I was on the bed with Hogwarts: A History on my lap, which was not an unusual occurence. One leg was being used to prop up the book, and the other was straight out, taking up a bit more room on the bed than a normal fourth-year bloke's leg tends to do. It wasn't that nice being taller than people, they noticed me much more easily.
"Moony...?" Sirius said, and I felt his head move to look up at me.
His head was, quite unfortunately, settled rather decidedly on my upper thigh. The one without the book on it, of course, but it was still not an ideal arrangement, considering that I would rather focus my attention on my reading, rather than on the mass of shaggy black hair practically on my lap.
I ignored him, as was also not an unusual occurence.
"Moony..." he whined petulantly.
"Yes, my dearest darling Sirius?" I replied, fighting with what little self-control I had to keep my eyes resolutely on my book.
"We ought to make a map... one of Hogwarts, like. With moving people and Filch and Snivellus, so we can see where everyone is..."
His voice was wandering, and I could tell he was idly considering the idea, but was too sleepy to really care much. I could understand that; James and Pete were already asleep, and I was reading by wandlight. Whenever I had something I desperately wanted to complete before the morning, Sirius usually decided he could be helpful by "keeping me awake." Generally, that meant being annoying as he could manage before I snapped at him.
I ignored him again, trying to find where I had left off. My eyes had been focused on a certain square centimeter of the book, not moving, for ten seconds before I realized I was focusing on Sirius's silence instead of the text.
"Moooooooony," he finally broke the silence with, accompanied with a rather large yawn.
"What?" was my monosyllabic reply.
"D'you think we could do it? The map, I mean?"
He yawned again and I supposed if I ignored him he'd eventually fall asleep.
It was an effective tactic.
However, now I had the blasted problem of a sleeping, slightly snoring, entirelyadorable Sirius on my leg. This wasn't one I had dealt with before; most of the time, Sirius had the decency to get off of my bed before falling asleep. I pondered the situation for a few moments, before setting Hogwarts: A History down on my bedstand. I tapped Sirius on his forehead.
"Mmrgh," he enunciated, which, I will admit, was more of a response than I expected.
"You going back to your bunk?"
"No... too tired... no walking..." he mumbled, eyes still shut.
"Come on, Pads," I said, allowing my tone to bely the amount of pissiness I was experiencing, given that he wasn't listening anyways.
I sat where I was for a few seconds before deciding it was rather uncomfortable leaning over Sirius. I grabbed Sirius by his armpits and pulled him up next to me, him being rather unhelpful in the matter. After all, if he insisted on remaining in my bed, it wouldn't be ideal for him to spend the entire night using my thigh as a pillow.
"What'chu do that for? Was comfy," he said, or at least, that's what I think he meant. Sirius certainly wasn't very easy to wake up.
I ignored him, instead focusing on the fact that Sirius was laying next to me; one of my arms over his shoulder, my hand in his armpit, and his head on my chest. I shut up the rapid fluttering in my chest and stomach by trying to extract my arm from the dangerous situation, hoping to scoot away in the process.
Given the fact that I had been under the impression that Sirius was still almost asleep, I was quite surprised when, as I tried to remove my arm from around his shoulder, his hand kept it from leaving. I... well, I supposed it wouldn't make much sense to wrestle my hand away from him when he was set on being cuddly, was there? Not that he was cuddly very often; I usually found a way to gingerly remove myself from his vincinity. It was easier than ignoring the shaky nerves and quickened heartbeat I generally experienced in situations such as this.
My (embarassingly soft) hand was in his (roughly callused) hand, my arm was around his shoulder, and his head was nestled somewhere between my chest and my arm. It was comfortable, in an oddly on-edge sort of way. I spent a few moments contemplating how I was going to get out of the position previously stated.
Well, I didn't need to, did I? He was too asleep to notice. Even if I moved away, we'd probably wake up in a cuddly position, and I supposed this would be better than spooning. Might as well leave it be, and just try to ignore... it. I picked up my still-glowing wand with my free arm, muttering nox, setting it on my bedstand as well.
Deciding to stay where I was sounded wonderful in my head, but a few minutes later, when I found myself still unable to focus my mind on anything besides how blasted heavy his head felt on my chest, and the way I could feel the warmth from his breath, and-had his hand on mine always felt this electric and tingly and warm? He was asleep, and I felt oddly voyeuristic, enjoying him like this.
It didn't matter, however, because I decided that this was the closest to perfect I'd ever feel.