10. Teddy Bear

Sirius sighed as he rolled onto his back in his bed. It was late, it was dark, and it was quiet. Too quiet, in his personal opinion. Sirius Black thrived on sound, light, and energy. Drop him in a place where he had none of that and he near went mad. Especially when he couldn't make himself bloody well fall asleep.

He huffed in frustration and flung his arms over his head, covering his eyes. He breathed deeply and forced his muscles to relax against the mattress. When sleep still would not come, Sirius searched his mind for something that would lull him into oblivion. Remus.

Sirius started at the top and worked his mind's eye down. He thought about Remus' hair in the sun and how it turned an almost blonde colour from the shine. Then he thought about it in the dullest of lights and how it turned so dark, it seemed almost chocolate in appearance. He thought about Remus' skin and how so very pale and soft it was. He thought about how with the smallest, lightest of nips from his teeth he could turn it the darkest of purples.

Sirius thought about Remus' eyes. Oh, those liquid, honey brown eyes that caused his heart to beat and his body to tremble in unimaginable ways. He thought about the way they sparkled with mischief when he smiled and how they flamed with fire when he was in Sirius' arms.

Sirius thought about Remus' voice, the sound that danced through all of his dreams and soothed him like nothing else ever could. He smiled at the remembrance of the amused tone it took on when Remus was particularly humoured by Sirius' and James' antics. He thought about how his voice dropped several octaves when he and Sirius were alone together and there was no one around to hear the gentle words they whispered into one another's ear.

Sirius was just drifting off into slumber, a promised dream pulling more and more on his consciousness, when he heard a murmured, "Ouch" along with a muffled sound as someone hit the corner of his trunk. His eyes snapped open and he pounced to the end of his bed and jerked his hangings back.

James was crouched in front of his trunk. When he saw Sirius staring at him, his hands immediately moved behind his back. Sirius' eyes narrowed.

"What are you doing?" he hissed.

"Nothing," James responded quickly. Too quickly. He seemed to realise this and tried again. "I was looking for the Dungbombs you bought in Hogsmeade a week ago."

"Liar," Sirius stated. "Thief!"

"What?" James yelped, his eyes widening in the perfect imitation of innocence. "I'm not a thief!"

"Yes you are!" Sirius cried. "James Potter, you are stealing my teddy bear!"

"I am not," James scoffed. "Why would I want that thing?"

"Why wouldn't you? He's cute and fluffy," Sirius replied, his voice rising in agitation. "You are stealing my bear!"

"Am not."

"Are to."

"No, I'm not!" James shouted.

"What's behind your back then?" Sirius snapped.

The curtains around Remus' and Peter's beds opened and their groggy faces appeared in the faint light coming from the window.

"What the bloody hell is all the noise?" Remus asked irately.

"Yeah," Peter said, rubbing his eyes blearily. "I was having a great dream about that bird in Ravenclaw."

James snorted. "Honestly, Pete, just ask the girl out already."

"I think we're getting away from the subject at hand," Sirius growled.

"Which would be what, exactly?" Remus questioned as he sat next to Sirius on the mattress.

Sirius pointed at James. "He's trying to nick my teddy bear!"

Peter's eyes widened comically. "Not Mr. Fluffkins?" he said in stunned disbelief.

"Yes Mr. Fluffkins," Sirius hissed.

Remus shook his head. "Not on, mate," he admonished. "Why in the world would you want to steal Mr. Fluffkins? What's he ever done to you?"

"I am not nicking Mr. Fluffkins," James said in disgust. He rolled his eyes. "Honestly, Sirius, who names anything something that horrible."

"Oi! I was three!" he protested. Suddenly, he smirked. The next thing anyone knew, Sirius had launched himself over the end of his bed and had tackled James backwards to the floor. The following scuffle would go down in Marauder history.

Sirius sported a remarkable black eye for the next two weeks, but he considered it completely worth it. Mr. Fluffkins was safe and sound within a hex-warded cupboard.

A/N: I'm not quite so happy with this one. I think it turned up lacking compared to some of the other, but oh well. Hope everyone enjoyed anyhow. I love the idea of Sirius owning a bear named Mr. Fluffkins! ^_^