History of Magic was always unwaveringly boring. Despite this, I generally paid attention, because I couldn't very well expect anyone else to take notes for me. Sometimes, the subject was remarkably interesting, though Binns' drone usually managed to make it much less enjoyable.

This class, however, I found myself unable to pay any attention whatsoever. A glance at my notes showed sentences such as "Giants were unhappy, smashed pigs, pigs ate cows, development left mountain…" If I were to hazard a guess as to the source of my distraction, I'd place it on the infuriatingly shaggy black head in front of me. Padfoot. We had woken up in roughly the same position as we fell asleep in, a tangle of limbs and morning breath and bed hair.

He had treated it like any other morning, and so I had followed suit, choosing not to remark on the fact that he had fallen asleep in my bed, and that we had woken up in a decidedly queer position. I supposed it would eventually be forgotten by us both, if he hadn't already.

Apparently, he hadn't.

He turned around slightly, passing a folded piece of parchment over his shoulder. In any other class, he would have dropped the note onto the floor and nudged it towards me with his foot, but we didn't have to worry about Binns noticing.

His note was short.

"So I fell asleep on your bed? Why didn't you wake me up?"

My own writing, neat and small, contrasted directly with his sloping, spindly hand.

"I tried. You wouldn't get up. You're very heavy, you know."

I passed it to him by dropping it unceremoniously past his shoulder.

"Wait, so you moved me?"

His reply was passed as rudely as mine was, tossed over his shoulder. I barely caught it.

"Yes. You fell asleep on my leg, I couldn't very well leave you there."

"Cor, so it's your fault I woke up like that? Like we were… I dunno, like that?"

"No. I moved you next to me. You took it upon yourself to grab me and pull me over."

I was quite glad when the bell rang, although I found that I had entirely lost the thread of the lesson Binns had been rambling on, which meant that I had missed this entire chapter, which meant that I would have to study it thoroughly tonight, which meant… that I'd be up late again. Ah, well, perhaps I'd be able to convince Sirius to actually sleep in his own bed instead of staying up with me.

I stood up.

"Remus! Wait," Sirius said from in front of me.

I looked up, smiling weakly.

"I'd like to get to my next class, Pads."

"Bugger your next class. Did you get the notes for this lesson?" he replied, his smile lopsided and entirely Padfoot.

"No, I didn't. Can I go now?"

I didn't really particularly want to stand in the empty classroom (save Binns, who was barely there anyways, standing wispily at the front, sorting papers) talking to Sirius. Though it wasn't the reason I was eager to leave the classroom, I had a good excuse; my next class with Slughorn was in the dungeon, which was quite a ways from History of Magic.

"Fine. I hope you know, I'll be whipping you into taking notes from the book tonight, alright?" Sirius said.

Unfortunately, Sirius made good on his statement. I found myself in much the same situation that night as I had been the night previous. Pete and James were snoring in their own beds, Pete being the vastly louder of the two. Both of my legs were stretched out, and A History of Magic was settled on my lap. While it was a less agreeable a leg-companion than Sirius's head was, it was also much safer, and much more conducive to study.

"Are you done yet?" Sirius whined.

He was positioned happily on the other side of the bed, leaning on a post, well away from me. I supposed he had become wary of touching me, given the circumstances of awakening that day. However, I was sure he'd lose track of his resolution within the next day, if not sooner.

"Nearly there. If you were in your own bed, I might find it easier to finish."

"Or you'd fall asleep. Think of the notes that would not be taken! Their poor souls, neglected by a slumbersome Remus Lupin."

I bit down a smile.

"You know quite as well as I do that I'm more likely to stay awake than you are. Dare I recall last night's events?"

"Bollocks. That was a once in a lifetime affair. I have your flawless countenance to gaze upon, and all you've got is a musty book. Who do you think is more likely to stay awake?"

This time, I was not successful in keeping my face straight, and a small smile crept through. He seemed to notice, and a doglike grin appeared on his face.

I chose to keep my eyes my book, though they'd rather be focused on the other bloke on my bed, my hand on my quill, undeterred by the fact that it would be better put to use if it were running through a certain head of dark hair, and my mind on giant wars, despite that it kept wandering to what I wish I had the nerve to do.

"Your eyes aren't moving. You aren't reading. Stop being useless." Sirius's voice was a reminder that I wasn't doing as perfect a job as I thought I was at keeping my head clear and focused.

Although I had been doing an admirable job up until Sirius had started talking to me, I decided now that simply quitting would be the best route. I was a few pages away from finishing, yes, but I didn't suppose I could keep focused long enough to copy notes on them.

I could suffer a few point reduction from my grade, it wasn't like I didn't usually get O's anyways. Sirius and James wouldn't be happy with incomplete notes, but the bitter streak in me decided that if they wanted perfection, they could do it themselves.

"I'm finished, your bed misses you," I said as I closed the book, parchment still inside. I set my quill next to the inkpot on my bedside table.