Imagine falling asleep next to Sirius on the couch in the common room and waking up to him looking at you. There would be something strange in the way he looked at you, something warm and caring, but as soon as he noticed you looking back at him he’d put on his usual cool attitude. “Pity that I had that much fire whiskey, I’d love to know how I managed to get you fall asleep next to me”
You sat curled up in one of the enormous lounge chairs in the common room, reading a book and cuddling a box of tissues. The seasonal devil of sickness had gotten to you and now you were going to be sniffling in all your classes. Not only that, but to even consider getting out of bed you had to put on three sweaters. It’s a good thing Remus basically lived next door.
By some miracle, good ol’ Shrimpy (otherwise known as Remus J. Lupin) had grown to be 6 feet tall in the last few years, allowing you to layer an extra two of his sweaters over yours and comfortably navigate he drafty castle.
Just as you turned the page- hoping dearly that Achilles and Patroclus would finally be allowed happiness- your book was snatched out of your hands. You frowned and glared up at the 6'2 monster towering above you. “What on Earth possessed you to do that?” You growled, snatching your book from his hand and carefully marking the page you were to continue on to. In the near silence of the common room you couldn’t help but notice as Remus grumbled something under his breath.
“Would you like to share with the class?” You prompted, standing and putting your hands on your hips.
“I said that that is my sweater,” Remus accused.
“Yes, it is,” You agreed, looking down at the dark grey sweater hanging to your thighs.
“I almost missed breakfast looking for it.”
You smiled slightly and shrugged, reaching for a tissue to wipe your running nose. “I’m sorry, but as you can see it’s for a good cause,” You said, settling back in your chair.
After a quiet Remus-like sigh he joined you, sitting down in the chair next to yours. “We missed you down at dinner,” He said, pulling out a little napkin and unrolling it. Inside was a slightly crushed berry tart. You smiled.
“Is that so?”
“Of course,” He nodded, passing the treat over and then relaxing in his chair.