You look so self-possessed
I won't disturb your rest
It's lovely when you're sleeping
But wide awake is best.
Wake up and make love with me
Wake up and make love
Wake up and make love with me
I don't want to make you
I'll let the fancy take you
And you'll wake up and make love
Tuesday 24th January 1978
7:50 AM
James woke them on Tuesday morning, calling through the curtains,
“Oi, Padfoot, get up! Nearly eight, you lazy sod.”
“I’ve got a free study day, arsehole, piss off.” Sirius groaned in reply, burying his head under his pillow.
“You’ll miss breakfast!”
“Urrgh.”
“Fine, starve then.” James replied. Then, “Seen Moony? His bed’s empty - don’t think he should be off on his own, do you?”
“Err…” Sirius lifted the pillow from his face, and looked at Remus, raising an eyebrow in question.
Remus stared back in panic. Ok, James knew but so far they’d managed to avoid his having any actual encounters with their relationship. Remus was very particular about it; he didn’t want to be gawked at. He wanted to prove that everything was just the same as before, and that meant that what happened between him and Sirius in private ought to be kept… well, private. He’d been fastidious about bed sharing, making sure to get up early and creep back to his own bed, or else rumple his bedsheets and head straight for the shower. But it was the full moon, and he was slower than usual.
“Probably gone for breakfast, mate.” Sirius called back. He shrugged at Remus.
“Yeah maybe…” James agreed, “...Oh, hang on, I’ll check the map, he's left it on his bedside table!”
Remus slapped his head, astounded by his own stupidity.
“I’m in here, James!” He shouted, quickly, feeling himself turn red with embarrassment.
“Oh!” They heard James stop still, just outside the bed curtains, “Oh… er, right, of course! Sorry, I… er… didn’t think…” His steps receded quickly, towards the door, “Sorry lads… er… see you later, eh?” The door slammed shut.
Sirius snorted with laughter as Remus crawled under the sheets as if he could escape the embarrassment there.
“Oh, come on,” Sirius laughed, trying to pull the sheets back, “It wasn’t that bad…”
“It’s horrible.” Remus replied, burying himself further, “I’ll never be able to look him in the eye again!”
Sirius crawled under the sheets too, chasing him.
“It’s not like we were doing anything - you’ve still got your pyjamas on!”
“ Prongs doesn’t know that!” Remus retorted, sitting cross legged, facing Sirius. It was like they were under their own little tent now, and reminded Remus of camping. That was such a nice memory that he felt a bit calmer. Even better; Sirius always held his hand when they were hidden away like this, and he reached out now, playing with Remus’s long, scarred fingers as though they were precious treasure.
