Musing

A/N: Sorry for the MANY p-o-v changes. I couldn't help myself at the time... but they are marked... :(

Sirius POV

I feel warm and fuzzy, it is really nice. I can't think of when was the last time I felt so happy, but right now I can't imagine have ever felt any other way. I snuggle into the little pile of warmth and pull the blanket higher around my shoulders, reaching my ears. I am not doing it intentionally, but my cheeks hurt, I feel like I've been smiling all night. I wonder what I did last night...

Remus!

I cautiously open one eye to see if I am where I believe myself to be. It isn't too bright, but the curtains around the bed are closed and blocking the light from the window. I blow a breath of air I did not know I was holding and Moony sneezes, a wet spray blowing onto my face.

I grimace, and wipe myself off with the edge of the blanket as Moony slowly wakes up. He yawns and I get a rare chance to examine his, only slightly long canines. "Well, Good Morning to you too, Moony." That sneeze put me in a slightly off mood. I may adore everything about him, but I cross the line at illness. Very briefly my mind flutters over the romantic possibilities this may hold for me. Being sneezed on may prove to be worth it.

Remus POV

"Sowwy aboud dat. I forgot you were dere." I sniffle, I don't normally feel this awful, ever. I whimper as Sirius pulls me from hiding my face in the pillow to sitting up and facing him. He makes clucking noises as he feels my forehead and slowly drags me out of the bed after him. I whine when the sunlight hits my face and I hide my head in the crook between his shoulder and neck.
Sirius POV
I want to whimper when Moony clutches me closer and buries his face in my neck. A part of me really wishes that Moony was not just resting there because he was ill but because he wanted to nibble on me. My neck is so sensitive and Moony's calm breathing is tickling me in the worst and best way possible. Worst is because right now would be a completely inopportune time to jump him and the best because I will never forget this feeling, so long as I live. I wonder what it looks like right now because I have the largest smile on my face, Moony has his head on my shoulder, and I think it looks like I'm dancing with him the way I keep shuffling from side to side as I try to slip my slippers on without the use of my hands.

"Come on Moony." I finished with my slippers and help Moony sit on the edge of the bed as I reach towards the small blanket that covered me last night. I wrap it securely around his shoulders as I temporarily spring back towards my bed to get a robe. I go back towards his bed and find him laying back, his bare feet still on the floor.

I sigh, but go around to the other side of his bed so I can put his slippers on him. I gently nudge Moony awake again and get him to stand. I wrap one arm around my shoulder and successfully manage to get the rest of him.

I resist the urge to start humming the wedding march song, but the way I am carrying him is really tempting.

Just about ready to leave the room, and it hits me.

"Aww. Crap."

Remus POV

Sirius cussing, not unusual, but him cussing rather loudly in my ear while carrying me bridal style, very strange. Not that I have anything against being carried bridal style by him, its rather nice. Sirius has a very strong, muscular body, the kind that would probably be best at playing rugby. I am so skinny by comparison, its rather embarrassing. I am sure that once we get into the common room, if there are people up, or even in the hallways if people catch sight of us, it would not come as a surprise. 'There goes strong, sexy, muscular, sex-god Sirius carrying weak, sickly, string-bean Remus.'

The fact that I am probably stronger than him due to the wolf in me doesn't matter at this moment, not at all because I can wrap both my arms around his neck and pretend like I am really as weak as everyone probably believes I am.

"There it goes." Sirius banged my knee into the door frame as he managed to open it. "Sorry."

He apologizes, probably not realizing that I am awake and enjoying every minute of it, even if my eyes are closed and the last thing I remember was leaving the dorm room, not standing in front of the portrait to get into the Gryffindor Commons.

I close my eyes again, the sunlight bathing the hallways being too bright for my liking.

I yawn as Sirius announces us being, "Here!" Wherever that is. I want to go back to my lovely warm bed and cuddle all day.

Sirius laughs. "I guess I've grown on you Moony."

Great. Now I just said that out loud.

"Could things get any more embarrassing?," my voice is harsh, raspy and I can barely hear it come out of my mouth.

Sirius laughs again. "Trust me Moony, when things can go bad, and they possibly might, they will. Just because you said that. Fate's fickle finger is cruel."

Sirius POV

Truth is, I am slightly put out by that. Maybe I just imagined Moony liking me. He may see me as only a friend and the illness is making him say things that he really doesn't mean. Maybe he really doesn't want to cuddle at all!

Now I am just jumping ahead of myself. Of COURSE Moony would want to cuddle with me. Who wouldn't? I hope.

"Siri, could you maybe put me down. I can walk on my own, honest. Carrying me down the stairs may be too much for you."

"Alright, sorry. Was I gripping too hard?" I must have been lost in my thoughts. Not a good thing, but unavoidable.

"Not really, but I could tell that you were straining not to drop me."

That's a relief. I really wouldn't want him to imagine that I was holding him so tightly because I might lose him, and not lose him as in drop, just lose him... just lose him as... I just wouldn't want to lose him.

I get nervous and I start to sing. Whatever is on my mind. "Don't you want somebody to love, Don't you need somebody to love, Won't you love somebody to love..."

Damn. I love that song. It's so catchy, and the lyrics, man the way they just speak to your soul.

Remus POV

Now I lost Sirius to his music space. Next thing you know is that he will start to speak out loud, introducing every song in his repertoire like he is a disk jockey. Then again he's also been on a massive Jefferson Airplane kick ever since Lily introduced me and Sirius to them. Poor James, he had to listen at the door. It is rather amusing, the way they flirt with each other.

They may deny, or... Lily may deny liking James, but my senses never lie and that boy excites her. They way she sweats more, the way her pupils dilate, her heart beat races. The same goes for him.

All things considered, I wonder why I never examined Sirius like that. It would answer my questions, settle this crush on him once and for all.

But I can't. I am afraid to do so. Because the "what if's" get to me and I can't escape.

Sirius stopped, took a breath and was about to announce "Black Dog" by Led Zeppelin when he realized that Remus had fallen asleep on his shoulder. 'Awh, cute.'

And then Sirius started to kick on the back of the Fat Lady's portrait so that she would swing open and let him out.

Sirius cursed before stepping out of the portrait, the strain of carrying himself and Remus almost causing his knees to buckle when he bent one much too far to lock his leg, but strength and determination kept him going.

That and "Black Dog" is a real hot song. Sirius hummed, "Hey, hey, momma, said the way you move, gonna make you sweat gonna make you groove... gonna make you burn, gonna make you sting..."

Remus coughed in his sleep, and despite the awkwardness of it all Sirius had to smile. That, and "Black Dog" was a real hot song.

Please R+R. Chapter 3 is already written, it is funny!! But I'm gonna hold out for at least 5 reviews (because I'm a realist).