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(Hogwarts, seventh year :)
Gryffindor had won against Slytherin. In normal times, that phrase would be enough to make all Gryffindors happy and they were. Except one. Sirius Black was not happy, he was bitter, tired, hurt, pouting, and had even started a hunger strike. All because of a stupid Slytherin who threw a bludger at him which broke his arm and because of his even dumber boyfriend who was laughing with the rest of the team instead of being with him.
Well, he wasn't really alone, in front of him sat Moony and Wormtail who didn't give a damn about his hunger strike. Peter tried to console him by telling him that his arm would be better by tomorrow while eating his chicken and Remus had told him that he was acting like a child and that he should eat something to feel better.
He wasn't acting like a child, pouting doesn't make you a child. And besides, even if he wanted to eat, he couldn't because of his damn sling arm. So he stuck his tongue out at Remus and continued to mope.
Then his stupid boyfriend - who he was totally ignoring - came back to his seat next to him and in front of Remus. Prongs placed a kiss on his cheek and started to fill his plate.
"I am starving!"James looked at his friends and his boyfriend. "Uh, what's going on?"
"Padfoot is on a hunger strike," Remus said as if it was normal.
"And he said he didn't talk to you anymore," Peter added.
"Is that true?"
Sirius ignored him, turning his head away from him.
"Let's see, love, aren't you going to ignore me because of the game?" His boyfriend ignored him. "Come on, honey, you know you can't ignore me for long," James had taken on a cooing voice to get the other's attention.
The injured young man kept his head stubbornly turned towards the doors of the great hall. Then the captain of the Quidditch team, ran his hand over his lover's cheek and forced him to look at him. The two looked into each other's eyes, too stubborn to break contact, though Sirius' pale cheeks had taken on a slight rosy tinge.
"So?" Their faces were so close they breathed the same air. "What is happening? Why are you ignoring me?"
"I ignore you because you ignore me," said Sirius as the grown up he is.
James recoiled : "but, love, I am not ignoring you."
"So why were you there and me here?" Sirius wasn't pouting, far from it.
Sirius's thinking was relentless.
“Well…" James knew he was in dangerous territory, he scratched the back of his head. "Just because I wasn't with you doesn't mean I didn't think of you."
"That is to say?" Sirius raised a skeptical eyebrow.
Remus and Peter were both listening in on the conversation, it was hilarious for them to see the other two doing this.
"Do you really think I'm going to let this Slytherin jerk hurt you and do nothing about it?" James kissed Sirius. "I already have a plan in mind that will be the best joke we've ever made, just put it in place, you guys will help me, right? "
Peter said a yes excitedly and Remus said he had to help them. When Sirius asked him what the plan consisted of, James just gave him his devilish smile that promised them two hours of detention each.
The two lovers kissed and they were finally able to eat, except that the injured man still could not raise his arm and his eyes were starting to close. The only thing that still kept him upright was Jamie's shoulder, which he used as a pillow.
The condition of their friends worried them all, the only times Sirius was so quiet was either when he had received a letter from his parents or when he was really hurt.
The self-proclaimed genius of their group had an idea, he stepped back on the bench so that his knees touched the wood, then he pulled his sleepy boyfriend onto his knees. The latter didn't even struggle, he put his uninjured arm around his lover's neck and placed his head between the crook of James' shoulder and neck. The fit was tight, knowing that they weren't back to chest but side to chest and he couldn't, decently, have the entire row shift the bench. So he made do with that adjustment and put an arm behind his boyfriend's back.
For a good ten minutes, James hand-fed Sirius. It wasn't the first time they had done this, but this time her lover was much less receptive. Indeed, Sirius just opened his mouth when the food came to him while keeping his eyes closed. James alternated between feeding himself and feeding his lover. He had given him red meat in small pieces - since he was an animagus Pads loved red meat but got sick when he was given too much chocolate - green beans that he gave him a to one, and a few pieces of carrots, then he moved on to desserts. Prongs managed to get him to swallow several different small pieces of cake but had to give up once Padfoot stopped opening his mouth and a slight snore emanated from his sleeping form.
When the marauders left the great hall, it was already half empty. James was carrying Sirius in his arms - bridal style - as he was still asleep, Peter led the procession and Remus was closing the march - since he would be better able to catch the couple if James tripped. They ignored the looks they received on their way out and Prongs smiled at Minnie who was watching them from the staff table - she hardly seemed disturbed by the sight and Professor Dumbledore was laughing under his breath.
They made it into their dormitory without accidents, James was definitely going to boast about his muscles later - though everyone knew he owed this feat thanks to the malnutrition Sirius had suffered for the past few years - and he gently dropped his burden in his bed. He undressed his boyfriend into his pajamas - the bottom was their traditional house red and the top was James's tee - then he jumped out of his clothes and into the bed.
His two best friends went down to the common room because it was still early and James wished them good night. He got under the covers, placed a kiss on his boyfriend's forehead, and whispered a good night to him.
James fell asleep easily after that, all he had to do was close his eyes, lean his head against the pillow and let himself be lulled to sleep by his boyfriend's snores.