Wolfstar Oneshots For The Soul

Not Sick

SummarY: Shitty sick-fic I wrote at 12:30am on an online school night because i'm a peice of sleep deprivationef.

an yways I figured we need more sirius sick-denier and less sirius drama queen while sick. abusive families affect this hsit and that smy psa.

Authors Notes: I told myself to not change these from ao3 so i'm low key embarrassed but: om sorry

It was the start of winter break, Peter had to go home to attend a funeral (Lovely hey?) and James figured if Remus, Sirius, and himself stayed at hogwarts the transformation would be easier. Remus agreed with the previous, and Sirius didn't quite have the liberty of going home. It was twelve eleven and Remus and James had been sitting in the common room after breakfast waiting for Sirius so they could, well, do something other than sit.


"Where is he?" The bronze-skinned boy huffed somehow being further engulphed into the couch.
"We should go wake him up shouldn't we?" Remus asked lazily.
James nodded standing up.
Remus sighed. "I didn't actually mean it" he whined being pulled off the couch. Remus was far taller, but James prided himself in his arm strength, all the pushups for Evans attention, or maybe it was the quidditch training, probably a bit of both.
The boys trudged up the stairs, Remus was dragging his feet like a sloth, he didn't usually get this lethargic, it was just so easy to be when there were no responsibilities. They had a tradition of getting all their homework done the first day of winter break. It was a painful day, yet totally worth it to have the rest of the break off.
"Sirius?" James asked opening the door to their dorm room. No reply.
"Gotta be a little louder I guess" The brunette whispered.
"SIRIUS?" James shouted causing Remus to jump slightly.
"That's one way to do it" Remus snickered sarcastically.
"mm 'wake" a quiet voice mumbled from inside Sirius' four-poster bed.
"Sounds like it" James replied with a chuckle.
"Potter" A voice called. It was Lily. James' jaw practically dropped.
"I'll be right back-" he said darting out of the room before either boys could protest. James probably wouldn't have left if he'd stayed for a couple more seconds, but from his perspective Sirius just sounded groggy, we're not going to rip on everyones favourite mom-friend right now.


"Sirius?" Remus said tentatively drawing the curtains back.
There was only a lump in the covers.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah" Sirius pulled the covers of his head regretting it immediately. "Enjoying the freedom to sleep in" He said with a grin. His voice sounded hoarse. His eyes were watery and had large bags underneath them, his nose was pink and his skin looked like the thinnest kind of paper out there, what kind of paper is the thinnest? Well, whatever it is, that's what it looks like.
"You look like a vampire" Remus replied.
"Ouch, Thanks" Sirius said trying to prop himself up on his elbows but awkwardly collapsing back down.
"You're sick" Remus concluded.
Sirius violently shook his head. "no I'm fine- I really... I'm good" he muttered quickly. "Should we head for breakfast?"
"Padfoot" Remus laughed. "It's twelve sixteen" He said glancing at his watch. "It'll be lunch in fourteen minutes"
Sirius' eyes widened. "Oh" he mumbled. "Well I should get changed" He attempted to laugh but it became a cough.
"C'mon let's get you to the hospital wing" Remus said softly.
Sirius shook his head quickly. "I'm- I don't- not sick" he said his nose was clearly stuffed up and it made his voice sound younger. Remus couldn't help but think it was cute. They'd been awkwardly flirting for a couple of months but neither could tell if the other was actually flirting or just being, well, there wasn't really an explanation, yet.
"Okay, let's get lunch then" Remus smiled standing up. It was mean to fool the boy like this but he would cling to the sheets if he knew he was headed to the hospital wing. Sirius nodded and stood up, he immediately felt his head get insanely heavy and he grabbed one of the posts of his four poster.
"Are you going to admit your sick now?" Remus teased.
"'m fine" Sirius mumbled.
Remus rolled his eyes. "Get back in bed dork"
"not sick" Sirius repeated letting go of the post. "Let's go"
"You're in pyjamas" Remus pointed out.
"Fuck" He mumbled "Turn around"
"Don't flatter yourself Black wasn't planning on looking"
"Oh piss off" Sirius croaked sliding into jeans. "Can I borrow a sweater?" Sirius asked suddenly.
Remus cocked an eyebrow. "You in a sweater? Can I ask why?"
Sirius made a little face -fuck he was so cute- "'m cold" he muttered.