AN:I do not actually own Harry Potter I just wish I did, it actually belongs to J K Rowling.
Chapter Fourteen -So Tired.
Remus awoke the next morning feeling as if he was coming down with a severe case of flu. Knowing from experience how much sleep had helped him recover form injuries and infections in the past he figured it was the same with illness, he rolled over and promptly fell off the couch. He lay for a few minutes looking at the impressive parquet flooring in front of his nose before his sleep-hazed brain realised the Gryffindor common room had carpet floors. He unsteadily pushed to his feet, leaning on the back of the couch for support and clutching the warm blanket that had been covering around his shoulders. His bleary eyes took in the surroundings. There was a cherry wood desk topped with rich forest green leather and a carver chair behind it made of the same materials, and bronze looking studs holding the leather seat cover in place. The desk stood mostly empty, bar a row of neatly arranged coloured inks and a blue-green swirled glass vase filled with an assortment of quills. A cherry wood and brass coat and umbrella stand stood to one side of the door, currently devoid of any garments. Remus frowned as he took in the rest of the room. The top half was of what looked to be rough plaster and was painted in a pale golden green colour reminding him of light through a tree canopy, while the bottom half was clad in wood and painted a deep forest green. A thin rail ran round the top of the woodwork and that the door, and doorframe seemed to be painted in a cross between the two colours. Remus could feel himself relaxing slightly. The Parquet flooring was in a pale almost caramel coloured wood and had a gold and green embroidered cream silk rug lying on it in front of a large cream marble and green glazed tile fireplace and hearth. On the hearth stood a large deep green glass vase overflowing with delicately scented, pink and cream honeysuckle. A carved cherry wood side table sat between a green and gold embroidered cream velvet couch and chair. At the windows hung long lengths of creamy voile, with a green and gold leaf pattern embroidered on them. The curtain pole was bronze. His eyes swept the room again, noticing a crystal decanter sat on the side table filled with a deep, rich looking port, a full bookcase, (full of ancient looking texts that he was itching to examine despite his situation,) hidden behind another long curtain, similar to those at the windows. A robe across the back of the chair caught his eye, and he leaned in close to examine it. The robe itself was made of a crumpled, almost creased emerald died velvet, with peridot and malachite chips sown around the hems. Adorning the robes on the left hand side, where it would sit just above the heart was a golden and bronze broach in the shape of a thistle. Remus stiffened in embarrassment, shock flooding his mind as awareness came to him. His mouth dropped and he made a dash for the door, after a couple of seconds fumbling the latch gave and he rushed from the room, not realising he was still gripping the blanket tightly around his shoulders. He did not stop running until he reached the Fat Lady's portrait, a stitch in his side letting him know that all was not well with him. The Fat Lady smiled indulgently at him and swung open with out waiting for a password all the while tutting gently to herself.
Luckily for his state of mind Remus made it through the common room with out being accosted. Although he noticed a red headed girl in his year raise her eyebrows in question at him. She was easily brushed off as he staggered up the stairs to his dorm room, praying his friends were still asleep. He had not counted on the latish hour of the morning and as he literality fell through the door, two pairs of hands reached out to catch him before he face planted the floor. His friends worried faces swam sickeningly in front of his vision for a few seconds as he pulled the blanket closer around his shoulders, tottered to the bed and closed his eyes. He was thankful that he was allowed to remain like this for a several minuets, letting the whispering of Sirius and James wash over him and sooth him down from his adrenalin rush. Without warning he felt his stomach revolt and he rushed into the bathroom dropping the blanket on his way. When he walked out nearly a full fifteen minuets later he winced to see his friends looking at him, with faces blank but eyes full of worry. Sirius was clutching the blanket that Remus vaguely noticed was a cream background shot through with green, gold and amber. James stood to one side holding a vial that he pushed into Remus' hands, grunting, "Drink," as he did so. Remus automatically followed the advice and instantly felt his stomach settle. Sighing in relief and feeling the world start to swim again he flopped face first onto his bed. Just as he was starting to doze off Sirius flopped on to the bed beside him and dug an elbow into his ribs. Remus wearily and warily turned his head and opened his eyes to look at his friend.
"Go away Siri," he slurred, "am so tired and I feel like crap, and I am so tired." he shut his eyes again, praying they would take pity on him and let him sleep. The bed dipped again and he reopened his eyes to attempt to glare up at his friends. Sirius had noticed the pallor behind the other boy's tan and the glassiness of the usually alert amber eyes. He had in some way, with out making a sound conveyed to James that they should let him sleep.
Remus watched wearily as Sirius leant over him but the other boy merely tugged off his boots before covering him gently with the blanket, Remus thought he caught a faint whiff of dark chocolate and closed his eyes again when he felt Sirius gently run fingers through his hair. "Okay Moony. We will cover for you just this once," James drawled as Remus felt himself be tucked in, "but we will want answers about or at least an explanation of your disappearance yesterday and all last night." He stopped and Remus hoped beyond hope that they were going now, but he could feel James' eyes studying him carefully. "Although if you don't feel better by dinner, we will be dragging you to see Madame Pompfry, no arguments." he patter Remus' leg and left the dorm hoping to catch Lucius before class and let him know what was going on.
Remus could almost feel Sirius raising an eyebrow at him and bit back a sigh of relief as he heard the other boy move across the room to the door, and another one of irritation when he paused, obviously looking back with one hand on the doorframe. Remus opened his eyes and squinted across the room, as with a cheery wave and a "we'll leave you to your sleep mate," Sirius left the room to plague Severus, shutting the door behind him and missing, (Remus hoped), his own muttered "music to my ears."
Ignoring the wolf's upset at being called mate by some one who clearly wasn't and to tired to really move Remus shucked out of his shirt and trousers. Pausing just long enough to pull the blanket firmly up to his chin before he slipped into sleep.