A helpful distraction

Sirius stomps off the pitch, his breath coming out in puffs of condensation. He's too angry to feel the cold. It was a bullshit call. Regulus and the other Slytherins had started it, but as usual, they'd made sure that the referee only saw Sirius fighting back after Mulciber had grabbed his broom.

"Sirius!"

Sirius ignores Remus's voice; he isn't in the mood to be consoled. Why does he always fall for their tricks? He's such an idiot—maybe his mother hasn't been wrong about her assessment of him after all.

"Sirius, stop—"

Sirius shakes off the hand on his shoulder, continuing up the path to the castle. But Remus and his damned long legs quickly overtake him, blocking his path. "Would you stop?"

"Leave me alone, Moony. I'm not in the mood."

Remus raises an eyebrow, crossing his arms, and Sirius knows he's not going to let it go.

"I know, okay? I know I shouldn't let them get to me—that I always fall for their stupid tricks. I don't need you to remind me."

"That's not what I was going to say."

Sirius lets out a huff. "Okay, fine. I should know better than to fight during a game? I should stop causing problems before I get kicked off the team?"

"No," Remus says, the corners of his lips twitching up into a smile. "I was going to say that was an excellent right hook."

Sirius lets out a surprised laugh and then feels a smile creeping up his face, even though he wants to push it down and stay in a foul mood. Remus must see his internal conflict, because he steps forward, putting his hands on Sirius's shoulders.

"It was a shit call, Pads. Everyone saw them start it."

"They didn't even get a penalty—"

"And I'm sure you'll find some creative way to get back at them in the upcoming weeks," Remus says with a crooked smile, and Sirius feels the anger slowly draining out of his chest.

"You're damn right I will." Sirius smiles and then shivers as the cold finally starts to settle in, permeating his Quidditch kit.

Remus smiles softly and unwinds his fluffy Gryffindor scarf before wrapping it around Sirius's neck. It's warm from his body heat and smells like Remus, and Sirius feels himself relax even further. He loves wearing his clothes, and Remus knows it. Sirius is sure that he'll still be pissed about the game come Monday, and he'll definitely find a way to get revenge, but in the moment, it doesn't seem to matter so much as he looks into Remus's warm hazel eyes.

Then, Remus pulls the ends of the scarf towards him, causing Sirius to stumble closer. "So, now…" Remus says, voice low. "The game's just started, and everyone is going to be busy for the afternoon…"

A smile spreads over Sirius's face. "Oh yeah, Moony? And what did you have in mind?"

Remus's smile turns predatory as he leans in, his lips grazing Sirius's ear. "I think what you need right now is a distraction."

"Yeah?" Sirius breathes out, his body already warming back up.

"And maybe we can find another few uses for this scarf while we're at it."

Sirius shivers again, but this time not from the cold, and lets Remus lead him in through the castle doors. He's fairly certain that he's not going to be thinking about the game for the rest of the day.