A/N: I'M BACK. There'll probably be longer gaps between uploads in future; I'm only halfway through chapter 4 atm. There is a little bit of actual slash in this chapter, both as far as emotions go, and physically. ALL IN THE NAME OF FAN SERVICE :D
I was really nervous about posting this story, since it's been so long since I seriously dedicated myself to writing anything at all, and I was worried I'd been forgotten entirely. I saw a good few familiar faces in last chapter's reviews and favs though, which brings a huge smile to my face. Thank you so much for sticking with me through what's definitely been the most horrible year of my life. You have no idea how much this story getting a good reception means to me. I love you all.
Warning: Swearing, sexual references, faux-homosexuality, lots of homophobia and alarmed expressions.
Disclaimer: I still don't own it. -sad face-
30 Days
2 - The First Day
We kill the lights and put on a show
It's all a lie, but you'd never know
This star will shine, and then it will fall
And you will forget it all.
Kill The Lights - The Birthday Massacre
"Sirius?"
"Yes, Moony?"
"Your hand is on my arse."
"Oh." Sirius removed it.
"So last night really happened?" Remus asked, sitting up and stretching, tawny hair sticking up in all different directions.
"Sure did. Are you keen?" Sirius said, sitting up too and running his hand through his long black curls.
"I...." Remus paused to think. The words of the Ravenclaw boys came back to him and he frowned. "Sure. Why not. Teach those fuckers a lesson."
"You're in?" Sirius grinned, and Remus nodded. "Oh, Moony!" He cried, throwing his arms around his friend for sheer joy and toppling the two of them out of the bed and onto the floor, by the mildly confused feet of James Potter.
"Ah, morning James." Sirius said sheepishly, easily tacking a slightly frightened look onto his face. "How's it going?"
"Alright." Said James warily, taking a step back to allow a genuinely mortified Remus to detangle himself from Sirius' limbs. "Why were you in Remus' bed? I didn't hear you get up."
"Ah. Well. That's because I didn't." Sirius said as he stood, eyes flicking to Remus's face. He looked nervous, but didn't look like he wanted to back out.
"It's okay Sirius." He said quietly, as their eyes locked, and Sirius gained heart. He was going along with it! "We agreed it was time to start telling people." He reached out hesitantly and touched Sirius' hand for a second, and the animagus grinned.
"Right. I've clearly missed something big." James said, eyeing his two friends worriedly. "You're not getting married, are you?"
"Not exactly..." Sirius said, and Remus chuckled at the irony. "But... well... we are a couple." He blurted it quietly to his knees, in an entirely unSiriusish gesture.
"You what?" James said, not getting it in the slightest.
"We're together." Remus said in a strong, but shaking voice, sliding over to Sirius and wrapping a hand around his knee, which seemed like the most innocuously romantic place to touch him, though he wasn't really sure. "In a dating way."
"My ears must not be working." James said, practically falling backwards to sit on his bed. "Because you're making absoulutely no sense."
"James..." Sirius said softly. "We don't expect you to understand right away, we just... felt you should be the first to know. We've been a couple for two months now. We felt it was time to come out."
"Has it been two months?" Remus raised an eyebrow at Sirius, who grinned sheepishly.
"Two and a week." He smiled, and added; "Though, it feels like I've loved you forever."
"I need a very strong drink." James announced, dazed. "This isn't real."
"James..." Sirius said concernedly, looking his friend in the eye. "I'm sorry. I know it's hard to find out - I just about exploded when I figured out how I felt. We don't expect you to be okay with it right away, we just decided it was time to go public, and we wanted you to know first."
"I think I should be more surprised than I am." James said, after a brief, thoughtful silence.
"What do you mean?" Remus asked, hand still feeling odd on Sirius's knee. Sirius covered it with his own hand, and stroked the back lightly with his thumb, as though this were the kind of thing he did every day.
"Well, you two have always been close as hell. I suppose, if it was gonna be anyone I knew, it'd be you two." James said, the shock slowly seeping from his voice. "Jesus, but you're serious?"
"I... Yeah." Remus said, momentarily shaken by the thought that James had considered this possibility before.
"This is fucked up."
"You don't know the half of it." Sirius grinned, slipping his other hand under Remus', so that it was cupped by both of his rough palms, and tracing his hand idly with his fingers as if it were the most normal thing in the world.
"Right. Okay. I'm fine with this. Just don't go shagging next to me while I'm trying to sleep." James said, rubbing his face, then paused and glanced at Sirius, who was looking distinctly uncomfortable. "You haven't."
"Well-" Sirius started, but was interrupted by a loud noise of disgust from James.
"NEVER SLEEPING AGAIN." He yelled, springing up from his seat and heading for the bathroom, where Peter was brushing his teeth, oblivious to the big news he had just missed.
"Sirius!" Remus hissed quietly, snatching his hand back as soon as the door had slammed shut. "So now we've had sex?"
"Look, James knows me." Sirius whisper-sighed. "He knows what I'm like. You've never been around when I'm chatting up a bird, he wouldn't believe me if I said we hadn't had sex. Besides, we're two young males in close quarters, who've been very close for a long time. These things happen."
"Yeah, but you didn't have to admit it!" Remus hissed back.
"I didn't!" Sirius forgot to whisper, but it was covered by the bathroom door opening, and Remus, in a desperate coverup, flinging his arms around Sirius' waist and resting his head lightly on his friend's shoulder. Peter peeped out the door, James next to them.
"So it's true?" Peter asked quietly. Sirius nodded.
"Yeah. We're together." Remus smiled.
"About time." Peter rolled his eyes, heading over to his bed.
"About what?" Sirius asked, snaking an arm around Remus's waist and adjusting how they were sitting slightly, to make it more comfortable.
Peter snorted. "Come on. You two have been pining after each other since second year. Just because the rest of you are too daft to notice things doesn't mean nobody's paying attention." He said, to the blank, astonished looks on his friends faces.
"You knew that long ago?" James asked, blindsided by this whole morning.
"Well. I had my hunches. By sixth year and that whole thing with Snape, I was completely sure. The way you just forgave Sirius... Honestly, I thought you had figured it out by then."
Sirius shook his head. "I only realised about three months ago. I tried to deny it to myself, but it was no good. We got together just after that night we turned all the Slytherin ties purple and pink."
"I knew back then." Remus cut in. "I just never said anything. I know the way people talk about me. I don't like drawing more attention to myself."
"You knew that long ago?" Sirius asked, and Remus nodded. "Boy. I feel slow." Remus laughed softly and, in a moment of daring, placed the smallest of pecks on his jawbone. Sirius grinned, glad Remus had warmed to the idea so fast.
"I figured it out when realised I just couldn't be mad about the whole Snape thing. I tried to be pissed at how badly you screwed up, but I just couldn't." This was true. "I realised that it could only be because I love you." This was not. Not in a romantic sense, anyway.
"Yick. As touching as this is, I'm going to have breakfast. You two can... canoodle or whatever it is you do in private."
Peter nodded in agreement. "Saturday breakfast is always the best though, don't be long."
"We won't." Sirius said decisively. "We're coming public today, we just wanted you guys to know first."
"Thanks for telling me." James sighed, before he shut the door. "Sorry if I'm weird, it's just.... a lot."
Remus nodded. "It's fine." He smiled, and the door shut with a click.
"Well, that went better than I expected." Sirius grinned, as they returned their arms to their own posession.
"Better?" Remus raised an eyebrow.
"Well, you know what James is like. I believe 'quick to anger' is the phrase." Sirius sighed.
"Peter was weird though." Remus sighed, standing up and heading for his clothes.
"Peter was really fucking weird. Sometimes it creeps me out how much he perceives about people." Sirius agreed, walking over to his own bed and stretching.
"Yeah." Remus took off his nightshirt, finding a clean brown jumper and blue shirt which he slid into carelessly. "He sees things most people don't."
"He took it a lot better than James though. No swearing or screaming from either of them. No suspicion. And convincing them we're genuine was the hardest part, because they know us best." Sirius changed quickly into a leather jacket, white t-shirt, and tight jeans that flared fashionably at the bottoms. "The rest of the school will be cake at this rate."
"I suppose." Remus sighed, doing up the fly of his khakis and slipping on socks. "What're we going to do though, make a public announcement?"
"If we have to." Sirius shrugged, zipping up black boots. "I figured we'd just hold hands and snuggle all through breakfast, let people come to their own conclusions. We might end up having to snog though."
"Eep." Remus's face coloured, and he sat down on his bed to lace up his school shoes.
"What?" Sirius looked over at him. "It's just kissing. Nothing ne-oh. You've never kissed anyone, have you?"
Remus rubbed his burning face, and glared at Sirius. "Not as though I do a lot of dating. I haven't had the chance."
"Seriously? Even with Carol throwing herself at you?" Sirius looked gobsmacked, as though the mere thought of getting to 17 without ever being snogged was the worst hell he could imagine.
"Seriously. I don't mind, I figured we'd probably have to eventually. It's just... daunting." He admitted, flopping backward onto his bed.
"Fair enough." Sirius nodded. "My first kiss I was so nervous I almost missed the bird's mouth. It's not too bad though, and it gets less weird after the first time."
"So... what do we do if we do end up having to snog? I mean, we have to act like we do this every day."
"We could practice?" Sirius suggested lightheartedly, fixing his hair in the mirror, and Remus glared at him.
"Seriously. Do we just... go for it and hope for the best?"
"Seriously. We could practice. Actors do, when they have kissing scenes in movies and stuff." Sirius turned to look at Remus, one eyebrow raised.
Remus didn't know what to say to that, so he didn't say anything. Sirius, sensing his turmoil, put down the mirror and went to sit by his friend. "Look, Remus... if this is too much, we don't have to. We can call the prank off any time you want. It's a pretty stupid idea anyway."
"No." Remus said firmly. "It's fine. I'm not gonna chicken out. It's just..."
"Weird?" Sirius offered.
"Extremely." Remus grinned, and the tension that had wormed it's way into their easy friendship since the previous morning evaporated, and they were grinning like nothing had changed. Sirius put his hand on Remus's cheek, stroking the stubbly skin there with the pad of his thumb. Remus swallowed nervously, and slowly, their lips met.
It was nervous, slightly shaky, and certainly not the nicest of kisses, due to one participant's inexperience, and the hesitance of both to take things any further. They simply held their lips together for a few seconds, before parting, laughing nervously.
"See? No big deal." Sirius laughed, voice shaking slightly.
"Yeah." Remus said hoarsely, wiping his mouth.
"'Course it'd have to be a bit... more, if we had an audience. Y'know. But I think that's the essentials covered." Sirius grinned. "So. Our public awaits."
"Sure does." Remus sighed, heaving himself to his feet, and following Sirius out of their dorm. Halfway down the stairs, Sirius reached out and laced their fingers together.
"This is it." He beamed. "Time to show those arseholes."
"Yeah." Remus smiled back, but what exactly they were supposed to be showing them seemed to be becoming less and less clear.
They descended the rest of the stairs together in tense silence, not pausing when they reached the common room. Sirius inhaled deeply, but they kept moving, crossing the common room firmly. The few morning occupants had fallen completely silent when they realised what they were seeing, and it was hard to ignore such a stunned, judgmental silence. They escaped quickly though, and stopped just outside the Fat Lady, Remus dropping Sirius' hand.
"I can't do this. I changed my mind. God, this is so stupid." He said, head in his hands. Sirius realised what Remus did not; that the Fat Lady was listening intently, and if she overheard or oversaw, the news would be all over the castle so fast they wouldn't even have to do a thing. The trick was making sure Remus didn't mention WHAT it was he couldn't do.
"Just relax." Sirius rubbed Remus' arms gently. "Once today is over, things will get easier. It's just telling people that's going to be really tough."
"But - shit, your brother! Regulus is down there. What if your family come after you?" Sirius had thought of this. Remus, clearly, had not until now.
"Then they come after me. There's nothing more they can do, I've been disowned. The only thing of theirs I've still got is the stupid name."
"But... I remember how bad it was when you were younger. I don't want to make things worse for you over some stupid little scheme."
"Hey." Sirius said softly, pulling Remus gently closer and leaning down to press their foreheads and the tips of their noses together. "It's going to be okay. We can deal with whatever happens together. We started this, we're going to finish it. The Marauder Way."
"The Marauder Way." Remus agreed, smiling, and Sirius decided on a whim to finish what he had started upstairs. If they were going to end up kissing downstairs, they would have to know they were actually able to go through with it. Shutting his eyes, he lowered his lips the few centimeters to Remus', kissing him properly this time. Remus yelped slightly in surprise, then went along with it, kissing back surprisingly well for someone with no experience whatsoever. Sirius slid his arms around Remus's waist, heart thumping with the strangeness of it all. Remus draped his arms around Sirius's neck, since that seemed to be what he was supposed to do with them, feeling the exact same strange way. They parted after a minute, both panting slightly with lack of oxygen.
"Right." Sirius said raggedly, then grinned. "Now we're ready for anything."
"Yeah..." Remus smiled back timidly, and took Sirius' hand. As they walked past, both slightly out of breath, Sirius winked at the Fat Lady, who was already bustling off to visit her friend Violet, at which point the two would undoubtedly make the best effort they could to inform every single painting and person in the school that Sirius Black and Remus Lupin were an item. The word that Sirius didn't predict they would add onto the end of their report was 'Finally.'
000
By the time Sirius and Remus had reached the Great Hall, there were already a few curious faces awaiting their arrival, and even the Headmaster seemed to be twinkling more than usual. Hands still tightly linked, they took their usual seats opposite James and Peter, and started to eat, ignoring the curious gazes that dogged their every movement. As the hall filled, the uncomfortable, whisper-filled silence grew, until if Remus shrank down any further he would actually be under the table, and Sirius looked so annoyed he might actually explode.
"Oh, for fuck's sakes." He snapped, when it had reached a point of plain ridiculousness. "Yes, we're together. Stop fucking staring!" He grabbed Remus around the shoulders and pulled their faces together, kissing him firmly for a mere couple of seconds before they parted, so Sirius could glare daringly at the whole school, and Remus could wish he would just melt into the chair.
And then, a clap.
It started with Dumbledore, that was no doubt. The old man beamed brightly at the two boys, eyes sparkling in delight. Peter picked it up next, followed shortly by James, and to James' delight, Lily. After that, it spread to most of the rest of the school, with the exception of the worst of the homophobes, and most of the Slytherin table. Regulus Black threw his cutlery down in disgust and stormed out of the hall to write a letter, but nobody paid him much attention. Sirius beamed, content now that the oppressive silence was gone, and bowed to his crowd. Remus actually slithered all the way under the table, and refused to come out until the clapping had been replaced by the regular hum of morning conversation.
"Well, that went really well." Sirius beamed.
"Almost too well." Remus observed, and Sirius eyed him. "Just worried over nothing." He added, glancing at James and Peter.
"So all's back to usual." James grinned, and Remus flicked a blueberry at him.
"No it's not. Everything's completely different." He pointed out, glancing at Sirius.
"That too." Peter agreed, between mouthfuls. Nobody paid him much attention.
"It's better." Sirius smiled, cuddling Remus gently, and pressing a gentle peck to the top of his head. "God, I've wanted to do that here for so long."
"Nothing compared to how long I spent wanting you to do it at all." Remus smiled sickeningly, winking so that only Sirius could see. On a scrap of parchment, he scribbled 'This is getting nauseating.'
'I agree.' Sirius scribbled back, and they separated for the rest of the meal, much to James's relief.
000
That evening, James and Peter sat in the Common Room, playing chess, and discussing the pros and cons of Nose-Biting Teacups versus Fanged Frizbees disguised as plates. Lily Evans was also in the Common Room, writing her Charms essay from the previous day, and thoroughly ignoring James Potter. Sirius Black was taking a long walk in the grounds following an afternoon spent with his 'boyfriend', discussing the finer details of their relationship, from anniversaries, to deciding how long ago they first 'had sex', just in case they were ever asked. It had been an exhausting, and sometimes incredibly embarrassing conversation, and Sirius had taken off straight after dinner, just to try and blank it from his mind. Still, they were sorted now, and if anyone asked them anything about their relationship, both of them would be prepared to face any questions thrown at them.
Remus Lupin, following the same uncomfortable, and in his case completely unfamiliar, conversation, had retreated to the safety of the tree, wind flicking through his hair and tossing it in his eyes, while he contemplated just how strange and confusing his life had become in less than 24 hours. He had gone from Remus Lupin; bookworm and avid avoider-of-any-kind-of-social-situation-whatsoever, to Remus Lupin; Hogwarts Queer. He'd had his first kiss, shortly followed by his first GOOD kiss.
And that was where his train of thought stopped to pick up a few passengers, and somehow got sidetracked. (How a train could head in the wrong direction was quite the mystery to Remus, but he had far more pressing matters to consider anyway.) Whenever he thought of that kiss with Sirius, alone in the hallway, his lips tingled and his heart felt like it was about two sizes too large for his chest. He ran his fingers over his mouth for the umpteenth time that day. It had just been practice, sure, and without it there was no way they would have been able to sell the 'couple' thing legitimately to the rest of the school (Sirius had explained about the Fat Lady after breakfast, while James was in the lav, and Peter was telling some Hufflepuff fourth years proudly about how he 'knew it all along'.) but it still felt... strange to him. Probably just because Sirius was certainly an experienced kisser. Must be it - there was no other explanation. Remus didn't find Sirius personally attractive at all - he knew his friend was good looking, it was all some of the girls of Hogwarts talked about, not to mention Sirius himself. He just didn't appeal to Remus, personally. And the smoking thing was sort of gross - their kiss, while certainly enjoyable, had tasted of tar and smoke, which certainly didn't make for a flavoursome experience. He didn't know what girls saw in it, frankly.
"Alright, Moony?" A jovial voice interrupted his thoughts, and Remus looked down to see Sirius preparing to do his usual nimble leap into the tree, which he managed every time with a casual elegance Remus thought was just downright unfair.
"Yeah. Just had this fucking strange day." He sighed, rubbing his face.
"Me too." Sirius grinned. "I seem to have found myself with a boyfriend overnight, and it's all my own doing." He settled himself into his usual groove in the comfiest branch, and lit up a cigarette.
"You know those things make your mouth taste like a road on fire, right?" Remus remarked, and Sirius shrugged.
"I look damn sexy smoking them though, right?"
"Not when I know how they taste. No idea why anyone goes for that sort of thing." Remus sighed, pushing his fringe out of his face. It was starting to get too long and annoy him - he'd have to cut it soon.
"'Cause smoking is sexy and dangerous? Besides, I can just pop some gum if we've gotta snog again. No big deal." Sirius shrugged, taking another drag on his cigarette as though to accentuate his viewpoint.
"I suppose." Remus sighed, resting back on the trunk of the tree. "This is possibly the most bizarre day of my life. Finally had my first kiss, and it was with my male best friend, who I'm now dating as part of a prank."
"Try not to think in facts so much, Moony. Bad for the brain." Sirius grinned, flicking his long hair back.
"Ah, right. I knew I was doing something wrong. Must be why I keep getting O-s, I haven't adopted your clever method of not bothering to work on my essays."
"It's a sly trick that usually only works when attempted by professionals." Sirius beamed, taking a final drag on his cigarette and flicking it into the lake.
"I'll keep it in mind." Remus nodded sagely, then sighed. "Thirty days, huh?"
"Thirty days." Sirius agreed. "That'll be enough that we really pull the rug from everyone's feet when we tell 'em we were pretending."
"Thirty days." Remus repeated. "Well," he added, glancing at the setting sun. "Twenty nine now."
"One down." Sirius nodded. "And that was likely to be the worst. It's convincing people that's the hard part; as a general rule, once they're convinced they stay convinced."
"But sometimes once they're convinced they get angry." Remus pointed out.
"Sometimes." Sirius acknowledged. "But people are lazy creatures of habit. We'll start to fade into the wallpaper, just before we make our big announcement."
"I hope so." Remus sighed, sitting up and swinging his legs so he could tumble to the ground. "I'm tired - we should head upstairs and face the Common Room before someone snaps at us for being outdoors so late."
"Fair enough." Sirius grinned, leaping lightly to the ground and helping Remus with his descent. As they walked up to the castle they both called home, Sirius entwined their fingers once again, rough palms pressed together tightly.
000
"There you are! Where they hell have you two been?" James asked, when Remus and Sirius reached the common room. Then, at the sight of their clasped hands, he abruptly changed tack. "No, forget it. I don't want to know." He grinned, and shuffled over to make room for the two of them to sit next to him, which they did gratefully. The second they entered the common room, the eyes of the whole of Gryffindor House were upon them, and everything had gone alarmingly quiet, except for the pop of the fireplace.
"Boy, if anyone stared at us like a moron, or came over and started asking dumb questions and dropping stupid remarks, that'd be pretty annoying, huh?" Peter said flatly, following it up by popping a potato chip from the bag in his lap into his mouth, eyes never leaving the chessboard for a second. Slowly, after everybody shuffled in their seats a bit, and looked around uncomfortably, an embarrassed hum of conversation filled the common room.
"Thanks, Peter." Remus said gratefully, relaxing slightly and expelling a lot of the tension he had been carrying around with him all day.
"For what?" Peter asked in the same flat tone, eyes still fixed on the board. "People have no right to be twats."
"Amen." Sirius grinned, cracking open an illicit butterbeer and taking a swig. "Some Hufflepuff this morning asked me who's the woman. It's none of her sodding business!"
Peter snickered at the word sodding, and James seemed to light up. "So, who is the woman?" He asked, grinning devilishly. After all the shit Sirius had given him for years over Lily, it seemed the time had finally come for a little payback.
Remus went bright red, and curled up into an embarrassed ball of Britishness, while Sirius simply shrugged, and replied; "Depends on who feels like it. Didn't think you'd be interested, Jamie m'boy." He beamed. "Oh, the stories I could tell!"
"No thanks." James had lost the twinkle, and now looked slightly green; an unripe tomato to match Remus' full beetroot look.
"Nobody will be telling anybody any stories." Remus said firmly, hugging his knees.
"Gotta say, I'm surprised Remus went that far." Peter spoke up, still considering the chess board. It was a difficult match, and the distraction wasn't helping his concentration one bit. "Always thought he was more the classy, wait-until-marriage sort. Suppose everyone's got their hidden sides though."
Remus said nothing, James looked faintly alarmed, and Sirius was unable to help bursting out in loud laughter. Peter rarely spoke up in the rabble of Marauder conversation, but whenever he did, his contributions were always witty, and observant, though the others didn't often pay a lot of attention.
"That is something I really do not want to think about." James shook his head, as Peter finally shifted a Bishop, then turned his attention to the unfolding battlefield of chess.
"Oh, you know you do, Prongsie!" Sirius said delightedly, giving his friend a teasing jab to the ribs. "You're welcome to join us, if the mood ever strikes you. The password is 'Banana'."
"You are the most disturbing person I have ever met." James groaned, and Remus nodded in agreement.
"Ah, but you both love me." Sirius said cheerfully, squeezing Remus' hand.
"Some more than others." Peter pointed out, around a mouthful of Sour Cream And Chives goodness.
"Though that merely proves that they're total nutters." Remus agreed, smiling at Sirius.
"Completely and utterly." Sirius nodded, leaning in and kissing Remus again, a soft, tender kiss that lasted mere seconds.
"Awwww." Lily Evans smiled, walking over from her table to join them. "I wondered why you've seemed so preoccupied lately, Remus. Much as I... am not keen on Black, I must say you two seem like a terrific match. Who knows, you might be able to calm him down a bit." She smiled, plopping onto the sofa opposite them, next to Peter, who was once again intently focused on the chess board, following James' Knight having taken his newly moved Bishop.
"I'm hoping to." Remus smiled embarrassedly. Even Lily thought they were a perfect match? Had everyone been thinking about this for ages but them?
"And I'm hoping to drag him down to my level. Or maybe one a bit higher. Him acting as my conscience is one of my favorite things about Remus." Sirius smiled adoringly. Remus found himself wondering when exactly the two of them had gotten so good at acting.
"There will be no downward dragging, Sirius." He smiled, and Sirius ruffled his hair.
"You keep thinking that, luv. You just keep thinking that." He said in a slightly condescending tone, pressing a peck to Remus' cheek.
"And I was wrong." Lily sighed, standing up again. "You're all doomed."
000
"There, teeth thoroughly brushed. No more kissing stinky cigarette-mouth." Sirius smiled, emerging from the bathroom in his pyjamas, baring his shining teeth for all to see.
"Thank god." Remus sighed. "I've told you a million times. Breath mints will help avoid the uncomfortable situation of me vomiting all over you." He slipped under the covers of his bed, grabbing the book from his nightstand. James was sitting in his own bed, removing his glasses, and Peter had already drawn his curtains. Sirius ignored his own bed entirely, heading straight for Remus'.
"Sirius, what?" Remus asked, as Sirius shuffled in next to him.
"They know now. I don't have to sneak over in the middle of the night." Sirius reminded, winking slyly at Remus, who sighed.
"Am I going to get to read at all from now on?"
"Moony, Moony, Moony." Sirius shook his head. "What do you think the answer is?"
Remus sighed, returning his book to the nightstand, and smiled at James, who looked slightly disturbed.
"Night, Prongsie!" Sirius said cheerfully, leaning over Remus to close the curtains. Once they were shut, he cast a silencing charm.
"So they can think whatever they like." He said, to Remus' quizzical look, and Remus hit him on the arm.
"Night Moony!" Sirius ploughed on cheerfully, and snuggled down to sleep.
"Night, Padfoot." Remus lay down too, shutting his eyes and trying to drift off.
'One down, twenty nine to go.' He kept repeating to himself in his head. 'One down, twenty nine to go.'
