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“So there I was, forty feet in the air, the rain pelting my glasses making me near blind…” It was another fine evening in the Gryffindor boy's dormitory. Remus, Peter, Sirius, and James were sprawled around the room, smoke heavy in the air. Sirius had recently purchased a wizard bong -which was just as it sounds, an enchanted bong from diagon alley; made of color-changing glass with a pipe that twisted and swirled beautifully upwards- and managed to sneak the bong and its contents into Hogwarts, which was no small feat. The four of them had been passing it around the room with little fear of being caught, having enchanted the smoke to be odorless and made sure to lock the door, placing a silencing spell over it. James had launched into an epic retelling of one of his favorite quidditch matches. He stood on his bed triumphantly, acting out every little detail and getting so excited he began rushing his words together (making the story increasingly hard for any of them to follow). Though, it was hardly James’ fault, this being his first time high. In fact, besides Sirius, this was all of their first times.
Remus was loving it. His whole body felt fuzzy and his mind felt like jello. He lay on his bed, hands absentmindedly painting swirls all over his blanket (had it always been this soft?). Sinking into his mattress Remus felt the slight pull of sleep but fought against it, not wanting to miss out on this night. Just then, however, Peter snored loudly from his four-poster.
“Shoulda figured pot would put Wormy out like a light,” Sirius said, grabbing a handful of crisps and beginning to munch.
“Padfoot!” James cried. “You made me forget what I was saying!”
“Pongs,” Sirius began, his mouth full. “Love ya, mate, but I stopped listening about fifteen minutes ago.”
James flopped dramatically down on his mattress and gave an exasperated sigh which erupted into giggles only a second later.
“It’s nearly one in the morning, Prongs,” Sirius pointed out, “and you’re higher than the quidditch goalposts.”
“Sooo…??” James’ head flopped to the side of his pillow showing Sirius his squinty eyes and wide grin.
“Soo... you need rest. You look like you're ready to pass out.”
James crossed his arms where he lay and gave Sirius a pout-faced look, but he didn’t argue. Remus took this to mean Sirius was right and James didn’t want to admit it.
“You gettin' sleepy over there, Moons?” Sirius perked his head up to see if Remus’ eyes were open or not.
“No.” Remus shook his head slowly, hoping his lie was convincing enough.
“Liar, liar, pants on fire…” James mumbled into his pillow and then erupted into another fit of giggles, positivity rolling around on his bed with laughter. Sirius and Remus couldn't help but follow suit, laughing at James’ absurdity.
Remus had never felt better. Dopamine flooded his mind and felt as though it was running through his veins. Anytime he neared the end of his laughter, he would look at James or Sirius and fall right back into it. His ribs ached and he began running out of breath, but he didn't care. This was quite honestly one of the best nights he had spent with his friends.
“It's not even funny!!” Sirius roared, holding his stomach and rocking back and forth.
“Of course it is!” James retorted, teary-eyed. “I'm a comedic genius!”
“You're so full of shit,” Remus snorted.
“Pete must be dead,” Sirius pointed out, his laughter fading. “Not sure how he's sleeping through all this.”
“Poor bloke’s missing out,” said James.
“Don't wake him,” Remus said. “If he can sleep through all this noise he obviously needs the sleep.”
“Yeah,” a smile spread over James’ face, “he made the mistake of being the first one asleep.” He stood up, only to immediately stumble and fall into one of the bed posts; much to the amusement of the other two. “Owchh!”
“James… go back to bed.”
“You're not my mom, Pads.”
“James.”
“Okay, Moony…”
Sirius gave Remus a look of shock and exasperation, obviously betrayed James obeyed Remus over him. Remus rolled his eyes, “Kids, amiright?”
They sat in silence for a spell. James eventually fell into a deep sleep, his chest visibly rising and falling under the covers. Remus still fought against sleep. He was craving something, and he wouldn't sleep until he got it. But he couldn't figure out what he wanted. A snack? No. Water? No. He rolled over on his side in frustration, arms wrapped tightly around himself.
“Getting sleepy, Moonshine?”
Remus melted at the nickname. He hugged himself tighter, trying to place more pressure on his chest. It helped a little, but he still felt unsatisfied.
“Moooony…” Sirius called sweetly.
Remus didn't have the energy for words, “Mmm?”
“Tired?”
“No…”
“You're a rotten little liar.”
Remus heard his boyfriend get up and a moment later the dormitory lights went out. A dim ray of moonlight spilled into the room from the window and Remus stared at it. The full moon was on its way.
“There,” Sirius’ voice was barely above a whisper. “Now sleep.”
Remus shifted uncomfortably. “Mmmmnn…”
“What's the matter, Moon-pie?” He walked over to Remus’ bed. “Why won't you sleep?”
Remus felt his heart flutter. Those damned nicknames. He hummed an ‘I dunno’ and looked up at the boy standing over him.
Sirius looked magnificent in the moonlight. His dark hair shone and his face structure greatly benefited from the dramatic shadows. Remus stared at him as if he were a sculpture, admiring the details of his face. How his eyebrows arched and his lips curved into a cupids bow. How elegant his nose looked and his cheekbones…
Remus reached out, pulling Sirius in by the waist. He finally realized what he was craving.
“Remus-”
“No.”
“No??”
“Don't start calling me that now.”
“... Don't call you by your name?”
“Mhm.” Remus tugged on Sirius' shirt, non-verbally asking him to get into bed. Sirius complied and crawled beneath the covers to join his boyfriend.
“What do you mean don't call you by your name?”
“You haven't called me ‘Remus’ all night, and you're not starting now.” He reached his hands around Sirius’ waist and pulled him closer.
“Mmm,” a smile spread across Sirius’ face. “What have I called you, then?”
“You know damn well.”
“My memory seems to elude me.”
Remus huffed, the air tickling Sirius’ face.
“Well there's ‘Moony’, but we all call you that,” Sirius teased. Remus shook his head, having lost his energy to speak.
“Mmm,” Sirius hummed, burying a hand in his boyfriend's hair. He felt Remus tighten his arms around his waist in response.
“What could it be…?” He thought aloud in fake wonder, “Could it be… ‘Moon-pie?’” Remus shifted closer to Sirius, resting his head against the shorter boy's shoulder.
Remus didn't need to tell Sirius the effect his nicknames had on him, Sirius knew. He enjoyed watching Remus get flustered at the simplest of pet names. In public, Remus would roll his eyes at being called ‘Moon-pie’ or ‘Moony-dearest’ by his boyfriend. But as soon as they were alone, Sirius would be rewarded with extra affection.
“Or was it ‘Moonshine?’” This earned Sirius a soft kiss to his collarbone. He smiled, “Hmm? Was that it, Moony-mine?”
Sirius was caught off-guard by how tightly Remus squeezed him, giving him two more kisses along his neck. Remus loved that name; it was by far his favorite. Sirius could call him that every day for the rest of his life and he'd still melt every time. Moony-mine…..Moony-mine…..
Sirius’ smile widened, realizing this name had a much bigger effect on Remus. “You like that one?” He asked, kissing him just above the ear.
“Mhmm,” Remus hummed against the soft skin of his boyfriend’s neck, planting another kiss.
Sirius shifted in a way that prompted Remus to prop his head up and face him. Remus looked at him with squinted eyes before leaning in and pressing their foreheads together. Sirius closed the gap with a kiss.
“I love you.”
“I love you too, Moony-mine.”