A/N: Annoying little buggers, aren't they? This is a sort of Sirius perspective story. He doesn't get enough attention. I focus it all on Moony. Mainly because I'm truly, madly, deeply in love with him.

I wrote this in an evening, so excuse me if it's a bit rubbish. I have some creepy obsession with Snape bashing the hell out of Remus. It's a bit sick. But I find it rather attractive - not the fact that it's abuse, or Snape, but just because Remus is so defenseless. The idea of him getting attacked is not beyond me.

Thankyou to everyone who reviews, even if it's only a few words. I don't mind, I love it. Thankyou to Arabella, who I am constantly bouncing story ideas off (I'm surprised she hasn't disowned me, yet). Thankyou.

I have this urge to write a drabble using some of the lyrics from These Dreams, by Robbie. I... It's very hard to explain, but I sort of think it's a bit RLSB, during their abusive days. 'She lies on her bed with her hands in her head and she screams, he gets a kick out of losing the plot, so it seems, he makes you all laugh so she's the one doing harm, but how can you fight when she's not the one under his arm?' Ie, suspecting Remus of being the traitor. Anyways.

Disclaimer: JK, props.

Enjoy this, kiddies, I love you all.

Sirius clambered through the portrait hole. The common room was almost empty; some frantically studying fifth-and seventh-years were still awake, cramming as much revision in as possible in preparation for exams-. which made the fact that Remus was nowhere to be seen even more conspicuous.

Sirius spotted Lily alone in an armchair in the corner of the common room. Also strange. Since she had said yes to James, he had hardly left her side, even going out of his way to dodge the Slytherins to avoid any chance of detentions. Sirius assumed he'd finally slipped up, and was probably sulking in someone's office right this second.

Sirius himself had been in detention with McGonagall, for the third night that week. Apparently, transfiguring Snivellus' head to gigantic proportions wasn't proper class conduct, and he'd suffered accordingly. Wiling away his time writing lines (I must rise above the temptation to seek attention), dear Minerva had kept him there 'til what seemed like the early hours of the morning. He almost asked her if this was a clever scheme to spend more time with him, but then realised it would directly contradict his lines, and probably earn him another month's detention. And he was getting sick of missing Remus.

Which brought Sirius back to his early wonderings. Where was Remus? This was the first evening he hadn't been waiting up for him, and as much as Sirius hated to admit it, he was annoyed Remus wasn't there. He should be.

Lily looked up from her notes, and, noticing his presence, beckoned Sirius over. Sirius picked his way through chairs and sat on the arm of Lily's chair.

"Have you seen-?" He started, but Lily interrupted, sensing the question.

"He's upstairs," she said, and looked surprisingly grim.

Sirius opened his mouth, and she cut him off before he began.

"Hiding," she said, and then added, "You'll see."

Sirius ran up the stairs two at a time. While he was certain that it was nothing serious (which included anything to do with Remus' furry little problem, Prongs and Wormtail's well being, low marks, or their 'relationship', as Remus called it – Sirius personally thought that word oversimplified things), something was wrong.

He managed to not throw the door to the dorms open, but instead opened it reasonably calmly, and then turned to shut it, before turning again to face the room, to find Remus.

He was on Sirius' bed, spread on his stomach, hands over his ears, elbows supporting his frail frame, reading some rather dog-eared notes. Sirius often found him on his bed (Remus claimed that it was half his, anyway, because he spent as much time in it as Sirius), so there was nothing odd there.

Remus had heard Sirius enter and raised his head, a half-sincere smile on his face. Sirius blinked.

Remus was sporting the worst black eye Sirius had ever seen.

He had evidently noticed Sirius blanching, because he dropped the smile, and said, "Noticable, hey? I told Lily."

Sirius sat next to Remus, and Remus moved onto his back, looking up into Sirius' face.

When Sirius spoke, he frightened Remus with his forced calm. "Who did it?"

Remus paused as if unsure whether to answer or not, and then sat up. "Snape."

"Right, he's fucking dead." Sirius got up, and Remus caught his wrist.

"Sirius."

Sirius twisted his arm out of Remus' grip, and snarled. "He's a dead man, Remus. Fucking dead."

Remus latched onto Sirius' wrist again and held fast. "He'll keep. Don't you want to hear the story?"

"I'd rather kill that filthy bastard, if I can find him, he's probably tried to save his skin and run-"

"He hasn't."

Something about Remus' tone surprised Sirius enough to shut him up, and he let Remus pull him back onto the bed, and let him talk.

"Well, it was after Potions – you'd run off to detention, and Slughorn wanted to talk to Prongs about something, so I was walking to dinner alone, and, Snape, sort of, fell in step with me."

Remus glanced at Sirius, who seemed to have been frozen in anger.

"Anyway, I was ignoring him, and then he started whispering things. I didn't know what he was saying at first, but then it sort of… clicked.

"He knows about you and me, Sirius."

Sirius managed to look up. "What?"

"He said he saw us, in a Charms corridor. Kissing."

"He can't've, he's lying, we'd never be that careless-"

"So he's making it up?" Remus replied, "Seemed pretty genuine to me. We kiss a lot of places, it's amazing no one's spotted it before now."

Sirius' face cleared as he replaced his angry expression with a curiously blank one.

Remus continued. "I stopped walking, then. He did, too. Pretty eager to have this conversation, I'd guess he'd been practicing it for a while.

"He said it was - we were - disgusting, that we were nothing but a blood traitor and a werewolf. That it was logical we turned to each other in pure desperation. He said he planned on telling Regulus.

"And then he said he hoped I'd bite you."

Sirius' hand clenched at the covers of the bed, and Remus carefully picked it up and held it.

"And?" Sirius said, quietly.

"Then I punched him," Remus finished.

Sirius looked confused, and then, breaking into a smile, said, "You did what?"

"Punched him in the face," Remus said, and he smiled too.

Sirius laughed. "Then what?"

"He grabbed me, and his nose was bleeding, it might've been broken, I don't know, the punch sure as hell hurt, though. And he looked really mad, but I wasn't scared. I tried to hit him again, then he punched me back., and pushed me to the ground. Then he went for his wand, and that's when Prongs came out of the dungeon, and hexed Snape."

"What about Slughorn?" Sirius, despite his fury at Snape's actions, was enjoying himself. Remus seemed to be, too.

"He came out, then, and saw me on the ground, and James standing there with his wand, with something ungodly happening to Snape. He assumed Snape had punched me, then James came to my rescue. They're both in detention."

"Didn't Snape say anything? Or you?" Sirius asked.

"I guess it was me and James' word against his. And James made it pretty clear I shouldn' t spoil it all by telling the truth. I think he was thinking about my reputation as a Prefect," Remus snorted. "Shining example that I am."

Sirius laughed, then, and draped his arm around Remus. "That was a very… Marauder thing to do, Moony."

Remus brightened at the compliment. "I thought it was about time I started acting like one. Last year and all, best make the most of it, yeah?" Remus said, drawing his legs up to his chest.

"Yeah," Sirius agreed, and he kissed Remus, hands gripping the thin boy firmly, his anger and shock of the last few minutes suddenly dissipating as Remus whimpers, clutching at Sirius' neck.

They drew back, and Sirius looked thoughtful. "I hope Snivellus doesn't think that just because he's got detention, he's off the hook. He's going to regret his words."

Remus cocked his head. "I think my punch might've been punishment enough. Plus detention."

"It'll never be enough, not if he gets detention for the rest of his sickening life but, Merlin, Moony, I hope you broke that bastard's nose."