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"I don't need to!"
"Padfoot, you're bleeding through your pants!"
"I don't
want to!"
"Padfoot, please!"
"No! I won't!" the long-haired boy collapsed into a chair, crossing his arms in a very childlike and un-Sirius way.
"If you don't cut it out, I'm carrying you to the hospital wing," the glasses-wearing boy frowned at his friend.
"Neither of you could carry me," the boy scoffed.
"Fine, fine," the glasses-wearer shrugged, but as he passed his sandy-haired friend he muttered,
"Work him down for me, Moony,"
"I heard that!" Padfoot yelled. Prongs shrugged and walked up to the dorms.
"We just want to help, Padfoot, honest," Moony told him, sitting in a chair across from him.
"No! If you take me to the hospital wing…bad stuff will happen," Padfoot exclaimed.
"They never ask too much questions, just say you cut it on…on a tree branch!"
"On a tree branch?" Padfoot echoed.
"Why not?" Moony shrugged.
"It's…not that…" Padfoot's voice lowered itself down quite a bit.
"What is it, then?" Moony copied his volume adjustment.
"They'll rub that burning stuff on it…it burns really bad, Moony…and I don't want to go through that! I don't trust them to know when to stop…" Padfoot admitted.
"I see…" Moony put his elbows on his knees and cradled his chin in one hand.
"There! Happy? I'm going to bed!" Padfoot announced, springing up and then collapsing back down, wincing in pain. "I'd prefer to sleep here tonight, I suppose," he muttered, sounding deflated.
"Would you trust me?" Moony asked.
"What do you mean?" Padfoot asked, raising one eyebrow.
"Well, I know how to do it…I could do it for you. I'll be gentler than them, and if it hurts too much, I'll stop, okay?" Moony's voice was low and gentle.
"Will you really?" Padfoot queried.
"I promise," Moony assured him.
"Okay…" Padfoot sighed, and Moony stood up, took out a potion from a cabinet by the fire, and brought it over. Padfoot placed his foot on the footstool and let Moony roll up his pant leg, not surprised at Moony's gasp. The gash in question was about the size of a house-elf's eyeball, and seemed quite deep. Blood was rolling down the boy's leg.
"You were really going to let this be?" Moony asked in disbelief.
"Stop criticizing, just get it over with," Padfoot whimpered, looking away and squeezing his eyes closed.
"Okay, get ready," Moony warned him as he poured the potion onto a cloth and began rubbing the wound with it. He heard Padfoot's soft whimpering, and slipped his hand into his as a way of comfort.
"Moony…ah…are you almost done?" Padfoot asked.
"Getting there, only a second or two more and I can heal what's left with my wand," Moony promised. Padfoot dug his teeth into his lip and when Moony was finally done, panted for a second or two.
"It's healed, mate, sorry about all the pain," Moony told him.
"Thanks…" Padfoot sighed. Moony sat down in the chair opposite him and had begun reading when he felt something warm, soft, and slightly wet press against his cheek. Closing one eye instinctively, he flushed when he realized the object pressing against him was Sirius's lips.
"Thanks, love," Sirius winked at him as he walked off to bed.
"If that's my reward, maybe I should hurt you more often," Moony mused.
