"Ow! Sirius! You're sitting on me!"

"Sorry."

"No you're not."

"...Okay, I'm not."

Remus shoved Sirius as he sat up, rubbing his head in annoyance. His friend didn't object, and in fact rolled right off the bed onto the floor. Remus shook his head in confusion and peered over the side as Sirius lay on the carpet, staring up at the ceiling.

"Please tell me I'm dreaming."

Sirius offered a weak smile, and mumbled a quiet, "no, sorry."

The other man just narrowed his eyes for a second, then lay back down and turned over in his bed. "Why are you in my room, anyway?" he grumbled, pulling the blanket up over his head so his voice was muffled.

"You know. Couldn't sleep."

Remus groaned from under the blanket. Great. Now he had to be sympathetic. But he was tired, and definitely wasn't in the mood. "Count sheep," he suggested groggily.

From his spot on the ground, Sirius raised an eyebrow. "That's the best you can do? Send me back to my bed to count sheep?"

"Yes, okay? Shut up, I'm tired..."

Sirius scowled. "Aren't friends meant to wake up, let their other friend sit on their bed then listen while they tell you their problem?"

"Can I be your friend in the morning? I'm tired now..."

"No, I want you to be my friend now."

There was silence from Remus. "Fine, fine. But I'm not gonna sit up, or even wake up properly. You just talk it out and I won't say anything...if you hear any snoring, it isn't me. It's my teddy bear."

"What the hell? Why have you got a--?"

"Shut up. Tired. Go to sleep."

"Remus!"

"No! You missed your chance. Just go to bed. What time is it anyway?"

Sirius sighed. "Quarter to three...I've been trying to sleep for the past five hours. I don't think it's working. I'mlonely."

"You'll survive one more night. Please. Go to bed."

From the ground, Sirius heard Remus rearrange his blankets again so that it covered him completely. Great, so he was trying to do a disappearing act. He stood up, glared at the mound of blankets, then left the room as quietly as he could and closed the door behind him. So much for that plan.

This sucked.

He found his way back to his room through the darkness and crawled under the blankets. He stared up at the ceiling, bored, for a while, before finally grabbing his pillow from under his head and laying it gently over his face.

He lay like that for what seemed like way too long, and didn't fall asleep. Finally he moved, curling up on the edge of the right side of the bed, trying to keep the pillow over his face still.

And then something weird happened.

He heard the sound of footsteps, but only suspected it was someone getting up to go to the bathroom or something. They got louder, until he realised that someone was standing on the other side of his bed. He curled up even tighter, trying to ignore them.

The he felt the covers slide down, slowly, as if the person thought he was asleep and didn't want to wake him up. Then this someone climbed in beside him and pulled the blanket up to their chin.

It was really quite creepy.

He pulled the pillow off his head and turned to look at who it was. He could recognise the back of that head anywhere.

"Remus?" he whispered, "What the hell are you doing?"

The boy didn't turn to look at him when he answered. "I'm lonely."