Random Harry, Sirius, and Remus scene.

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This scene... Uhm. Resulted from me being random after midnight during a conversation with incoherent. So blame it on her. Yes.

For those of you who don't know, I have three pet mice named Sirius, Harry, and Remus that I've given to Liz to take care of (parents wouldn't take care of them while I was at college). Sadly, they're all female because the males typically try to kill each other. So, yeah. And Remus and Sirius are gay. XD Which I discovered to my shock one day going to bed. "... Er. You two stop that. Or get a room." We're talking about Sirius, because she wasn't feeling good. Now we think it was simply because she was cold.

It all started with the words:

Ice: Maybe she got drunk, too.
Liz: Maybe
Ice: Look for a litltle bottle of firewhisky.
Liz: *giggles* That would be one teeny little bottle
Ice: Which could explain why she got thrown out of the house...
Ice: (Remus) "Damnit, no drinking in front of Harry!" *Fling*
blue: Lol
Ice: And then maybe she was so drunk, she thought she was still clutching her beer bottle...
Liz: And that's why her little fist was still clenched
Ice: Yes. And why she was hiccuping.
Liz: Drunk people hiccup
Ice: YES!




Don't ask me where it takes place, but I do know it takes place in the morning after Sirius found out the hard way that he doesn't have the alcohol tolerance he used to. Poor baby.

If you're really desperate, you can look for Sirius/Remus, Sirius/Harry, or Harry/Sirius/Remus. Haha. Sirius is just being a lush. And whining. Profusely. But we all still love him. <3

I just started it randomly. First, I started with just speech. And it's unbeta'ed, uneditted. So it went off like this:

Sirius: "Oh, God, my heaaaadddd.... Moooooony, take care of me!"
Remus: "... You're the idiot that got drunk."
Sirius: "Moooooony!"
Remus: "No."
Sirius: "I'mgonnadie."
Remus: "No, you're not. Now stop being a crybaby and get up off the floor."
Sirius: "ButI'mcomfy..!"
Remus: "You won't be when I step on you."
Sirius: "*Pause* Moooony!"
Remus: "I'm starting to wonder how Harry has any maturity at all with a godfather like you."
Sirius: "I'mdyingandyou'retellingmeoffforbeingimmature? *Pause* Mooooooooooony!"
Remus: "... Keep that up and I'll bite you."
Sirius: "Moony!"
Remus: "Or move the couch on top of you. I think it'd look perfect where you're currently lying."

Then I finally went on to include actual storyline description....

"Emprhh.." Sirius half-heartedly tried to get up, but then let himself fall back onto the floor, resting his head against the worn carpet. "Ermph. Can't move."

"You didn't even try," Remus rolled his eyes, but he was smiling, and for once it reached his eyes. "You lazy sod."

"And damn proud of it," Sirius mumbled into the fibers.

"Well, if you're going to lie there and be a rock, I'm going to make you useful," Remus declared, trying hard not to smirk as he went into the other room, coming out later with a small stack of books in his arms. "Oh, you don't need to get up."

"You'regonnamolestme!" Sirius clawed at the carpet underneath him, but only moved a few inches before Remus bent over and dropped the books on the small of his back, knocking the breath out of him. "Oof!"

"Serves you right," Remus snicked, grabbing a pillow to sit off of the couch to sit on, ignoring Sirius's horrible attempt at a fake sob. "Now hold still."

"Kill me?" Sirius pleaded, trying to lift up his head, but he soon decided it wasn't worth it and dropped it back to the floor again.

Remus winced when Sirius's head hit the floor rather noisily, "Padfoot, you idiot."

"NowIgotaconcussion," Sirius mumbled. "Everything'sgoingdark.Gonnadie."

"That's good," Remus replied, a smile twitching the corner of his lips as he propped a book half on Sirius's back and half in his lap. "Just as long as you're not bleeding on the carpet. I really don't want to have to clean up your bodily fluids."

"...I'mnotabookholder," Sirius mumbled, wiggling so that the book fell off his back. "Nobooks.Sleep."

"Hold still or I won't feed you later," Remus threatened, which made Sirius instantly settle down; he propped his book onto his best friend's back again with a smile. "That's better."

"Meanie," Sirius whined, but he didn't say anything else, slowly moving to cross his arms and cushion his head on them. "Gonnasleep."

"You do that," Remus rolled his eyes a little, rubbing Sirus's back affectionately. "I'll watch over you."

"ThanksMoony," Sirius mumbled, before going silent and beginning to breath softly.

Remus snickered a little, "Oh, of course."

Harry discovered them that way thirty minutes later, eyebrow raised questioningly as he came down the stairs. It was amazing how Sirius could sleep in the weirdest positions. When he noticed that Remus had propped a book on the man's back, however, he smirked.

"New form of decor?" Harry asked, nodding towards Sirius when Remus looked up in confusion. "The lazy sod of a bookrest you got there."

Remus laughed, "Oh, no. It seems that your godfather doesn't have the alcohol resistence that he used to, so he has a hangover. I'm watching over him and getting some reading done in the meantime."

"Sounds like a win-win situation," Harry commented for a moment, then he raised his eyebrow to Sirius again. "Isn't he supposed to be my role-model or something?"

"I think he prefers teaching by example," Remus replied, his eyes twinkling mischievously as they returned to his book. "If you're worried, you can poke him."

"Mooony," Sirius half-whimpered, his words mumbled into his arms. "Tell him to stop picking on me, Harry..."

"You poor thing, you," Harry laughed, grabbing a pillow and sittind down near Sirius, smoothing down some of his hair. "He treats you so badly."

"He does," Sirius agreed, not bothering to move, mock-sniffing. "Moony always pinched me until I cried."

"That's only because you wouldn't stop picking on me," Remus replied, voice amused, although he didn't raise his eyes. "And you didn't cry... It was more blubbering than crying."

"Notfunny," Sirius groused, then groaned when Harry began rubbing his shoulders. "Harry, I love you. Don't stop. I'll do anything."

Harry snickered, "You are such a sap. Stop making it sound like we're having sex."

Sirius replied with a low groan, Harry replied to by smacking him upside the head, "Ow! Moony, he's picking on me! Moony, Moony! Stop laughing! Moooony!"

Remus seemed to be suffering from the attempt to keep himself from cracking up, half doubled over his book, his shoulders shaking, "I'm not laughing."

"Mooony!" Sirius whined, which made Remus shake all the more, doubling over further.

Harry had to press his lips together in an effort not to break out into laughter as well.

"Harrrrrryyyy," Sirius spoke up a few seconds later. "Take care of me. Moony's being a git."

The teenager merely rolled his eyes and started rubbing Sirius's shoulders again, "And you're being a lazy sod?"

"So?" Sirius melted into the floor. "You let me."

"Don't make me chuck you down into the basement," Harry mock-threatened. "That'll wake you up."

"Noooooo," Sirius whimpered, wiggling in a rather pitiful attempt to get away. "Meanie."

"I don't think I can pick you up anyways," Harry stated, catching Remus's eye and noticing that the man had calmed down. "You're too much of a lump."

"I'mnotalump!" Sirius cried, trying to lift his head again. "I'mdying!"

"I'd believe you if you weren't so whiny about it," Harry snickered.

"I'm not whiny! Moony, tell Harry I'm not whiny!" Sirius whined, glancing up to Remus through a curtain of disheaveled hair. "I never whine!"

Remus replied instantly--by throwing his head back and bursting out into laughter. Sirius grumbled a bit, shuffling away weakly from Remus. He groused out a moan and, turning on his side so that the book fell off of him, Sirius curled up around Harry.

"Hehurtmyfeelings," Sirius mumbled into Harry's pants leg, hiding his hurting eyes from the bright light of the... cloudy day, and wrapping his arms around Harry's waist.

Harry moved his pillow over a little so that Sirius could rest his head on it, and then reached over to grab a book that interested him, "Go to sleep, Sirius. I'll wake you up when it's time to eat."

"...'K..." Sirius mumbled, growing still again as Remus relocated to the couch, soon fast asleep once more to their amusement.

"Sirius is such a lush," Harry stated, rubbing Sirius back affectionately. "The git."

"He is," Remus replied, with twinkling eyes. "But I wouldn't have him any other way."

Harry glanced away from his book to watch his godfather sleep, amusement tickling his lips, "Same here."

Remus and Harry spent the rest of the morning sleeping, while Sirius spent the rest of his morning sleeping curled up around Harry.