Remus sighed into his book as he heard the unmistakable sound of his best friend, Sirius Black descending the stairs. Bleary eyed and wearing nothing but the same, worn, grey sweatpants, he stumbled to the sofa beside Remus and unceremoniously threw himself down with a grin.
"Guess what I did last night?", he ventured.
"I'm hazarding a guess and say it isn't a what but a who", Remus replied, not bothering to look up from the pages.
"You know me too well. She left early this morning, Kate, Kayla? I don't know, something beginning with a 'K' anyway," Sirius waved a hand dismissively as he got up to find his uniform clothes, "Christ, what time is it?"
"Three minutes past eight."
"And you're already dressed. What the hell has you up so early?"
"We share a room Pads, and you aren't exactly quiet," Remus yawned as a sheepish look crossed Sirius's face.
"Sorry mate, I'll try to be more considerate next time."
Remus barely manages a nod, he's so tired. He doesn't mind Sirius bringing people back - or at least that's what he says - and its not like he could stop him anyway. This was Sirius Black, ladies man and heartthrob of Bakersfield Boarding School. Barely a day passed when girls didn't throw themselves at him, or pass him flirty notes in Geography, to which he'd always respond with a smirk and a wink. Being friends with Sirius for more than six years, Remus figures he should be used to it by now, but lately it's been bugging him, and he doesn't understand why. A self-described nerd, and rather shy, Remus hasn't been on many dates. He's been told he's an awful flirt, which would make sense as he seems to lack any social skills, He doesn't know how Sirius does it. That one time he did manage to ask a girl out went disastrously, and he'd been right there to add to Remus' embarrassment, telling him that there was "plenty more fish in the sea". Easy for him to say. He just wants a date, that's all. Or somebody to talk to. Have fun with and-
"You alright, Moony?"
Remus crashed his train of thought to see a rather large hand being waved dangerously close to his face. The expression on Sirius's face had changed from one of sheepishness to that of concern. "You really didn't get much sleep, did you?"
"Not that I know of, but it's fine, had to cram for that English test today anyway."
"We have a test?"
Remus rolled his eyes, "Yes Pads, the same one Ms Lundy has been banging on about now for the past two weeks."
"Ol' Lundy loves me anyway."
"You flirting with her in every class to her clear disdain really proves that," Remus said. He doesn't mention how amusing he finds it.
"Oh please, we all know if I was thirty or so years older, she'd be all over this."
"If you say so, Pads", and despite his exhaustion, a real smile tugged on Remus' mouth.
Remus placed a bookmark on the page where he had finished and stretched his legs out in front of him. Christ, he could really use a full body massage, or something to straighten out and crack those bones of his.
Sirius sat down again and lifted his feet up to change his socks.
"You're not gonna take a shower after last nights escapades?" Remus didn't bother to hide how unkempt he thought Sirius's habits were. Their sides of their room could not have been more opposite. Remus preferred to keep his belongings safe in his chest of drawers and send clothes down when they needed washing, whereas Sirius decided that the entire floor area around his bed would also be his storage area.
