Game of Life: Prompt - New Years

The Chiklets' Game Competition - Prompt: (Word) Overwhelming

The Poor Pillow

Sirius stared at the pillow sitting on Remus' bed, looking completely innocent... well, as innocent as a pillow could look. That pillow wasn't innocent in the slightest. Sirius knew for a fact that Remus had cast a silencing spell last night on his bed, and that pillow had the pleasure of cradling Remus' head as he... 'enjoyed' himself.

Bastard pillow.

Sirius slid off his bed, determined to swap the pillows around, but sat back down as he recalled his previous night's resolution.

Stop stealing Remus' belongings.

He eyed the lucky pillow with undisguised jealousy. How dare the pillow see Remus like that? Remus could have placed his head elsewhere... like in Sirius' lap, or against Sirius' naked chest.

They were much better places for Remus than the stupid pillow.

"What is wrong with you," James muttered. "Why are you glaring at the pillow?"

"Nothing," Sirius muttered, his eyes narrowing at it. It probably smelt like Remus. Remus liked to cuddle his pillows. Maybe if Sirius asked nicely, James would transfigure him into a pillow for the night?

"You said you wouldn't take any more of his stuff," James said. "It's your resolution."

"Yeah yeah," Sirius said. "How long do these resolutions last anyway? A week? A couple of days?"

"A year," James replied. "It's supposed to be something you want to do, so you're supposed to stick with it. You need to stop taking his stuff, he's going to realise soon that you sleep with his jumper... or you did!"

Sirius decided not to mention the jumper he took and placed under his pillow an hour before he declared his resolution. It was taken before the resolution, so it didn't count.

"A year?" He said, finally realising that James had said that. He couldn't wait that long. He needed that pillow. The urge was overwhelming and he didn't think he could last the night without it.

"I'm going to change my resolution," Sirius quickly said. "I'm going to... I'm... I'm going to be nice to Snape," he stated, before grabbing his pillow and rushing over to Remus' bed, swapping the two around. He clutched Remus' pillow tightly to himself, as though it were made of gold.

"Okay, goodnight," he said, dragging the curtains around his bed and James sighed. It wasn't even eight o'clock.

The poor pillow. James almost felt sorry for it.

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