Prompt: Sirius & Remus.
His first cognizant thought was that his head felt like it was ready to crack in half. A dull ache had spread between his temples, making him immediately regret his decision to go for consciousness. Remus opened his eyes, groaning deep in his throat when the light from the window seemed to pierce into his very brain like a poison sword. He heard a page turn in a book. So he wasn't alone. "'Time 's'it," he muttered, his voice hoarse.
"Oh, about eight. Eight-thirty? Eight," Sirius decided, in a chipper tone. Remus couldn't immediately place him from sound alone, but it didn't sound like anyone else was in the room.
"Where?" he whispered. The last thing he remembered was getting prepared for the full moon. Or trying to, at least.
That potion had tasted funny.
"We, my good friend, are in our dormitories. I thought Pomfrey was supposed to escort you to the Shack," he added, a little accusingly. Or suspiciously. It wasn't like either of them to fail to ensure that Remus made it to safety in time.
Remus sat up, shaking. "She sent me an owl with a potion. Said she couldn't make it."
Sobering, Sirius helped steady him. "Well, that's not fishy at all," he muttered. He tucked his chin over Remus' shoulder. "You passed out, you know. Right after dinner. You fainted… straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention, you didn't have to go to such extremes," he teased, his breath tickling Remus' ear.
Remus shrugged him off. "I've a splitting headache," he huffed. He could never tell, when Sirius started up his little flirting game, just how sincere the other boy was being. It made him uncomfortable, not knowing. "Quit joking around."
Sirius' arms folded around him again, and Remus grunted as he was yanked back against his friend's solid form. He looked blearily down at Sirius' legs framing his. "I thought you were going to die, last night," Sirius said, his voice quiet. There was no hint of amusement in there, anymore. "Do you know how many times you stopped breathing?"
Remus didn't answer, his eyes locked on Sirius' knees pressing into his.
"I'll tell you when I'm joking," Sirius whispered into the nape of his neck. He pressed his lips there, almost hesitantly, and felt how the little hairs there shot straight up, raising goosebumps. His worry passed quickly when Remus didn't fight to free himself from his embrace, and he tightened his hold on him, pressing him into his chest. "You're never allowed to leave me. You promise me," he ordered, his voice tight.
"Okay," Remus managed, his own throat swelling a bit as he blinked back the tell-tale sting in his eyes.
Quotes: "You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn't have to go to such extremes."