Chasing Time (sirius black)

Block Me Out

A pillow to the face woke Sirius up. Grunting, he swatted it away to reveal Prongs above him. "What?"

"Practice, mate." His best friend whispered, ruffling Sirius's hair before scooting out of sight.

Rubbing  his eyes, Sirius began to regret joining the Quidditch team as he  usually did every Saturday morning. Bloody mental Prongs and his insane  practice times. It was Saturday, in their 7th year, they should be sleeping in, enjoying the morn -

Sheets shifting on his right caught his attention and he turned his head to see a sight that simultaneously comforted him and made  his blood boil. Mads was fast asleep on her side, mouth open and  drooling, with Moony buried in her hair, an arm resting on her waist.

Both  laid fully clothed on top of the bed, a light blanket thrown over their  legs but it had been kicked away during the night. Sirius hadn't put it  on them so he assumed Prongs had done it.

On one hand, Moony would be the only one he trusted to care for Mads in the way she needed. On the other...Mads was his.

The rational part of him knew this was not true, never would be true, but another more feral side of him growled at the thought of anyone moving in on Mads, even Moony.

His  brain didn't always make sense but the feeling was there and it was  difficult to rationalize with it. Shaking his thoughts out, he rolled  out of bed towards the two sleeping 7th years and went to make his way  to the bathroom. A grip on his wrist stopped him and he looked down to  find a bleary eyed Mads holding tight.

"Where  going?" She mumbled, trying to blink away the sleep, pulling his wrist  towards her chest. She cradled it like a favorite stuffed toy, squeezing  her eyes shut against the morning light.

"Practice, love.  Go back to sleep." Gently, Sirius pried her claws off of him and knelt  down to her level. Mads hummed grumpily and nestled her face into the  pillow.

"Tell J'my no." The sleepy girl muttered. "Stupid J'my"

A  small grin spread on his face at her protesting him leaving, her hand  blindly reaching out for him again. He captured it and she immediately  threaded her fingers through his, holding on tight. "I'll see you at  breakfast, love. Keep Moony warm for me, yeah?"

Her eyes  flew open at that, blinking hard at him. Confused, she tried to orient  herself, looking around the room. He watched as the realization hit her  that she was, once again, in their dorm and not her own. She frowned at  her predicament as Moony pulled her closer to his chest and mumbled into  her hair. "Bof o' you, sh't it."

A blush spread across  Mads's cheeks but she made no move to escape Moony's grasp. Sirius felt  contentment flowing through the bond and he shoved down the spike of  jealousy from himself. She scoffed, closing her eyes again. "He's  keeping me warm, fucking furnace like you."

Squeezing  her hand, he gently shook her off and made his way to the bathroom to  take a piss before heading out. Prongs was changing into his practice  kit when he entered. He raised a brow at Sirius while pulling on a sock.  "Moony still breathing?"

"He hasn't suffocated in her  hair yet if that's what you're talking about." Sirius relieved himself  then flung off his sleep trousers to put on his own kit.

Prongs  frowned for a second but continued dressing. "Not what I meant." He  stopped then shook his head. "You both are bloody mental. Why exactly aren't you together?"

"She  doesn't want to be with me, Prongs. Pretty simple." Sirius, now  dressed, strolled to the sink to brush the arse taste out of his mouth.

"So she'll sleep in Moony's bed and you're fine  with that?" He looked at Sirius with disbelief. The tendril of jealous  was worming it's way back into Sirius's brain at Prongs's question. No he wasn't fine with it but -