4:30am. 4:30am in the bloody morning. My shoulder still hurt from where my wad had violently prodded it awake, as I had charmed it to do. Sighing, I opened my eyes and kissed the back of the head in front of my face, the short mousy brown hair tickling my nose. I pulled my arms away from his body and slowly edged my way out of his bed, through the thick velvet curtains and into the adjacent curtain-covered bed.
This was my bed, and crept into it just as quietly as I had left his, so as to wake no one up in the dormitory. I succeeded! I lay down, and tried to get back to sleep, but it was a lot harder without Remus in my arms.
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Bright light. Everywhere.
"SIRIUS!" I could hear James roaring, who was leaping onto my bed, and crushing me with his big boulder of a body. "IT'S SATURDAY!" He grabbed me by the shoulders and shook me back and forth, not noticing, or ignoring, my cries of pain from my shoulder.
"Well done, brother," When he let go of me, I clapped him on the back with the hand that he wasn't sitting on. "I'm glad that you can finally count the days of the week."
"But do you know what this means? Do you know what this means?" He was like an excitable puppy, but much much worse.
"You'd better tell us what it means then James, before we all die of suspense." Remus said, smiling his sexy smile as he emerged from his bed curtains.
"NO SCHOOL!" he starting bounding around the small room and on the beds like a crazy person, but at least he wasn't squishing the right part of my body.
"He'll end up waking the whole school at this rate." Remus quietly said in my ear, sitting down at the edge of my bed. He was staring at James glassily, I think to not look at me. My pyjamas don't include a shirt, and I knew he always found my chest slightly … attractive.
"He's already woken the whole school up, Remus." I was going to say. What I actually said was "He's already woken the whole AYEEEEEEE!" because James had been jumping from bed to bed and chose this time to jump on mine and landed on my dead hand from earlier. I could see and hear Remus snickering beside me.
"No he hasn't'," he stuttered through laughs. He pointed to Peters bed, where the curtains were wide open and the dishevelled sheets and covers were everywhere, like a laundry explosion. Peter's arm was cradling his head and his arse was sky-high. Quiet snoring could be heard over James' … silence? James had stopped and was creeping up to Peter's bed, andddddd …
An ungodly like screech echoed around the room as James pounced on Peter. "GET UP GET UP GET UP GET UP!" James was crying, over and over again. It was quite entertaining, actually.
I started to get up out of bed to get changed, but Remus grabbed my wrist, temporarily trapping me. "I'd hurry up and put that shirt on if I were you, because if I know me, and I think I do pretty well by now, I might be forced to pull you back onto this bed in front of James and Peter …" he winked, before smiling sweetly and heading back to his own bed and trunk.
Damn that boy.