So I've recently decided to make this into small little snippets of Remus/Sirius' relationship, and though it wont be in chapter format, each entry should follow the same story line. This story will remain under 'Completed' but will have stories added to it now and again.
HP is obviously not mine, If only.
Sirius slunk into a half crouch on top of his bed, narrowing his eyes slightly. He curled himself into a tightly bound position, leaned forward and prepared to pounce. James eyed him from behind his drapes.
"Don't do it," he warned, lazily drawing patterns onto the bed sheet. It's almost like Sirius has a death wish, he thought idly to himself. It honestly shouldn't surprise him anymore, after the 6 years of a truly scarring and dangerous friendship with the disgraced Black. Never once had James seen him do anything that was remotely reasonable or expected, never once had he let go of the almost sickeningly mischievous smirk and never once had James regretted his friendship. He honestly thought himself lucky when he had been barrelled into a girls' toilets stall on his first ever train ride to Hogwarts, giggling as he and a shaggy haired stranger hid from the stern-faced teacher who was hunting them. But, you know, lucky in a slightly mentally unbalanced way.
Sirius turned slightly so that James could see his taunting wink before he leaped with a startling war cry onto the neighbouring bed. A loud shout sounded through the room, followed by a string of profanities and flailing limbs. Sirius sat on top of the bundle of blankets that covered his roommate. "Morning Moony!"
Remus Lupin, or otherwise named 'Moony', eventually managed to surface his head above the suffocating blankets, and glared at Sirius. Or rather, he would have glared at Remus, if he hadn't been so bloody tired, so his glare turned into more of a squint. Sirius squinted back.
"Sirius, get the hell off me, it's only-" Remus took a moment to glance at his alarm clock, his eyes widening as he snapped his head back to look at Sirius, with a painful-sounding crack. James winced. "It's only 10:30! 10:30, Padfoot! On a Sunday! I'm going to murder you!" Remus flailed his limbs again, trying to wiggle out from beneath Sirius, and Sirius tossed himself down on him with a grunt.
"Moony! No, stop, I was hungry!" he whined as he pinned Remus' struggling arms. "We're going to miss out on brunch!"
"So go without me", the Werewolf groaned as he relaxed back, completely unfazed that an almost fully-grown man was spread out across his person. It only just occurred to James how often this seemed too happened. Just the other day Sirius was tackling Remus down the hill towards the lake, only stopping when Remus agreed to help him with Astronomy. And only last week Sirius was pinning Remus down, demanding to know how his date at Hogsmede was. It seemed that no matter the situation, Sirius always seemed to be on top of Remus is one way or another. James' eyes widened.
"But Moony, I want to go with you! Peter eats everything before I have a chance to even lift my fork and James is too busy lusting after Evans to provide adequate conversation!" Sirius ignored James protests and pouted down at Remus, who groaned in defeat. Sirius pumped his fist before jumping off Remus and tugging his arm until he was standing, all the while jabbering about bagels and sausages and eggs and bacon. Once the door snapped shut, James was left to stare wide-eyed at the closed oak.
"Huh", he said aloud to himself, before shaking his head and rousing Peter, the small, slightly pongy boy who completed the friendship of four. That boy was down-right terrifying if he missed Sunday brunch.