A/N: So, here is chapter seven. This chapter is dedicated to my lovely friend Mello Pie for being my first double digit review! She also gets a oneshot. It will be Remus/Sirius and it will be SMUT! I really like the prompt. ^^ Yes, so she is wonderful and you must read all her fantastic stories. There are two and they are very well-written.

This chapter may or may not be woefully incoherent, but I digress. It continues to be slash. Thank you all, and read on.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, really. Nothing. Harry Potter and everything in him belong to J.K. Rowling. And by in him, I mean the universe he lives in, rather than Ron.

Chapter 7: Bedmates

Remus felt sort of fuzzy, and warm all over. He was also apparently not twisted into a strange position on the tiles of the bathroom. But it couldn't have been one of the blank nights, where he was too tired or too fitful to successfully dream and therefore managed to evade it. It couldn't. It couldn't because he remembered actually having the dream. In fact, he was fairly certain it had developed some new twists.

Gad, was it just going to get progressively worse as he got older? Forever?

Stretching his limbs out across the mattress, Remus attempted to burrow deeper into the blankets, stopping with surprised abruptness when he felt something near him that was not, indeed, bed-type materials.

Eyes snapping open, Remus took a few hurried glances around that he soon found himself wishing he could take back, and return to the blissful state of not knowing.

He was actually in his own bed.

So was Sirius.

The other boy was already awake, and looking at him with some sort of almost wary, but thoroughly pleased half-smile.

With a sound that he would later deny was a squeak, Remus shoved Sirius back and too the floor, sitting up extremely quickly.

"What are you doing in my bed?"

"Owww…Good lord, Moony, that was unnecessary. Why'd you hit me?"

"Why are you in my bed? Or, I mean, I guess, what were you doing in my bed before I hit you, which I did because you were bound to make some horrible shagging joke if I left you long enough."

"Well now I am on the floor and you'll have to ask me again when I come back from the dead."

"Sirius, I'm not having you on. I want an actual coherent response. Answer me."

"Alright, alright. Just don't shove me again, that bloody hurt." Slightly ruffled, the boy pulled up from the floor using the edge of Remus's bed, which he then tentatively sat on, eying him as if he expected Remus to haul off and hit him again. "Well, y'see, last night, I heard you having the dream. So I tried to wake you up, but I guess it wasn't time yet or something, which is really weird, by the way. So I just tried to….well…you were scaring me. So I kind of hugged you."

"Stop saying 'so' at the beginning of your sentences. It's getting irritating."

"Right. So-I mean, then, you got all quiet and sleepy again, but when I left you alone and got back on the floor, it happened again. You were making crying sounds. And it was very difficult to sleep through. So- I mean, eventually, I just kind of got in to hold on to you and I guess I fell asleep. But hey, you didn't throw up, did you? I told you I could help." Remus could barely look at him. It was beyond embarrassing. It was worse than him producing a pie from his clothes in the middle of the Common Room. There was nothing inherently wrong with it, but it made Remus not know what to say and get flustered, and he hated both those things.

"Well…Thank you, I guess, Sirius."

"That's more like it." He grinned and ruffled Remus's hair. "I can keep doing it, eh, Moony?"

"Who said that?"

"Well, you thanked me, and there is significantly more food left in your stomach this morning than there was yesterday morning."

"I don't need your weird…bed-sleeping charity."

"It's not charity. Let's say it's for me. After all," And on this he broke into a wide smirk. "My bed is hurting my back, right? Got a spring loose. And the floor is cold."

"James and Peter are bound to notice."

"Well, that's what we tell them then."

"Fine, Sirius. I'll…I'll think about it."

(-line-)

The thinking about it made things awkward. Sirius spent most of classes staring at him with wide decision-eyes, urging him to make the right choice, whatever that was. Remus just wanted to be left alone.

Therefore, he was exceedingly grateful when Lily Evans sat next to him at lunch. It felt like it had been a horrifically long time since he had spoken to anyone that wasn't a Marauder at length, though it honestly had only been a few days.

The Marauders tended to get possessive of him closer to the moon. They got fairly stifling and he suddenly was allowed to speak to no one. Either they thought he would bite person, or they thought the person would injure him somehow, though they had never explicitly said it was any one of those reasons at all, and it was simply Remus's conjecture. Still, he did find himself a little relieved, as he tended to be snappish and prone to headaches the closer the full moon got, and dealing with classmates that needed help with their work was only bound to make it worse. Lily Evans, though, was not likely to need help with her work. In fact, she sometimes gave Remus tips for not destroying his Potions cauldrons quite so often, so he was rather pleased to see her.

"Hullo Remus," She said, with a rather pretty smile that had Remus grinning back. "Are you doing well? You look a tad peaked."

"No, I'm fine Lily. I'll be alright to patrol with you later, if that's what you're worried about."

"It isn't the patrol. I'm allowed to be worried about my friends, aren't I?"

"Of course you are. Thank you. But I promise, I'm fine." God, Lily was so easy to talk to! There was no posturing or boasting and she could understand when he made references to Shakespeare, and she actually said when she was worried, instead of shoving food at him like an idiot. "Did you read that book I was talking about?"

"I did! Just finished it today, actually. Remus, it's wonderful. I'm so glad you recommended it."

Across the table, James was giving him a look that quite openly said 'Trade with me so I may converse with my lady love and future wife if I beg enough'.

Lily, however, caught his glance toward James and gave him a far more convincing look that argued 'If you leave me alone with the idiot who keeps asking me out I will make you into pudding. And it won't even be good pudding. It will be lumpy and it will taste like wolf'. Though Remus might have been reading into it a bit, considering Lily had no reason to think anything about Remus had to do with wolves.

Read into or not, the look was convincing, so with a vaguely apologetic gesture at James, Remus stayed, taking a long swig from his Pumpkin Juice to avoid the hurt stare his friend gave him from across the table, which was made stronger by the urging look Sirius had been giving him all day. The only one of the Marauders who had decided to be bearable during lunch was Peter, who was simply being his normal self and not giving Remus urging looks of any kind, about which Remus was pleased, as he would crack under the pressure.

"So," Remus said, as he had to fill the silence with something, and as usual, chose the most awkward possible way to do it.

"So," Lily said, drumming her fingers against the table.

"Will you pass the peas?" Peter asked, perfectly innocent to the miasma of looks that were tainting the Gryffindor table, as none of them were directed at him.

"Sure, Pete, as I am a good friend who does what his friends want him to do when they have perfectly good reasons for it."Replied James, giving Peter the peas without taking his eyes off Remus.

"Er." Was Peter's initial response, which Remus thought aptly described the situation. "Thank you?"

"You didn't ask me anything, James. You've just stared at me."

"Who said I was talking about you, Moony? I didn't say anything about you specifically." James said, giving him another look that said 'I know perfectly well that you can decipher my looks.'

Remus gave him a responding look which went something like 'You're all obviously determined to drive me to madness.'

Sirius continued saying nothing, and just giving Remus the urging stare that seemed to go 'Let me sleep in your bed for no good reason.'

Lily was wondering if they were all just insane. She'd thought Remus was better than that, but perhaps it was rubbing off on him. Oh well, she forgave him for it because he knew what a couplet was and could have an active conversation about the merits of them versus free verse.

Remus was wondering if anything in his life could ever not be awkward for once.

Sirius was staring some more. He had to stop staring in order to cough slightly and eat some roast beef, but he started up again soon enough.

"So, Sirius." Said James, who was still glancing at Lily out of the corner of his eye every few moments like he couldn't help it. Sirius reluctantly pried his eyes away from Remus's face and switched them back to normal, which was not what Remus was expecting. No, it was far better than Remus was expecting. Like getting an early Christmas present. He could suddenly breathe again.

"Yes, Jamesy, me boy?"

"Should we, er, you know, go and revise our Transfiguration homework?" The sentence was laden with some weighted meaning that Remus was positive he absolutely did not want to understand. "Also, why would you ever, ever call me that?" He added that last bit as an afterthought, and it seemed to have no hidden meanings whatsoever.

"Oh?" Asked Sirius, disinterestedly, before something dawned on him. "Oh.Ohhhh. Yes. Yes we should. Let's go. Come on, Peter."

"Right." Nodded Peter, dropping his fork at once and pushing away his nearly-empty plate. "Later then, Remus. Evans."

"They are not discreet." Remus remarked flatly, turning to Lily. "I don't even know what they're up to this time, I swear, but they are so not discreet."

"The problem is," Began Lily, watching them go with a raised eyebrow. "That they're so often up to no good that it's indecipherable from their normal behavior. Therefore, you can't tell when they're doing something awful, because they are always, always doing something awful. But don't pretend you don't help them." Remus went slightly red.

"They are my friends." He replied, which explained nothing and denied nothing, but made it sound as if he was admitting things. "They are my friends, and while they are quite obviously mad and daft, they are mine." This was something he thought to himself rather frequently really, though he went pink at the ears upon realizing he had said it out loud. Thankfully though, Lily seemed to understand, with no other response other than a little nod and a subtle glance at the Slytherin table.

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