Disclaimer: I own all things Harry Potter. JK...Rowling does, actually. Not her.
Warning: Slashy, but not explicit.
Written quickly. Reviews greatly appreciated
"Moony!"
"Mfgph..." was all Remus could manage.
"Oh Moooony!" He cooed softly.
Remus rolled over to look at Sirius. Those silver eyes gazed into Remus' sleepy amber ones, and he gave a small smile.
"Padfoot," He began. "I'm tired."
"You should be." smirked Sirius.
"Indeed. Now what do you want?"
"Oh, nothing" Sirius sighed and got out of bed. Looking around, Remus noticed that James and Peter were nowhere to be found. He sat up to look out the window, and realised that, to his horror, it was already mid-morning. He looked back at Sirius, who was now dressed. "Just thought you would want to know that we have charms in ten minutes."
Remus jumped up, dressed, and flew out the door after Sirius.
Lips pressed briefly to his own.
Remus smiled and opened his eyes to see Sirius leaning over him.
"Well, good morning, my sleepy little werewolf!"
Remus stretched and sat up. He was in Sirius' old room. The faded muggle girls stared at him as he adjusted his eyes. It took a moment to remember how he got here, then it all came back. Sneaking out of his room, running into Molly in the hall, using the bathroom excuse, finally making it to Sirius' room, and plenty of enjoyable, yet unmentionable things that followed. His smile widened.
"Dumbledore's here." Sirius' voice brought Remus back to the present. "He wants to talk to us in the kitchen."
Remus dressed and headed downstairs to see his former headmaster.
"Remus, wake up!"
Remus remained asleep.
"Remus, sweetie, it's time to get up!"
Remus slowly opened his eyes. Tonks smiled at her partially awake husband. He didn't smile back.
"Moody just flooed. We have to leave to get Harry in bit."
"Oh. alright, then."
Tonks smiled and left him to get dressed. Remus rolled over and sighed.
It just wasn't the same.
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