Remus suffered from nightmares. Sirius watched the whimpering boy in surprise. He had never mentioned it to anyone in their year of friendship. The silver-eyed boy frowned—he was slightly disappointed that he wasn't the great friend and boyfriend he thought himself to be. Remus whimpered again; Sirius tightened his hold around the smaller-boy and placed a small kiss on his forehead. He could never imagine what plagued Remus's mind.
Werewolves would have been a good guess. An extremely good and an extremely correct guess. Remus didn't actually have nightmares; he only had a constant nightmare. Every night he was bitten and every night was the first transformation. The amber boy was one of the few who never felt safe in his dreams. Unbeknownst to him, he whimpered again. He noticed the small shake Sirius gave him though. The roaring fire and red-and-gold that is the Gryffindor common room contrasted greatly with Remus's dying dream.
"Are you okay, Rem?" Sirius's look of worry increased when Remus frowned. "What was it about?" The black-haired boy didn't need to say 'nightmare', the word seemed to hang between them.
"It was about—" Remus had never given away any details about his lycanthropy and was at a loss as how to start. "—the bite." He hadn't noticed he was shaking until he felt Sirius's hand slid under his shirt. The other boy rubbed soothing circles on Remus's bare back. "I was only seven when it happened. It was because of my dad." He laughed bitterly and gestured to the scar on his face. "It's all because of my dad." Sirius, who had fallen completely out of Walburga's favour, understood. "It's not my fault I'm a monster."
"Shhh, it's okay Remus. You're not a monster; not even close." Tears pricked at those amber eyes; Remus shook his head. "It's not your fault, Rem. You didn't choose this." The pair remained like that—with Remus crying silently as his head lay on Sirius's chest—for a while. They weren't perfect, but they'd make it.


Remus was unjustly jerked from his sleep. At first he couldn't find the source of the disturbance, but then he heard a whimper. His ears easily recognized Sirius. It appeared the other boy suffered from nightmares as well. Remus softly padded over to Sirius's bedside and watched as the other boy furiously kicked at his sheets. Sirius's face was set into a frown and his hair was matted with sweat—he looked awful. Deciding to live up to the Gryffindor crest on his robes, Remus did something rather brave. He slid into bed next to Sirius. While that doesn't sound brave at all, keep in mind this is only after two months of nothing but light snogging.
"Shh, Sirius. It's okay—I promise." The amber boy held Sirius to his chest and whispered in his ear. "Everything will be okay."


James hardly batted an eyelash when he awoke and found his two best friends curled together in a bed. But Peter was highly unsettled. The dynamic of their group was changing, and he didn't like it. Peter already recognized that his place in the group relied completely on James. But now that the other two were an item, Peter was truly afraid. Some day Lily Evans would finally say yes and Peter would be left alone.
So he didn't like finding Sirius and Remus curled around one another. He didn't like it one bit.

Sirius, who had been completely unaware of the new sleeping arrangement, liked what he found when he awoke. He was pleasantly surprised to find arms curled around him. In fact, Sirius was so content he just snuggled closer to Remus and tried to go back to sleep. He'd have to sleep like this more often, he decided.
And so they did frequently from then on. Neither had any complaints over the arrangements. Nor were either plagued by nightmares since then.