A/N: Frank Sinatra does this to me. Drabbles, drabbles, drabbles... Had to take a break from all the smut I've been writing the past few days. Hrr.

Beta: No. Possible mistakes are mine.

"Bored."

No response.

Boredom.

It was such a terrible thing. He felt it; it bounded against his occiput so grievously that he reckoned his skull was going to fracture.

He had to do something about it.

Sirius swung his legs to the floor and sat up on the couch. He took a glance at the dormitory stairs. "Is he still napping?"

"Obviously, for I don't see him here."

"I'm going in," Sirius announced suddenly and got up.

Potter perked up from his magazine, "He told us not to disturb him."

"For your information, I never disturb anyone."

Sirius skipped the stairs up, silently opened the heavy door and entered the dim room.

If he didn't already know where the right bed was, he could've found it by listening the slight mutter coming from its direction.

He tiptoed quietly across the room, and like many times before he thanked the thick carpet for muting any sounds his movements might have made.

Sirius opened the bed hangings slowly and saw the sleeping werewolf. He smiled, and kneeled on the bed.

"Remmie?" He whispered to Remus and when there was no reaction, he softly poked the boy on the forehead. "Remmie?"

Remus mumbled, "Mhhmp, no... I... want to sleep..."

Sirius pouted. "I'm bored, Remmie."

Remus peeked under the blanket and groaned, "You're bored half the time. Uh... What can I do to help you?"

"Let's do something."

"Go talk to James."

"No," Sirius muttered and stole Remus' pillow under his head. He hugged it. "I want to do something with you."

Remus rested his head against the mattress and closed his eyes. "You know the full moon was just, Sirius. I'm tired. I need to rest."

"Let's do that, then," Sirius said and stretched himself on the bed so he was facing Remus' feet.

"And that's not boring?" Remus chuckled tiredly. "Resting here with me?"

Sirius mulled it over and said, "Well no. And besides, if I fall asleep, then I can't be bored. Cool socks, Remmie."

"Thank you," Remus yawned and adjusted the blanket over Sirius' long legs. "If you wanted to sleep, you could've done it by yourself. You don't need me to sleep."

"No I don't," Sirius stared at Remus' feet and muttered, "But it's better this way."

Remus peered tiredly at him, "Can I have my pillow back now?"

"No," Sirius murmured against the soft fabric. "I sleep with this. Take mine if you want one."

Sirius yanked the wand from his back pocket and flicked it lazily towards his own bed between the open curtains. "Accio pillow."

Remus placed the pillow under his head and sighed. They lied quietly for a moment.

"My every muscle is sore to the bone."

"You could go back to the hospital wing. Poppy could give you medication."

Remus unconsciously inhaled the scent of Sirius from the pillow. "Nah, I'm just tired."

Sirius smiled at the socks, "Glad you're okay, Remmie."

And the truth?

Lying there with Sirius... Remus already felt much better.