Dont Wanna Miss a Thing

Author: Roisin
Title: Don\'t wanna miss a thing
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Disclaimer: Not mine, JKR\'s. No profit made, so please don\'t sue
Rating: R? I think

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The darkness surrounds the beds in the boys dormitories in the Gryffindor tower, and all but one of the five boys that shared the room were asleep. Remus Lupin lay awake, staring up into blackness so intense he wasn’t really sure that his eyes were open, except for the fact they didn’t feel closed. Thoughts chased each other round and round his head, like a dog chasing its tail, some were the normal, random thoughts that everyone gets in bed, but most involved one person. That person was one of his two best friends in the world, Sirius Black. Remus sighed, an action that he had performed a lot throught the day, with the effect of James asking him if he was all right or if he needed to go to the hospital wing. Naturally he’d told James that he was fine. He wouldn’t even know how to begin telling James his feelings for Sirius, so it was best not to try. But then again there were certain things that Sirius did, a glance, a movement, a word, that hinted at more than close friendship. These moments were so swift in there passing that Remus was sure that he just imagined them. He released a sigh and turned onto his side, as though he could escape his turbulent thoughts by those small movements. It seemed to take an age for his head to become quiet enough for him to fall asleep.

The sun shone gloriously through the windows of the common room the next morning, leaving golden rectangles on the floor as it rose higher in the chill, blue, early morning winter sky. Remus entered from the dorms on Saturday morning feeling bleary eyed and looking pale from a lack of sleep the previous night. Glancing about he saw James, Peter and Sirius sitting about waiting for him, and no one else, above second year, was to be seen. He’d forgotten it was a Hogsmede weekend.

“There he is! C’mon Moony, if we don’t go now we’ll never have enough time to get what we need and have a drink or five.” James called over cheerfully.

Remus smiled serenely back. “Good morning to you to Prongs. Morning Wormtail, Padfoot.”

He finished speaking as they climbed out the portrait hole, and only just caught Peters returned “Good Morning”

Unusually Sirius didn’t speak as they left the castle and stepped into the bright, if not exactly warm, sunshine. James was talking animatedly to Peter in the lead, and Sirius was walking along side them with Remus trailing a stride or so behind, the way it always was. However Remus soon noticed that Sirius kept glancing his way when he thought that Remus wasn’t looking. For a while Remus worried that, in the short time he had been asleep, he had allowed some his thoughts to leak out in mutterings of his feverish dreams.

“Stop talking so much Sirius, I’m gonna have to put a silencing charm on you soon. What’s wrong?\" Remus had to query this strange change in his friends behavior

And that was something else worth noting, in private conversation both he and Sirius used each other’s names, not their nicknames.

“It’s nothing. You just seem really pale and out of sorts. It’s not near the full moon is it?” the concern in Sirius\'s Voice was palpable in the atmosphere.

“No, no. I didn’t sleep well last night, that’s all. I had a lot on my mind.”

So that was it, Remus could have laughed aloud with relief. He turned, grinning, to Sirius, prepared to laugh along with him, but what he saw and felt when he looked in the other youth’s eye’s stopped him short. The moment locked them, neither breaking the contact, and Remus felt that Sirius could read his mind and tell why he hadn’t slept. He wasn’t sure, but he thought he saw an echo of his feelings in those dark depths. He knew at that point he needed to speak to Sirius, alone. Out ahead of them James had spotted Lily Evans, and he turned and called to them.

“Come on you two! Don’t dawdle\"

The moment was lost and they both turned and followed James and Peter up the street towards Dervish and Bangs.

The chance to get Sirius alone didn’t come along until long after the Hogsmede visit, which had been the weekend before the Christmas holidays. This had allowed Remus to both build up his courage to tell Sirius and to talk himself out of telling him at the same time. But now they were all back at Hogwarts, and Remus planned to do it that night. James would be at Quidditch practice that night and Peter would have gone to watch him. The fifth male in the dorm would be, as always, spending as much of the night as possible in the Library, so the Dorm would be empty, which was perfect. Remus smiled with a hestitant joy as he turned the corner out of the charms corridor to take a short cut back to the tower before dinner, to change and put the books of the four friends back, and ran straight into a pack of Slytherins, including one Severus Snape. His happy smile had soon found reason to fade. It soon became clear that Snape wasn’t the leader of the group as he had pointed Remus out to a burly looking male. The group advanced swiftly, and before Remus had even had a chance to fully react he heard the Slytherin shout “Expelleramus” and he felt his wand leave his hand and his body hit the wall, his head connecting with the hard stone with a dull thud.

He looked about him, his vision and mind swimming from the impact, searching for any aid, but this corridor was hardly ever used. He located his wand though, it had flowen into the charms corridor, and with painfull movements he attempted to collect it. He had only crept forward about a meter before a low rumbling grunt was heard, and once again he flew through the air to connect solidly with the hard stone brickwork. As his brain clouded and his vision tunnelled he heard the mocking jeers of the Slytherin group, and tensed, waiting for what ever was to come next.

It never came. There was scuffling and cries. A shadow loomed over him. Then the dark claimed his brain.

He came round just a short time later to find Sirius crouched over him, concern etched into his dark eyes, and he heard what could only be James at the end of the corridor, directing people away. Briefly Remus wondered what had happened, but then decided that he really didn’t want to know. He got the feeling that the Slytherin Gang had got a few more hits in, he felt pain all over his body.

“It’s alright Remus, Peters gone to get McGonagall. Those Slytherins’ll get what they deserve. James!” Why did Sirius have to be so loud? Remus knew he was trying to be soothing, but even so... “He’s awake. I’m gonna take him back to the Dorm, bring McGonagall up will you?”

“Sure. I’ll join you up there as soon as she gets here.” Came the worried response from the shadow blocked the corridor.

Remus found himself hauled to his feet and all but carried to the dorms by Sirius. His head cleared enough on the walk back for him to realise that this was his chance to talk to Sirius alone, and that he was currently in very close contact. He unconsciously leaned in a little, and felt Sirius tighten his arm about his waist. When they arrived in the dorms Sirius lowered him carefully to the bed, but when Sirius turned to leave to get some water, Remus held him back. Concerned, Sirius lent in close, and Remus noticed something flit behind his eye’s, which remus decided to take as a good sign. “Remus, what’s wrong?” Sirius\'s voice was still filled with concern.

Remus took a deep breath before answering “Nothing”

Before either of them had a chance to think about it he leant in close to Sirius, sliding a hand behind his head, and allowing his lips to meet the other boys gently. Sirius’s lips were as soft as he had imagined them to be and he kissed them gently. At first there was no response, and as Remus began to move away he supposed he could always blame it on the head injury, but then his movement away from Sirius came to an abrupt halt as Sirius’s hand moved to his shoulder after travelling up his back, and held him there. Remus winced slightly as the cuts and abrasions upon his tender flesh hurt at even the feather light touch of Sirius, but he recovered quickly enough to lean in kiss Sirius more deeply. His tongue moved to flicker at the slightly open mouth before sliding between the lips to allow even closer contact. He was relieved when he felt Sirius respond as enthusiastically as himself, even Sirius’s touch remained feather light so as to cause as much pleasure as possible and to prevent him from feeling any further pain.

They remained there, locked into an eternity of pleasure for them that lasted merely seconds in the real world. They were interrupted by the dormitory door flying open, and in a fraction of a second they were apart. Sirius muttered something about getting some water, and Remus turned to see James and Peter standing in the doorway. Peter looked as if someone had hit him with Petrificus Totalus, but James was sporting a very large grin. Professor McGonagall swept into the room just after Sirius had left it, and took in the condition of the visible parts of Remus’s body (which now included his chest and back, as Sirius had somehow managed to remove his robes with out him noticing before they had been interrupted.) Scratches marked the whole of the tender flesh of his back, criss-crossing where he had met the wall twice, and there were some marks on his chest from secondary hits by the slytherins in the ensueing battle. Luckily Sirius had just arrived back with a basin of water and Murtlap essence, and even as Professor McGonagall inspected him at closer quarters Sirius began to bathe the wounds with it, revieling how deep the actually were.

“How do you feel Remus?” McGonagall asked, her voice was softened from its normal strict tones, but anger burned at the edges of it.

“Battered, Bruised and with an extremely bad head.” Remus managed to answer.

“Shaken as well I’ll bet. I can’t say I blame you. What happened?”

Remus told her the story, flashing grateful glances at Sirius whenever he could. He often received a slight grin in returned as the dried blood came off and any fresh blood was prevented from running down his body. McGonagalls face become both harder and more compassionate at the same time as he told her all he knew, and the thought that what her face showed was impossible flashed through his mind. Sirius, James and Peter told their parts in the story after Remus had got as far as he remembered and, once they had finished, Professor McGonagall swept from the room looking like she was containing all the destructive force of a tornado. She was that mad that she hadn’t even suggested that one of them take him up to the hospital wing. Not that he minded.

“I wouldn’t like to be one of those Slytherins about now.” James laughed, then turned his full attention to Remus and Sirius. “I was starting wonder how long it would take you two as well.”

Remus turned to look at James, his jaw hanging slack with astonishment, unaware that Sirius had a very similar expression on his face. Remus felt the other boy’s hand come to rest upon his shoulder.

“What do you mean?” Remus’s voice shook slightly

“It was obvious that you liked each other” James paused as Peter left the room looking disgusted. “The looks, movements, even the way you spoke to each other. Lots of small things like that. Oh, and Remus was talking in his sleep after you went downstairs on the last Hogsmede weekend Sirius. Lets hope that what I just witnessed the end of wasn’t concussion.” He winked ever so slightly at them. “I’m gonna go calm Peter down, I don’t think he took the shock very well. Lets just hope he\'s not homophobic...”

With that James strode confidently from the room, humming something suspiciously similar to ‘here comes the bride’. Neither Sirius or Remus moved in the silence that followed for a good few minutes, and even then they just turned to look blankly at each other. Eventually Remus opened his mouth to speak, but he was prevented from forming any words by Sirius, who’s voice shook as he formed the words. “It’s not just the concussion, is it, Remus?”

The dark eye’s Remus knew so well searched his face, looking for some sort of an answer, a despirate hope alive in them. A bellow that sounded suspiciously like James echoed up from the common room, but the pair up in the dorm ignored it. Still Remus gave no answer, but gazed serenely back. He could see Sirius was starting to worry, but before it could even turn into a fully fledged niggling doubts Remus had slid his hand gently up the contours of Sirius’s back, and he felt the muscles react to him, and Sirius moved in so that there lips met. Remus winced once again as the pain of the lacerations on his back flickered even under the gentile caress of his partner, and Sirius pulled back, concerned.

“Don’t worry about it, they’re mainly superficial, they heal soon enough” Remus was quick to reasure Sirius.

Any more protest’s were silenced as Remus’s lips once more found Sirius’s, and the other boy laid him gently on the bed. Remus gasped slightly as Sirius’s lips moved softly down his neck, his hands gently caressing Remus’s injured torso in a similar way to the manor in which Remus caressed him. As night fell swiftly Remus found sleep was quick to take a hold of him. They had missed Dinner, but he didn’t care, and he soon found himself arranged with Sirius’s arms protecting him from the world. The last thing he remembered before sleep over took his weary body and mind was Sirius whispering to him, telling him to sleep, that nothing would hurt him, and a kiss was placed upon his head. A contented sigh escaped from his lips, this was even more perfect than he’d hoped or dreamed.