Wolfstar And Drarry Oneshots

I'm Not Short 🧡

Summary: Where Remus has been the shortest of the Marauders but then a growth spurt hits over the summer.

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Remus sat on the windowsill in Gryffindor's common room with his sketchbook draped lazily across his lap and a pencil held loosely in his left hand. The snow fell gently. Remus' deep amber eyes darted over his drawing, tilting his head slightly. He couldn't tell if he liked the portrait.

"Remmy?" A soft voice came from behind him. Remus hummed and looked up to find Sirius grinning at him like a fool from above. "Hullo," Remus laughed, putting away the sketchbook. He didn't want Sirius to see it since it would be his birthday present. Since he's not the wealthiest family out there, he can't exactly buy him anything. So the short boy decided to make it.

Sirius pecked his cheek and sat down next to Remus. He entwined their fingers together and brought them into his lap. "Whatcha drawing?"

Remus rested his head on Sirius' shoulder. Even though he was often teased because of how small he was, his shortness had its perks. "Can't tell you it's a surprise." (if you get the reference ily)

Sirius snorted and shook his head jokingly. "You and your secrets, Moons."

"I try."

Smiling, Sirius glided his thumb over the back of Remus' hand soothingly. If it was close to the full, Remus was sure he would have fallen asleep by now. The moon always made him exhausted, but luckily it was still a little over a week away.

"C'mon love," Sirius whispered. "It's dark out, we can go to bed and cuddle if you want."

Remus hummed. The offer was tempting but the feeling of not wanting to walk was also tempting.

As if Sirius could read his thoughts he gathered the sleepy werewolf in his arms and easily walked up the few steps to the dorm. Remus flushed brightly and buried his face into the crook of Sirius's neck. 

"You're so short and small," Sirius laughed lightly. Remus rolled his eyes, knowing he was the second shortest of the Marauders.

"'M not short!"

The dorm was empty, James and Peter off to get snacks and drinks for their yearly we-survived-another-year-at-Hogwarts-without-getting-expelled-and-turned-into-mice-by-McGonagall day, which always took place the night before they headed home for the summer.

Remus also never slept that night cause he couldn't stop worrying about Sirius going home to his family, but now that fear has gone since he's with the Potters now.

Sirius tucked the sleepy, cute boy under the covers and climbed in next to him. Remus snuggled into the silver-eyed boy's naked chest, tracing the few tattoos there.

"How long till we start celebrating?" Remus mumbled, already dozing off.

"Don't worry, love. You can sleep for a few hours." That was all the confirmation the smaller boy needed before falling into a much-needed sleep.

Since he wasn't very tired, Sirius let Remus sleep on his chest while he threaded his fingers through his soft tawny hair while going through their prank ideas journal (the only reading he willing does for). James and Peter came back about two hours later, much longer than they planned 'cause James got caught up in attempting to serenade Lily with his arms full of food.

The two stumbled into the dorm and dumped the food on Peter's bed. James spun around and opened his mouth to say something but was immediately hushed by Sirius.

"Shut it you twat, Rem's sleeping." James' mouth formed an 'o' as he looked at the sleeping boy, deciding to leave him alone. That was one of the few rules the Marauders had. Protect Remus (and never wake him unless you want to be kicked in the balls. Well besides Sirius. He'd never hurt him, even when half asleep).