." Sirius smiled, the same blue-ish glitter in his eyes.
There was a silence moment, where they were just looking at each other, and both about to say something when... Sirius yawned.
"You should get some sleep." Remus laughed.
Sirius nodded in agreement, and as he lay back, he pulled Remus down with him.
"Sirri, I still have to change." Remus protested.
"You're fine this way." Sirius said, put his arms around Remus' waist, and pulled him closer.
"Good night Moony." He mumbled.
Remus smiled.
"Good night Padfoot." Remus put an arm behind his head.
Soon Sirius laid his head in the crock of Remus' neck—sleeping, of course!—and Remus softly patted his back, until they both fell asleep.
There was a silent sob, then nothing. Remus opened his eyes, something was wrong—Sirius wasn't in bed with him anymore. He opened the curtains of the four-poster, and saw light coming from the space underneath the bathroom door. Everyone else was still asleep. With Peter snoring, no one had noticed Sirius, but Remus had felt something wasn't okay. He got out of bed, opened the door, locked it behind him, and found Sirius, hanging over the toilet. He ran to him immediately, and started petting his back.
"Sirius… you okay?"
Sirius nodded, but it was obviously that he had cried, and vomited.
"You should've waked me." Remus said, and unrolled some toilet paper, to wipe away Sirius' tears.
"I didn't mean to… it just happened, and I don't want to be a burden." Sirius had already said that, but it was clearly bugging him.
Remus helped Sirius get to the sink, where he wiped his mouth with a washcloth.
"We've already been through that Sirius, and of course you didn't mean to! Who would ever want to spit out everything that's inside?"
"People that wanna be slim." Sirius started washing his entire face.
Remus ignored the silly comment, petting his back lightly.
"You're okay? Ready to sleep?" He asked when Sirius straightened his back again.
Sirius nodded, and as he went back to bed, Remus dimmed the light, and lay next to him, they held hands again, and soon Sirius was curled up next to Remus.
AN: so this is part one. I already wrote until chapter three, I think. So, if you think it has potential, let me know, and I'll reread the rest (reread it good!) and put it up. And then if you people really like it: I'll even start writing chapter four :o (OMG! Yeah, we have normal Crazy4Moony back, not the freak that thought she was Crazy4Moony and then suddenly grew up!) So... long story short: want me to continue: Review. Otherwise I won't.