A Bouquet of Bedsprings (scarvesnhats Day 26)
Title: A Bouquet of Bedsprings
Rating: PG-13 (for language)
Disclaimer: They're not mine. I'm just borrowing them because they're more fun than playing with Barbie.
Wordcount: 1202
Prompt: Seeking refuge from the wind and rain.
Notes: Sixth year. It isn't that Remus doesn't like watching Quidditch. He'd just rather not play it in the rain. Apologies - I know I was due to be in Remus' pov for this one but I'd written half of it from Sirius' viewpoint before I remembered.
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Remus was hiding under his bed.
Sirius didn’t have a problem with that. It would have been better if Remus was hiding in his bed, of course, but certain things would have become rather obvious rather quickly and it could get embarrassing.
That was yet another thing that was wrong with the fucking Hospital Wing. No bloody privacy to stick a Silencing Charm up and have a wank. He wanted out.
That really wasn’t a good line of thought when Remus was under his bed. He shifted uncomfortably.
“Ow! You just stuck a spring in my back.”
“Then come out and talk to me. You’re invisible.”
“Prongs will know.”
“Tell him Pomfrey ordered you to stay here.”
“Can’t. She’ll order me out if she sees me. After Prongs’ performance yesterday.”
“Quidditch matters!”
“Precisely. Tell him that. Tell him it matters so much that he can’t risk having me play because - because.”
“Because what?”
“Because!”
“That’s not a proper answer, Remus. Be logical.”
There was a snort which shook the bed. “The match is only three days before the full moon. I might be feeling sick.”
“He only wants you as a reserve.”
“No point in having a reserve who can’t play. Do I look like the sort of idiot who hovers in a ring and gets things hit at him?”
“Well,” Sirius said thoughtfully, “you’re the right build for a Keeper. Gangly.”
“Gangly?”
Sirius smirked. “Alright. Lithe and lovely.”
“Padfoot.”
“Slim and sexy?”
There was a heavy silence. Then Remus said, his voice pained, “Sirius, far be it from me to query the strange machinations of your brain that pass for reasoned thought but are you actively trying to convince the entire school that we’re a couple? I appreciate that there isn’t much potential for pranking in here but it could get a little awkward.”
Sirius, content that Remus couldn’t see him, smirked. He had made his mind up. Remus was his. It was inevitable. So it wouldn’t hurt to wind him up a bit in the meantime.
“Would you rather I tried to find you a boyfriend?” he asked.
“No!” Remus yelped, jumping. “Ow.”
“Shush,” Sirius said. “Here comes Prongs.”
James burst into the ward, trailing mud and rain. His Quidditch robes were splattered with black sludge and his hair was so wet it actually sat flat.
“Alright!” he demanded, waving his broom. “Where is he?”
“Who?” Sirius asked.
“You know who.”
“Him? As far away from here as possible, I hope.”
James’ eyes narrowed. “You know who I mean. Moony. Remus Lupin. Gryffindor’s Third Reserve Keeper.”
“Since when?” Sirius demanded.
“Since half my team have the flu, the other half are likely to get it and we actually have a chance of beating Slytherin because their captain’s sick as a dog.”
“Narcissa?” Sirius said loftily. “They only made her captain because it’s a family tradition.”
“And because she can fucking well outfly every crappy Seeker Gryffindor can produce! Where’s Remus?”
“How should I know?” Sirius said belligerently. “I’m not allowed visitors any more because some crazy git came in and made a scene yesterday.”
James jabbed his broom towards the bed. “I want Remus.”
Sirius bit down the urge to snarl, Mine!. “I don’t know why. He’d be shite at it.”
The mattress bucked indignantly.
“I don’t care how shite he is. I need bodies in the air.”
“Raid a graveyard,” Sirius suggested and shut his eyes. “Now piss off. I’m an invalid. I need sleep.”
James snarled and stormed away.
“You’re feeling better, aren’t you?”
“Hate this place,” Sirius muttered. “Don’t come out yet. Prat thinks he’s cunning.”
Remus sighed. “I don’t want to play Quidditch. I like watching it. Not flying around in the dark. When it’s raining. And windy.”
“Best flying weather,” Sirius said wistfully. “Swap. I’ll play Keeper and you can stay here and be an invalid.”
“I’m not ill.”
“Minor detail.”
“Whereas you are very ill.”
“My temperature’s stayed down for fifteen hours. I’m bored.”
“Only boring people get bored,” Remus said primly.
Sirius bounced.
“Fuck! Cut it out, Padfoot!”
Sirius snickered. “Boring place. Full of boring people. Are you really wearing his cloak? Is it sticky?”
“I’m trying not to touch it with my bare skin.”
“Wise move. You don’t want to end up giving birth to loads of baby Pronglets.”
There was a pained silence. “Sirius. Please tell me I don’t have to explain the birds and the bees to you.”
“Nah.” Sirius said. “Though if you want to tell about the bees and the bees, I’m listening. Intently. You can have some points for Gryffindor every time you use the words throbbing, rod and thrust.”
“Have you been playing in the Restricted Section again?”
“Oh, yeah.”
“If you do anything inappropriate while I’m under this bed, I will be extremely unhappy.”
“Can I do something inappropriate with you in the bed?”
Remus gasped and Sirius thought, Shit. Went too far.
At that moment the door creaked open and James peered in.
“He’s still not here!” Sirius roared. “Fuck off!”
James slammed away and Sirius leant over the side of the bed. Remus had gone very quiet.
“Moony?” he said, peering into the shadows.
“Yes?” Remus said coolly.
Sirius rolled off the bed. The floor was pleasantly cool and he peered in nervously. “Sorry.”
“There’s nothing to apologise for.”
“Can I come in, then?”
Half of Remus’ face appeared. “In here?”
Sirius nodded.
Remus shuffled over. Sirius slid in beside him. There wasn’t much space under here and he had to lie flat on his back. Even so he could feel Remus’ warmth all down his side. He stared at the bedsprings and said, “I’m a git.”
“We love you anyway, you prat.”
Sirius felt the blood rise in his cheeks and something sharp and warm rolled through him. Nobody loved him. He knew Remus didn’t mean it like that but it was just - oh.
He blinked at the bedsprings and felt himself grin like an idiot. Of course. He didn’t just fancy Remus. He was in love with him. That explained everything.
“Sirius? You’ve gone quiet.”
“These are the most beautiful bedsprings in the world,” Sirius said stupidly.
There was a little pause and then Remus said, “Have you done a comparative study?”
If there had been room to turn over down here he would have hugged him. Instead he said, “Clean. Shiny. No dust. There’s loads of dust under my bed.”
“That’s because you charmed your trunk to shout abuse at the house elves.”
“I don’t want them in my stuff. Kreacher used to steal my mum’s knickers.”
“That’s disgusting.”
“Yeah,” Sirius said happily and felt about until he found Remus’ hand.
Remus curled his fingers around his in return and they lay there quietly for a while. Then Remus said, “Sirius?”
“Yeah?”
“If Prongs isn’t looking for me anymore, there’s no reason to hide under the bed.”
“Suppose not,” Sirius said sleepily. He was feeling grey again.
“So we could get out.”
“Can’t. My legs have gone fuzzy.”
“Oh,” Remus said. “Should I get Pomfrey?”
“Probably,” Sirius said wistfully.
Remus squeezed his hand and then crawled out from under the bed.
Sirius beamed at the bedsprings and went to sleep.
Rating: PG-13 (for language)
Disclaimer: They're not mine. I'm just borrowing them because they're more fun than playing with Barbie.
Wordcount: 1202
Prompt: Seeking refuge from the wind and rain.
Notes: Sixth year. It isn't that Remus doesn't like watching Quidditch. He'd just rather not play it in the rain. Apologies - I know I was due to be in Remus' pov for this one but I'd written half of it from Sirius' viewpoint before I remembered.
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Remus was hiding under his bed.
Sirius didn’t have a problem with that. It would have been better if Remus was hiding in his bed, of course, but certain things would have become rather obvious rather quickly and it could get embarrassing.
That was yet another thing that was wrong with the fucking Hospital Wing. No bloody privacy to stick a Silencing Charm up and have a wank. He wanted out.
That really wasn’t a good line of thought when Remus was under his bed. He shifted uncomfortably.
“Ow! You just stuck a spring in my back.”
“Then come out and talk to me. You’re invisible.”
“Prongs will know.”
“Tell him Pomfrey ordered you to stay here.”
“Can’t. She’ll order me out if she sees me. After Prongs’ performance yesterday.”
“Quidditch matters!”
“Precisely. Tell him that. Tell him it matters so much that he can’t risk having me play because - because.”
“Because what?”
“Because!”
“That’s not a proper answer, Remus. Be logical.”
There was a snort which shook the bed. “The match is only three days before the full moon. I might be feeling sick.”
“He only wants you as a reserve.”
“No point in having a reserve who can’t play. Do I look like the sort of idiot who hovers in a ring and gets things hit at him?”
“Well,” Sirius said thoughtfully, “you’re the right build for a Keeper. Gangly.”
“Gangly?”
Sirius smirked. “Alright. Lithe and lovely.”
“Padfoot.”
“Slim and sexy?”
There was a heavy silence. Then Remus said, his voice pained, “Sirius, far be it from me to query the strange machinations of your brain that pass for reasoned thought but are you actively trying to convince the entire school that we’re a couple? I appreciate that there isn’t much potential for pranking in here but it could get a little awkward.”
Sirius, content that Remus couldn’t see him, smirked. He had made his mind up. Remus was his. It was inevitable. So it wouldn’t hurt to wind him up a bit in the meantime.
“Would you rather I tried to find you a boyfriend?” he asked.
“No!” Remus yelped, jumping. “Ow.”
“Shush,” Sirius said. “Here comes Prongs.”
James burst into the ward, trailing mud and rain. His Quidditch robes were splattered with black sludge and his hair was so wet it actually sat flat.
“Alright!” he demanded, waving his broom. “Where is he?”
“Who?” Sirius asked.
“You know who.”
“Him? As far away from here as possible, I hope.”
James’ eyes narrowed. “You know who I mean. Moony. Remus Lupin. Gryffindor’s Third Reserve Keeper.”
“Since when?” Sirius demanded.
“Since half my team have the flu, the other half are likely to get it and we actually have a chance of beating Slytherin because their captain’s sick as a dog.”
“Narcissa?” Sirius said loftily. “They only made her captain because it’s a family tradition.”
“And because she can fucking well outfly every crappy Seeker Gryffindor can produce! Where’s Remus?”
“How should I know?” Sirius said belligerently. “I’m not allowed visitors any more because some crazy git came in and made a scene yesterday.”
James jabbed his broom towards the bed. “I want Remus.”
Sirius bit down the urge to snarl, Mine!. “I don’t know why. He’d be shite at it.”
The mattress bucked indignantly.
“I don’t care how shite he is. I need bodies in the air.”
“Raid a graveyard,” Sirius suggested and shut his eyes. “Now piss off. I’m an invalid. I need sleep.”
James snarled and stormed away.
“You’re feeling better, aren’t you?”
“Hate this place,” Sirius muttered. “Don’t come out yet. Prat thinks he’s cunning.”
Remus sighed. “I don’t want to play Quidditch. I like watching it. Not flying around in the dark. When it’s raining. And windy.”
“Best flying weather,” Sirius said wistfully. “Swap. I’ll play Keeper and you can stay here and be an invalid.”
“I’m not ill.”
“Minor detail.”
“Whereas you are very ill.”
“My temperature’s stayed down for fifteen hours. I’m bored.”
“Only boring people get bored,” Remus said primly.
Sirius bounced.
“Fuck! Cut it out, Padfoot!”
Sirius snickered. “Boring place. Full of boring people. Are you really wearing his cloak? Is it sticky?”
“I’m trying not to touch it with my bare skin.”
“Wise move. You don’t want to end up giving birth to loads of baby Pronglets.”
There was a pained silence. “Sirius. Please tell me I don’t have to explain the birds and the bees to you.”
“Nah.” Sirius said. “Though if you want to tell about the bees and the bees, I’m listening. Intently. You can have some points for Gryffindor every time you use the words throbbing, rod and thrust.”
“Have you been playing in the Restricted Section again?”
“Oh, yeah.”
“If you do anything inappropriate while I’m under this bed, I will be extremely unhappy.”
“Can I do something inappropriate with you in the bed?”
Remus gasped and Sirius thought, Shit. Went too far.
At that moment the door creaked open and James peered in.
“He’s still not here!” Sirius roared. “Fuck off!”
James slammed away and Sirius leant over the side of the bed. Remus had gone very quiet.
“Moony?” he said, peering into the shadows.
“Yes?” Remus said coolly.
Sirius rolled off the bed. The floor was pleasantly cool and he peered in nervously. “Sorry.”
“There’s nothing to apologise for.”
“Can I come in, then?”
Half of Remus’ face appeared. “In here?”
Sirius nodded.
Remus shuffled over. Sirius slid in beside him. There wasn’t much space under here and he had to lie flat on his back. Even so he could feel Remus’ warmth all down his side. He stared at the bedsprings and said, “I’m a git.”
“We love you anyway, you prat.”
Sirius felt the blood rise in his cheeks and something sharp and warm rolled through him. Nobody loved him. He knew Remus didn’t mean it like that but it was just - oh.
He blinked at the bedsprings and felt himself grin like an idiot. Of course. He didn’t just fancy Remus. He was in love with him. That explained everything.
“Sirius? You’ve gone quiet.”
“These are the most beautiful bedsprings in the world,” Sirius said stupidly.
There was a little pause and then Remus said, “Have you done a comparative study?”
If there had been room to turn over down here he would have hugged him. Instead he said, “Clean. Shiny. No dust. There’s loads of dust under my bed.”
“That’s because you charmed your trunk to shout abuse at the house elves.”
“I don’t want them in my stuff. Kreacher used to steal my mum’s knickers.”
“That’s disgusting.”
“Yeah,” Sirius said happily and felt about until he found Remus’ hand.
Remus curled his fingers around his in return and they lay there quietly for a while. Then Remus said, “Sirius?”
“Yeah?”
“If Prongs isn’t looking for me anymore, there’s no reason to hide under the bed.”
“Suppose not,” Sirius said sleepily. He was feeling grey again.
“So we could get out.”
“Can’t. My legs have gone fuzzy.”
“Oh,” Remus said. “Should I get Pomfrey?”
“Probably,” Sirius said wistfully.
Remus squeezed his hand and then crawled out from under the bed.
Sirius beamed at the bedsprings and went to sleep.