Remus Lupin tutted as a rolled up parchment clipped the back of his head. With an annoyed look at the sheepish looking thrower, he unrolled the parchment slowly.

Mssr Padfoot would like to know why Mssr Moony looks like he has a stick up his arse.

Msr Moony is very tired, and would appreciate it if a certain Mssr Padfoot would keep his large nose very far out of Mssr Moony's business.

Mssr Padfoot thinks Mssr Moony can be a moody sod when he wants to be.

Mssr Moony would like to remind Mssr Padfoot to check his Lunar Calendars, and point out that Mssr Moony has a very good reason for being a moody sod occasionally.

Mssr Padfoot did not realise that it was almost that time of the month, and would like to offer Mssr Moony his sincerest condolences, and maybe a hug.

Mssr Moony does not accept hugs from arsey intrusive strangers.

Mssr Padfoot takes offense in being considered a stranger.

Mssr Moony is deeply sorry for any psychological trauma which he may have inflicted upon Mssr Padfoot. However, Mssr Moony also wishes to learn some Transfiguration, and would appreciate an hour without the interruptions of Mssr Padfoot.

Mssr Padfoot's main aim in life is to interrupt Mssr Moony.

Mssr Prongs would like to briefly interrupt and ask if Madmoiselle Lilyflower is truly glowing, or if that is the ring of love haloing her hair in Mssr Prong's mind.

Mssr Padfoot can confirm that Mssr Prongs is losing his mind, and would suggest that Mssr Prongs seek help from a counsellor, as Evans is definitely not glowing. Mssr Padfoot would go as far to say that Evans is looking decidedly blah today, and has a nose redder than her hair. If Mssr Prongs had any sense, then Mssr Prongs go and offer her a tissue and some cold medicine.

Mssr Prongs would like to know if offering her the aforementioned cold medicine would convince Madmoiselle Lilyflower to date Mssr Prongs.

Mssr Moony is positive that implying Mme Lily is looking anything less than perfect would damage Mssr Prong's chances of getting even a polite 'hello' from Mme Lily.

Mssr Prongs would like to thank Mssr Moony on his input, for Mssr Moony is truly the most helpful Marauder in the world. Mssr Prongs would also like to point out that Mssr Padfoot is an arse, and if Mssr Padfoot can't remember a simple thing like Mssr Moony's time of the month, then maybe Mssr Padfoot should grovel. Lots.

Mssr Moony shall take this opportunity to agree with Mssr Prongs. Mssr Moony would also like to declare that he fully intends to return to studying, and shall from hereon in not be replying to any godforsaken notes passed in the general vacinity of Mssr Moony.

Mssr Prongs is also out, in order to observe the delicate beauty of Madmoiselle Lilyflower in this soft lighting.

Mssr Padfoot cannot believe the Marauders are abandoning Mssr Padfoot in favour of studying or a girl, as Mssr Padfoot would never abandon one of the Marauders for something as fickle as education or sex.

Mssr Wormtail is available for conversation, if Mssr Padfoot is bored.

Mssr Padfoot is sorry to announce that he shall be studying imminently, and can no longer participate in this conversation.


"Its been too long." James smiled briefly at Sirius as the pair watched their rodent friend tap the knot of roots that froze the gargantuan tree in front of them. The willow's movements tightened slowly, until all that moved was the soft rustle of leaves that were caught in the wind.

"Hmm." Sirius drummed in reply, brow creasing as the pair followed the rat into the tunnel. "I suppose." He muttered as they approached the narrow entrance to the Shack, following Peter's lead and shuffling through the point of entry. Once in, the trio turned to the window, examining the ailing sun. "We've got at least 20 minutes." Sirius announced, flailing his arms at the sofa in the corner, chewed and torn to the point of near destruction. "Make yourselves comfortable. I'll go and check how our little wolfie friend is doing."

James nodded in response, throwing two rotund objects at his pureblooded friend. Sirius caught them deftly, raising an eyebrow as he eyed the two puffs. "Pumpkin Pastries?" He scoffed, looking at James for confirmation.

James' swift reply of "Moony likes them." quickly quietened his canine friend, who proceeded to climb the stairs with haste. Opening the first door he came to, he watched silently as a long robe pooled at his friend's feet, before the lycan dipped down to retrieve it.

"Don't strip for my benefit, Moons." Sirius smiled, leaning against the door frame as Remus turned, acknowledging his presence with a swift nod. The werewolf stretched, vest riding up invitingly as he span to fully face his friend.

Sirius couldn't help but notice the feral gleam in his friend's eye, glinting ferociously in the dimming beams of sunlight. Eyes shone pure gold, as opposed to their usual amber, and Sirius immediately knew that he and Remus weren't the only forces at play in this conversation.

"Well hello Moony." He whispered under his breath, smiling as canine teeth grimaced a smile in return. "How long has Mr Moony had control, Rem?" Sirius asked softly, reaching over to take the robe off the man in front of him. Placing the robe between floorboards, he looked up at his friend, knowing that the human side was fighting for brief control.

"Only about 10 minutes." Remus replied, eyes hovering between gold and amber. "I lose control later and later now." He smiled softly.

"Thats good." Sirius returned the smiled. The human in front of him was tired, Sirius could tell, but the werewolf fragments under the surface was bubbling, waiting for the moon to rise so that he could regain the semblance of control he had over the softly spoken boy for one day a month. Muscles convulsed softly alongside him, causing Sirius to raise an eyebrow and cast a glance at the slither of sun left above the horizon.

"Time for you to leave." Remus clenched, grabbing onto the bed with one hand, taking off his vest with the other. Sirius reached over, overcome by the strength and vulnerability of his friend. A hand ran through the tawny locks before Remus pulled away, muttering a final 'go' as his bones began to shatter and reform.

Sirius closed the door behind his friend briefly, allowing for a moment of privacy as screams turned to howls and gasps turned to pants. A final glance at the now-splintering door was all Sirius needed, and within moments the tall dark pureblood was replaced by a shining, grim dog, eager to commence the night's activities.


Sirius rolled over with a groan as the sun rose, arm determined to block out the harsh beams of sunlight that tore apart his delicate corneas. His whole body ached dully, a soft throb emanating from every pore in his body. I'm never moving. Never again.

Suddenly, his peace was disturbed by a low groan from across the room. Immediately recognising it as Remus', Sirius jumped up, turning to glare at the source of Remus' discomfort.

James Potter stood across the room, a blanket-wrapped Moony in his arms, as he lifted the light boy onto the bed in the center of the room. Sirius growled apprehensively, unnerved by his friend's participation in what was normally labelled a 'Sirius job'.

"Morning Paddy." James whispered, lowering their mutual friend gently onto the broken bed.

"Why were you moving Remus?" Sirius asked with annoyance, crossing his arms grumpily over his chest.

"Well, since the wolf kicked your butt pretty badly last night, I figured you could use with some rest." James smiled, looking down at Remus briefly. "He's a bit battered, but nothing too horrific."

"Its a Sirius job to move Moony." Sirius grumbled, walking over to the bed.

"I didn't think it would be a problem." James stated, raising his eyebrow deftly. "No need to go all possessive on me Pads." Clapping a hand on his conscious friend's shoulder. "Peter's gone to go and get breakfast, I told him to bring some stuff back for you and Moony. I've got to get to Quidditch practice in a bit, but I can be late if you want a hand getting Moons up to the hospital wing?"

"I can manage." Sirius glared, shrugging James' hand off his shoulder and moving over to the window. "It must be, what, 11AM? Why didn't you wake me up?! Remus could have been really badly hurt, we normally have to get him over to Pomfrey before 10!"

"Because," James stated through gritted teeth, crossing his arms across his chest. "I could quite clearly see that Moony was fine, and I figured you could use a bit of a lie in. Don't go thinking you're the only one that cares about Remus, Sirius."

The pair glared at each other, until eventually Sirius closed his eyes tiredly. "Yes, I know. I'm just worried about him, that's all." Sirius sat on the bed, and James went to stand in front of him, laying a strong hand on either shoulder.

"I know. But honestly, Remus is going to live. He'll be sore for a good few days, but come on Pads, its Remus. Remus Bloody Lupin. And Remus Bloody Lupin would be very very annoyed if he would hear how we are molly-coddling him."

"Remus Bloody Lupin is more annoyed about the fact both of you don't understand the meaning of the word 'whisper'." A hoarse voice gasped behind Sirius. Sirius turned to face the gaunt figure on the bed, eyes shining amber below him. "Hello Pads."

"Moony." Sirius smiled, reaching over to run a hand through the ash-blond hair. "How are you feeling?"

"I'll live." Remus grimaced, attempting to pull himself into a seated position. Growling slightly as a hand on his chest held him down, he glared at the hand's owner in annoyance.

"Don't you dare even try sitting up again. I want you resting for a little bit longer, at least." Sirius smiled. A soft, but deliberate, cough reminded Sirius that the pair weren't alone, and he span to face his tall friend. "Go to quidditch, I'll be fine getting him over to Pomfrey when the time comes. Oh, and tell Peter not to come back , I'm sure he'll be more than grateful to get back to the kitchen."

"Peter's meant to be bringing you food though." James stated. Rolling his eyes lightly, Sirius dug around in his robe pocket, grabbing his wand and waving it distractedly.

"Accio whatever food Peter Pettigrew has upon his person" Sirius muttered, realising his mistake all too late.

A myriad of foodstuffs flung themselves through the door, from puff pastries to toast to an entire stick of butter and several slightly crushed chocolate frogs. Gobstoppers covered in fluff smashed through the windows, whilst a variety of liquideous products, from pumpkin juice to rice pudding oozed through the floorboards. James ran over to the door, slamming it as he heard a melange of pastry-based goods slam against it, whilst Sirius pushed the dresser in front of the window and pulled the rug over the seeping floorboards. The boys sighed momentarily, until they heard a whistling sound from above. Looking upwards, the two mobile boys walked towards the bed, trying to locate the source of the noise. They only had to wait moments before something burst through the ceiling, showering the room's three occupants with white powder.

"What. The. Fuck." James hissed, looking at his two friends. The three stood in silence for a moment or two, before light laughter began emanating from the bed-bound boy. Soon enough, Sirius joined in, unable to resist laughing at the spectacle in front of him, and eventually even James began chuckling, the laughter proving infectious. Licking his arm tentatively, he sighed in relief "Its just icing sugar." He smiled, watching as Sirius leant forward to dust off Remus' face. Remus soon returned the favour, licking his own fingers free of the sweet powder when he was finished.

James decided to pretend that he hadn't seen the look of desire on Sirius' face at this unintentionally sexual movement, instead shaking his head rapidly, watching in amusement as a cloud of the powder formed around his face.


Scant minutes later, when the three teenagers had finished cleaning their faces and arms, a rotund figure burst through the door, arms flailing. "Guys, guys, I'm so sorry, I was walking from the castle with the food when suddenly WHAM, it all started flying away! I tried to grab some of it, but OOF, the pastries started attacking me with a vigour not unlike that of the giant squid if you anger it! Then suddenly - hey, why is there rice pudding leaking through the floorboards?" Peter panted, confused by the scene in front of him. "And why are you covered in" he sniffed lightly, testing the smell of the three boys "Icing sugar? Come to think of it, I'm sure I had those exact same gobstoppers in my pocket not 5 minutes ago. When I wouldn't let them go, one of them decided that burying itself in one of my nostrils was a good idea."

"Sorry, Tail. My fault, I cast an accio charm with a bit too loose a description of what I wanted." Sirius stated, now lying next to his werewolf friend. "Why don't you go and cast some hardcore cleaning spells on James - the boy needs a good clean before Quidditch in 10 minutes. I'll stay here with Rem and clean up a bit."

"Ok. Come on James, lets go!" Peter smiled, waving at the pair lying on the bed and leaving the room pretty quickly. James was slower, going over to the bed briefly to check Remus once more before he left.

"If Padfoot tries to eat you, you know where to find me." James smiled, grasping Remus' shoulder. "Call me if you need a hand cleaning this place up."

"Will do Prongs." Sirius smiled, watching as the boy alongside him nodded tiredly and their friend left the room. Sirius shuffled up the bed, lying so that Remus' head rested nicely on his shoulder. As the werewolf slipped into a light slumber, Sirius get to work on cleaning his friend.

Running his hands through the now-white hair in front of him, he brushed the powder out with his fingers, determined to return the hair to its former glory. Once partially satisfied with the state of his friend's hair, Sirius set to work on the hardest job - cleaning the injuries.

Sliding out from underneath his friend, Sirius conjured a bowl of warm, soapy water and set to work on cleaning the younger boy. Dipping his hands into the water, the pureblood was glad to find a small soft sponge, and began running it slowly across the face of his friend, allowing him to adjust to the feeling. He ran the sponge downwards, allowing it to glance over the cuts scraped across his friend's neck, apologising quietly as his friend's muscles protested at the action. The sponge traced arms, cleaning lightly to ensure that no sugar was left in any of the small scratches across the biceps, until they returned to the neck once more. Scraping the sponge across the small slice of exposed chest in front of him, Sirius allowed his fingers to lead the sponge across his friend's clavicles, before descending slightly lower.

Reaching the top of the blanket, Sirius ran the sponge along the edge, knowing his friend's nipples were only inches below. Forgetting for a moment where he was, the teen allowed the sponge to run slightly below the blanket, before a hand stilled his movements. "There's no icing sugar down there, Sirius." The werewolf smiled, eyes still shut.

"No, I suppose there's not." Sirius stated, placing the sponge back in the bowl and lying beside his friend once more. "Have you got any bad cuts?"

"I don't think so." Remus stretched, smiling lightly. "I'd offer you some blanket, but I'm afraid that would leave me indecently exposed, and lord knows what the Ministry would do with me if I exposed myself to a Black without sufficient permission." Sirius laughed lightly, allowing his arm to rest around his friend's shoulders.

"Prongs would most likely argue your case for you, declaring that i was the one that forced you into being indecently exposed." Sirius smiled, leaning in to purr in his friend's ear "You know I can charm the pants off of anyone." The pair laughed briefly, before Sirius slid them both down the bed. "Since you're not too badly injured, we can afford to catch a few more minutes shut eye. Night night m'Moony."

"Night night Padfoo-" Remus yawned tiredly, not protesting in the slightest as his friend's arm pulled the werewolf inwards, allowing the tawny head to rest on the other's chest.

And so, curled around one another, they slowly drifted to sleep, wolf and dog silent in the whistling house.


And that was how Mme Pomfrey found them 4 hours later, when she went to find her missing favourite patient. A small smile graced her features as she watched the pair, before softly waking them and regrettably forcing the pair up to the hospital wing, deciding not to question how Sirius knew where the shrieking shack was, or how Remus was so uninjured, or why Sirius' arm was wrapped so tightly around the werewolf's shoulders.

Mme Pomfrey knew, though. Oh, she knew. But sometimes ignorance, even if feigned, truly is bliss.


Soooo? Whaddayathink? I'm sorry this is *a whole week* late, but I wrote a one shot last week that was floating round in my head, and I wanted to blast that story out before that plot bunny disrupted this story. Its called 'Poor Little Rich Boy' and it is on my profile now, but I must say that there is M/M SEX in it, and so if you don't feel that you are mature enough to read that sort of thing, don't! I've got some pretty good feedback on it so far, which makes me uber happy. =)

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