Breakfast in Bed
Author: Tressa Cho
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Challenge & Summary: Challenge FM19: Breakfast in bed
Dinner that night was surprisingly uneventful, considering James and Sirius had managed single-handedly to Charm every single Slytherin girl’s skirt see-through simultaneously throughout the school. Remus had to admit, a plan like that required strategic planning and assiduous placement of charms, but most of the Slytherin girls, especially the younger ones, didn’t even know who the Marauders were.
It seemed like overkill.
Remus put a fork full of potatoes into his mouth, taking care not to spill anything on his Arithmancy notes. Sirius and James were still snickering over their victory, and Peter was looking warily between them and the Slytherin table. The House was remarkably quiet for the dinner hour. Peter nudged James.
“They’re staring right at us.”
James and Sirius turned around. Remus saw their shoulders hunched with the prospect of a hex or curse. Nothing happened, but they turned quickly back to their plates.
“Yeah, they’re not talking either. Weird.” James cast a furtive glance over his shoulder. “I wonder what they’re up to.”
“Revenge, most likely,” Sirius said, the thrill of promise in his voice. If the Slytherins took revenge, it practically gave James and Sirius free reign to strike back. Remus rolled his eyes and shoveled another fork laden with potatos into his mouth. Something crunched against his molars, but he didn’t think anything of it. Probably just some charred skin or something. Still…
“Do the potatoes taste funny to any of you?” Remus asked.
“What, like James’ mum?” Sirius snickered. James punched his shoulder, and Sirius elbowed him in the gut.
“No… it’s…” Remus frowned. Suddenly he didn’t feel so well. He placed his fork down beside his plate and leaned forward slightly.
“I think I’m going to go lie down,” Remus said shakily, gathering up his notes with trembling hands. As he stood, his felt eyes on him. He glanced at the Slytherin table, and saw Snape staring intensely. His face was completely devoid of any emotion, but he seemed pleased somehow. The Slytherins around him sat angled towards him, as if they had been listening closely to a story of his, yet they all stared at Remus.
By now the room was starting to wobble slightly.
“Remus.” Sirius’ voice seemed to come from very far away. Remus turned towards it, but Sirius was just a blur. “Remus!” Remus stumbled over his own feet. The Sirius-blur leapt clear over the table and caught him, one hand at his elbow, the other solidly around his waist. “Remus, what is it?” His breath was hot against the other boy’s neck.
“I’m going to be sick,” Remus said, quite clearly. The room stopped spinning and pain suddenly flared in his stomach. “I’m going to be very, very sick,” he said in disbelief. He realized his legs were moving. Sirius was guiding him to the first floor bathroom.
“Not all over your homework you’re not, hang on, almost there,” Sirius grunted, alternately pulling and shoving at Remus to get him to move. “Move,” Sirius barked at a third year just coming out of the bathroom. The student scurried out of the way, and Sirius shouldered a stall open. Remus fell to his knees before a toilet and violently heaved the contents of his stomach into it.
“Oh shit. Shit…” Sirius hissed. “Here, move your homework.” The parchments were taken from Remus’ hands. He heard them hiss across the floor as Sirius slid them somewhere away. Remus leaned forward on shaking arms, gasping into the bowl. Cool hands swept across his forehead, pushing hair back out of his face. “Oh Merlin, you’re burning up. Are you sick?”
“No, Sirius, I’m sitting here because I like studying in the toilet,” Remus grunted weakly. The initial purge had taken away some of the pain, but it was growing again, gathering on the left side of his guts and piercing. “Ah. It hurts,” he moaned, one hand pressing hard on the spot.
“Pads?” James’ voice rang out against the tiles in the room.
“Prongs, go get Madame Pomfrey,” Sirius’ voice answered.
“Er, this is the boy’s bathroom.”
“Just do it!” Sirius growled, one hand on Remus’ back, the other closed over Remus’ own. When no answer came, Remus assumed James had left. “You’re shaking bad, are you cold?”
Remus nodded desperately. Suddenly he was freezing. But he was sweating too, which didn’t make sense. Sirius’ robe fell over his shoulders. Remus clutched at it as Sirius wrapped his arms around Remus.
“You’re going to be all right, this’ll pass…”
“Sirius I’m going to throw up again,” Remus warned shakily. Sirius didn’t have time to let go as Remus jerked forward again, retching and coughing into the toilet.
“Ow, ow, shit. Ow, Moony. Oh, Merlin.” Sirius’ arm was wedged tightly between Remus’ body and the porcelain bowl before him.
“Sorry, sorry,” Remus whispered. Sirius conjured a cool, wet cloth and pressed it to Remus’ lips.
“Shh, don’t be sorry. Godammit where did James go? Can you stand?”
Remus shook his head, still leaning far over the toilet.
“Are you done?”
“I don’t think so,” Remus gasped. His stomach flared, and he dry-heaved into the toilet. “Oh Merlin,” he choked.
“Right.” Sirius smoothed a hand across the shaking boy’s back and leaned forward. “I’ll carry you, come on.” Remus allowed himself to be maneuvered as Sirius got an arm under his knees and the other around his back. Sirius hefted him into the air, and started towards the Infirmary as quickly as he could manage.
“Moony?” Cool fingers trailed across his forehead. Remus turned to the touch and opened his eyes. Sirius stared at him. He was sitting on the floor, his chin resting on one arm.
Remus opened his mouth to speak, but his voice cracked. He winced, and Sirius leapt up to get him a glass of water. He held the glass steady while Remus drank, and then resumed his position at the bedside. “What happened?” Remus asked, not minding the absent teasing of his bangs.
“You passed out on the way to the Infirm, and then -- ” Sirius clamped his jaw shut, and his hand twitched against the bed. “You stopped breathing.” Remus stared at Sirius’ face, paler than usual and haggard from a sleepless night. “Madame Pomfrey says you ingested silver. The massive allergic reaction closed your esophagus. You threw up blood while you were unconscious.”
What scared Remus the most wasn’t the idea that he had almost died, but the look on Sirius’ face as he spoke. It was dead, so very different than his normal, animated expressions. The look he wore when talking about his family.
“Don’t be silly Pads, I… haven’t… eaten any silver,” Remus said, confused. Distract him.
“Dumbledore looked at your dinner plate. Someone mixed silver shavings into your potatoes.” Sirius’ face paled even further. “It’s my fault. The Slytherins were taking revenge on me, but they used you. Snape all but confessed. He said to think twice before crossing the Slytherins again. Oh Merlin, Moony, I’m so sorry. It’s all my fault.” Sirius dropped his forehead onto the bed sheets, curling his hands around his hair and twisting his fingers in. Remus missed the presence of the other’s hand acutely as he digested the information.
He let his eyes wander, and they rested upon small flecks of red splattered on Sirius’ sleeves. “Sirius, are you bleeding?”
Sirius lifted his head and stared woodenly at the red. “No. I had to hold you up so you wouldn’t choke. Madame Pomfrey couldn’t do anything; she just said to let you purge yourself.” Remus swallowed hard, looking at Sirius’ hollow eyes.
“I’m not dead,” he finally whispered. He watched as Sirius turned away from him.
“But you almost were. Merlin, Moony… if you had died…” he cut himself off sharply. He twisted on the floor and slammed his back against the nightstand beside the bed. The water pitcher and tumblers rattled. “It would have been my fault. Merlin!” Sirius slapped his palms over his eyes, the noise loud in the hushed Infirmary. Sirius moaned low in his throat, his agony reverberating through Remus’ chest.
Remus carefully pushed back the covers on the bed and swung his legs over the side. He slowly lowered himself to kneel in front of Sirius, and leaned forward. He gently tugged Sirius’ hands away from the boy’s face. Sirius shifted and pulled Remus down against him, wrapping his arms around the other tightly. Remus squeezed back just as hard. He felt like his ribs would give out at any moment, but it was worth it.
Sirius let out a shaky breath and buried his face in the crook of Remus’ neck. “To think… I almost couldn’t do this again…” His breath rushed hot and humid over Remus’ skin. “I love you. I love you. I love you. I don’t tell you enough, and I almost didn’t get to say it again. I love you.” Sirius shook against him.
Remus carefully untangled himself, pulling back just enough to grip Sirius’ head between his hands. He tilted Sirius’ head up, and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. At this point, he didn’t care who walked in. Sirius whimpered under him, and mimicked Remus’ hold. He tangled his fingers deep in Remus’ bed head, forcing Remus’ head to an angle where Remus opened his mouth. Remus gasped, and Sirius’ tongue slid across his lower lip.
The Infirmary door banged open.
“Pads! You in here, mate?”
They jerked apart as if stung, and Sirius helped Remus scramble back into bed as James poked his head around the privacy curtain. “Hallo!” he said cheerily. “How you feeling, Moony?”
“I’m not dead,” Remus said, shrugging.
James frowned, his voice containing tightly restrained fury. “Well, I suppose that’s a start. Don’t worry; we’ll get the fuckers who did this to you. The whole damn House. Don’t you worry.” He pushed the curtain aside as he came in, holding a plate loaded with fruit. “I brought ya something. My mum says after an upset stomach, you have to eat light for a few days. Fruit is light.” He placed the meal on the table next to the bed.
Remus wasn’t going to tell him the sight of food made him nauseous. The thought was kind. “Thanks, Prongs,” he managed. Sirius clambered to his feet as Madame Pomfrey pulled back the curtain further.
“Well, having a little party here, are we?” she asked, her mouth set in a fine line. James and Sirius fell silent as she moved to Remus’ side and pressed a hand to his forehead. “How do you feel, dear?” she asked.
“Better,” Remus answered truthfully. His stomach was still tight, and he didn’t think he could eat anything, but he wasn’t… throwing up blood.
“You had us all quite worried yesterday,” she clucked. “Especially young Mr. Black here.” Sirius bristled at the use of his family’s name, but said nothing. Her eyes lit on the fruit. “I suppose Mr. Potter brought this for you through legal means?” She cast a hard eye on James. He gulped and nodded. She waved her wand and whispered a spell. A soft blue glow suffused the fruit and then disappeared. “I want you to try and eat something. You need to gain your strength back.”
When she looked at Remus, he nodded dutifully.
“There’s a basin here if you need it,” she said, pointing. She glanced at James and Sirius. “You two can stay until your classes start, then you must attend lessons. I’m sure Mr. Lupin doesn’t want you falling behind for his sake. He’s well looked-after, as I’m sure you know by now.” She gave a curt nod and disappeared to the other side of the curtain.
“I’m going to head back to the dormitory and talk to Peter,” James said, fingering the curtain. He glanced between Sirius and Remus. Remus’ throat clenched, and it wasn’t because of the silver poisoning. James knew. Somehow, he knew. “Eat,” he finally said, before turning and leaving.
“He knows,” Sirius said wonderingly. Remus nodded uneasily. “I suppose he’s all right with it?” Sirius looked at Remus, the color returning to his face gleaned from the strength of his best friend. Remus shrugged and turned his gaze apprehensively to the plate of fruit.
“I don’t think I can eat that.”
“You have to,” Sirius said, “Remember what Madame Pomfrey said.”
“I don’t feel well enough. What if I throw it up?” Remus closed his eyes and shuddered. He felt hot pressure on the bed and opened his eyes. Sirius climbed onto the bed and straddled his legs.
“Just take it slow,” he whispered. He reached out and picked up a piece of melon. He touched it to his lips and smiled. Remus’ heart hammered in his chest. Sirius was smiling again. Good signs, very good signs. Sirius turned the piece and held the kissed end for Remus. Remus grinned and opened his mouth. The melon was sweet on his tongue, wet with juice and Sirius’ kiss. He chewed, and it went down all right. It sat a bit heavy in his stomach, but didn’t seem inclined to come back up. “All right?” Sirius asked. Remus nodded.
Sirius picked up another slice of melon, slightly smaller, and put half of it between his lips. He leaned forward and Remus closed his mouth over the end sticking out. Their lips met, and Remus bit off his half of the melon. Sirius kept trying to kiss him while he chewed, and Remus held up an arm with a smile on his face. Sirius waited till he was finished chewing before reaching forward and cupping his hand around the back of Remus’ neck. He leaned forward, careful of Remus’ stomach, and kissed him. Remus tasted melon as Sirius’ lips opened for him. Remus slipped his tongue into the boy’s mouth, finding Sirius’ and tasting sweet leftover juice. Sirius’ hand curved gently down his neck, fingers resting at the hollow of Remus’ throat as Sirius ever so gently eased Remus back into the pillows.
“Are we going to do this every time I have to eat?” Remus asked as Sirius pulled back, breathless. Sirius grinned wickedly.
“Perhaps.” He reached around Remus and pulled a strawberry from the bowl. He held it for Remus, who closed his eyes and opened his mouth. Sirius placed the fruit at his lips, and Remus bit into it, chewing thoughtfully.
“I think I could get used to this,” Remus commented. Sirius grinned as the boy finished the strawberry. He tossed the stem onto the bedside table, and leaned down again. Remus eagerly accepted his lips, shifting excitedly in the bed. Sirius drew his hand through Remus’ hair and drew back a fraction of a centimeter.
“Are you sure you’re up to this?” he breathed.
“Sirius, please. I’m sixteen. I’m always up for it.” Remus rolled his eyes. Sirius’ grin grew wider, and he slipped his hand under the bed sheets.
“All right, but we’ll take it easy,” he whispered against Remus’ ear. Remus nudged his face in Sirius’ hair, jerking when Sirius’ hand found his growing hardness under the blankets. Sirius palmed his crotch and gripped firmly, eliciting a small gasp from Remus.
“Ow, ow,” Remus murmured as Sirius started stroking. The boy on top slowed, trying to apply firm pressure without upsetting Remus more. Remus twisted under him, from both pain and pleasure. He gripped the front of Sirius’ shirt and pulled him close, pressing his face into the crook of Sirius’ throat and shoulder. He knew Remus came when he felt him grip his shoulders tight, and bite down hard on his shoulder through his shirt. Remus released him and sank back into the pillows, smiling.
“All right?” Sirius asked, pulling his hand from the blankets and grabbing for his wand.
“All right,” Remus said, a hand resting lazily on Sirius’ arm as he cast a Cleaning Charm. “Tired.”
Sirius replaced the blankets, tucking them securely around Remus before climbing off the bed completely. Remus held on until he was out of reach, in the chair beside the bed. “Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere,” Sirius whispered, leaning forward in the chair. “Go to sleep now.”
“Don’t miss class, Pads,” Remus said drowsily.
“I won’t,” Sirius promised. He patted Remus’ hand as the boy fell asleep.