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Remus dropped his load of books and flopped down on the bed entirely ready to take a nap before he dug into his homework. Alas, it was not meant to be. Did he hear an oof? Was his bed emoting? Remus looked at the dark sheets in a bundle on the bed and gave it a light prod. It made a moaning noise. He wondered if Sirius had charmed his sheets to make noises upon his contact with them. He poked it again and it giggled. "Stop that!" Came Sirius's voice.
"Why are you in my bed Black?" Remus asked.
"Mine has stuff on it." Sirius said.
"Stuff?" Remus asked rubbing his temple.
"You know things, objects-" Sirius went off on every synonym of 'stuff' he could come up with. Remus was going to ask what stuff but instead he went over to Sirius's bed, shoved everything off it earning a loud clatter, before going back to his bed. "Moony! You could have broken something!" Sirius frowned as he rushed over to the pile of 'stuff' on the floor, taking Remus's sheets with him. Remus really did not care at all. He flopped down face first on his bed and willed himself to sleep. He was just drifting off when he felt Sirius return to his bed. "Full moon must be coming up. I might have to call you moody instead of Moony." Sirius grumped.
"Why are you still on my bed?" Remus groaned into his pillow.
"There are many fine qualities to your bed Remus dear." Sirius said. "For instance, your sheets are much softer than mine." Sirius began his list.
"That's because I wash them." Remus growled, not lifting his head.
"Your bed also smells a lot nicer, it's darker, warmer, and it smells of you Remmy." Sirius said.
"And you smell of wet dog." Remus said pushing Sirius off his bed. Sirius landed on the floor with a thunk.
"You always say that." Sirius mumbled rubbing his bruised bum.
"You always smell of wet dog." Remus mumbled as his fingers curled around his wand. The curtains snapped shut and finally Remus had quiet. He fell asleep with the smell of wet dog clogging his nose.