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A Hundred Kisses

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"Is Padfoot still asleep?" James looks at Remus, grabbing his little bag of toiletries. Remus looks over at Sirius' bed. The dark red curtains are closed around it. "Let him sleep some more," Remus says, "We can wake him up when we get back. You coming, Pete?"

"I can't find my toothpaste!" Peter sighs in exasperation. "You can share mine. Come on." Remus says. James wraps and arm around Peter's neck as they walk into the bathrooms.

Sirius is still asleep when they return. "What a lazy ass," James rolls his eyes, striding towards his bed. He throws the curtains open. "Wake up, Padf-"

"Eeeeee," Peter yells, jumping on the bed. When he sits up, he looks baffled. "Padfoot?"

The bed is empty. Or it was, until Peter jumped on it. He sits alone among ruffled sheets, half choking a book that's peeking out from under Sirius' pillow. "Do you think he woke up while we were gone?" James asks, frowning.

"I think he left before we woke up." Remus turns to the other boys in the dorm. "Did you guys see Sirius?"

"No, sorry," one boy says. The others simply shake their heads. Remus frowns to himself as he puts his things away.

"He's probably in the Great Hall," James says, walking over to Remus. "Let's go."

To everyone's relief, Sirius is sitting in their usual spot at the Gryffindor table, his head leaning on his hands, elbows resting on the table. He doesn't notice them until they walk right up to him and James calls his name.

"Oh, hey," he blinks several times, turning to look at them. James and Remus sit on either side of him, and Peter sits down next to Remus.

"You okay?" James asks him.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Woke up early and didn't know what to do... so I just thought of waiting for you here." Sirius smiles, more at the table than any of them. Remus watches him for a minute, having picked up the small slur to his words. Sirius makes a point of not meeting his eyes, keeping his face mostly turned towards James.

When food is served, Remus reaches for the teapot like he always does. He nudges Sirius to move his cup closer. Sirius slowly pushes it towards Remus, who pours him some tea. "You want some, Pete?" He asks Peter, who points at his mug of coffee. Something like nu shanksh comes out of his mouth, which is too busy accommodating at least two thirds of a sandwich to form words. "Means no thanks," Sirius helpfully translates for Remus.

Remus watches Sirius lift his cup to his lips, but a rather sharp jerk of his arm spills almost a third of the liquid on the table. "Whoa," James says from beside him, carefully removing the cup from his hands. Remus vanishes the tea with a quick wave of his wand.

"I... I'm sorry," Sirius says shakily. "It's okay," Remus tells him gently, "Have you burnt yourself?"

"No, it didn't spill on me," Sirius replies softly. His words come out slow, almost lazy. "Damned butterfingers," he huffs in what should be laughter, but sounds like a tired sigh instead.

"Here, let me fill that up for you," Remus smiles at him, pouring some more tea into his cup. "Be careful," he tells Sirius when he reaches for the mug again. Sirius' eyes close as he tastes the warm tea, his pale cheeks getting washed over in the lightest layer of rosy pink. Opening his eyes, he sits up a little straighter. "Thanks for clearing it up, Moony." He tells Remus, "What would I do without you?"

"Get yourself permanent residence at St. Mungo's, probably," James scoffs.

The remainder of breakfast passes relatively uneventfully, with Remus asking Sirius to please eat just one more slice of toast. Of course his efforts are in vain. Once Sirius makes up his mind about something, he thinks of it no more. Especially when it comes to eating.