Title: Gift for Lady_Gallatea_Ravenclaw 2006
Fandom: Harry Potter
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters or their world. This is fanfiction and I'm just playing for fun, not making any money.
Summary: Remus knows what to do about the Sirius' sorry state of frustration combined with a head cold.
Notes: Written for Lady_Gallatea_Ravenclaw as a holiday gift. Enjoy!
Gift for Lady_Gallatea_Ravenclaw 2006
A cry rose up from across the room. Remus smirked briefly, then wiped the amusement from his face completely. He put the half-wrapped present down on the coffee table and picked up the box of tissues. He had heard the sound of frustration, but not a sneeze, but he wasn't a complete idiot.
Remus headed across the room to where the Christmas tree stood. He checked the water level, glad to see it was high, then he squatted down and cocked his head. "Having trouble, with the lights, Padfoot-love?"
Sirius was covered in strings upon strings of lights. Some were lit in colors, some where bright white, but most weren't lit at all. They were all tangled and wrapped around his arms or sitting in a mess on his lap. He also had a dozen small replacement and tester bulbs he was using to try to fix the strings. He looked up at Remus imploringly. "Just ode sbell," he pleaded. "Just ode little flick of the wadd?"
"No wands," Remus said, settling down on the floor, cross-legged. "No spells." He pulled out a few tissues, putting them together in layers. "And no potions." Unfortunately.
Sirius' mouth opened and his eyes closed. He took several deep, strong breaths in and out before succumbing to the intense urge to sneeze. "heh-CHUHhh!" Remus held the tissues up to Sirius' nose, which was not only a little wet and running now, but still twitching with need.
"ehhh-hehh..." Remus could feel the nostrils flaring against the tissues, against his hand, and he leaned in closer, his free hand gently caressing the side of Sirius' face. Sirius was beginning to grow his hair out, and right now he just looked shaggy, on top of miserable from the nastiest head cold Remus had been witness to in years. He felt Sirius tense up and heard the man's breath catch. Remus knew this was it.
"hihhh-EH-SHIKkkuhhh! hehhShttttuhh!" The ends of Sirius' sneezes were like little sighs of relief. Relief that the sneeze had finally come out, relief that the pressure and the tickles were gone for at least a moment. "heh-ehgshuhhh! Cheshuhhh!" But it all returned again so quickly, building up to more and more sneezes.
"hehhCHIHhhh-uhhh!" Without asking, or even opening his grey eyes to ask permission, Sirius quickly took the deepest of breaths and blew his nose into the tissues Remus was holding for him.
When finished, Sirius toppled over onto his side, going down in a tangle of lightbulbs and cords, landing with his head right on Remus' thigh. Remus wiped his nose for him, and balled the used tissues up. But Sirius was already reaching for the box for more tissues, his nose still tickling madly and still running visibly. "Stubid Christbas," he snuffled. "Stubid lights that dod't work. Stubid buggle celebratiods."
Remus ran his hand through Sirius' hair. It was a close second to James in messiness right now. "Just because we can't use magic here for our own safety doesn't mean it won't be a magical Christmas," said Remus, leadingly.
Sirius coughed out a laugh. "With this head cold? Snfff! I'd like to see that!"
Remus obliged by leaning over and pressing his lips to Sirius'. Their heads were in opposite directions, and their lips moved awkwardly against each other for a few moments. But then the sensations overtook them like a sneeze and the kiss grew soft and sensual. When Remus pulled back just a little, his mouth hovering over Sirius' still so their breath was warm against the other's face, he whispered, "Magical enough for you?"
Sirius nodded and the string of unlit lights which was right beside his head suddenly burst with bright colors.