"Selfish bitch!" Sirius yelled.
"Says you, you arrogant twat!"
Sirius' dark eyes regarded Gillian with something of amusement. She knew she looked terrible. She had been ill for the past three days with the most awful cold. Her hair was in a messy ponytail atop her head and she knew less then a third was actually still in the bobble. Her nose was a great shade of red and she had huge bags under her eyes. It was at that moment she started coughing uncontrollably.
"I'm going back to bed." She muttered. "So if you don't mind."
Sirius grinned at her, stupid idiot thinking he can get away with it by just using that grin. She began crawling into bed, pulling the duvet around her.
"I do love it when we have a tiff."
She turned to look at him. "So you planned to annoy me just so I'd yell at you?"
"Well not entirely. I do think you're being selfish by not letting me in the same bed as you."
She groaned, she really had no energy to fight. "Well if you think you're above catching what seems to be the plague, hop in."
Sirius did just that and Gillian turned her back so she wasn't facing him.
"Aww, Gill, you're no fair." He whined like a child, trying to snake his arms around her.
"Arrogant twat." She mumbled as she succumbed to his touch, falling back into his chest.
"What was that?" Sirius asked, the laughter evident in his voice.
"Nothing dear. Now let me sleep!" Gillian closed her eyes, and soon she was lulled into sleep by Sirius' heartbeat. He really was hard work sometimes.