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Your day had started the same as any other. Closely wrapped around your boyfriend's, each snoring at a different intensity levels. Trying to clear the fogginess from your tired mind, you figured out which of the three chests you were lying on, deciding it was still too early to open your eyes. From the soft hum with each breath from beneath your cheek, you could tell that it was Remus who had pulled you onto his chest before passing out and the two heavy arms over your body were James and Sirius, who lay on either side of you, thoroughly cocooning you in.
Feeling the stiffness throughout your muscles, you attempted to try and stretch, but the ache that flared through your body had you quickly stopping and reminiscing on the activities from the night before. There was no denying you deserved the punishment the Marauders had given you last night, having spent all day pushing their buttons until they finally dragged you to bed. There, they had spent hours spanking and stuffing each of your holes, essentially using you like their very own fuck toy, making you cum until your legs couldn't hold up your weight anymore, and you loved every second of it. Being a brat had to be one of your specialities, or this was what you liked to tease your boyfriends with when you decided to act up.
The next several minutes passed peacefully, not wanting the realities of the school day to begin, but as a distant bell rang, indicating the start of class, the calmness was all but a distant memory. Sirius was the first to sit bolt upright, cursing loudly and stumbling from the bed.
"Shit, how did we sleep so long? We have McGonagall first as well! James get up!". The long-haired Marauder shoved James hard, stirring him from his deep sleep. You and Remus then moved as one, sitting up and attempting to get out of bed to get changed, which seemed to be a more straightforward attempt for Remus as you had to take a second for your eyes to adjust to the light, an uneasy pressure settling behind your eyes. Brushing it off, simply sitting up too quickly, you climbed out of bed and tried to find your clothes, haphazardly discarded across the dormitory last night.
For once, the boys had dressed before you were finished, but this was only due to the slight tremor in your fingers, making it difficult to button your shirt and tie the laces on your shoes. Two large hands stopped your attempts with your laces as Sirius helped you to finish the knot and then placed a tender kiss on your knee, "you need some sugar in your system; we'll try and sneak to the kitchens after Transfiguration for a late breakfast" he warmly stated, referring to your shaking hands.
The four of you were nearly 15 minutes late to class, and Professor McGonagall was ready to take 10 points away from Gryffindor. Sitting next to Remus at the back of the class, you positioned the chair as close as possible to his as both of you pulled your quill and paper from your respective bags, preparing to take notes. Absentmindedly, Remus placed a hand against your thigh, the pressure comforting, but as you felt his warmth through his hand, you tried to shuffle closer, not realising just how chilly it was.
Both of you were deep into your work, something you were becoming increasingly more frustrated with as your hands wouldn't stop shaking, even after Remus had found you a chocolate bar at the bottom of his bag. The tension behind your eyes also wouldn't pass, affecting your concentration; you did not notice when McGonagall asked you a question until the hand on your thigh tightened, making you look up at the class now staring at you, waiting for your response.
"Achoo!" You quickly covered your nose and mouth as you sneezed quietly, the action only causing a slight pressure in your ears. The symptoms were noticeably increasing, but you quickly brushed them off as tired, needing a few more hours of sleep, and seeming like you hadn't been able to get much last night.
The day continued dragging slowly, not helping the matter at hand. Even after having a healthy portion of a late breakfast in the kitchens with the boys, your body still felt no better. Remus had tried to ask if you were feeling okay, but you quickly told him you were tired, not wanting him to worry, before pulling him into a heated kiss behind a statue on the way to your next lesson.
This only meant that you were late to the next lesson, which caused more points to be taken away, which Remus wasn't pleased about, especially as you slyly smirked at him, ready to play along with mischief, especially if it ended the same way as the night before.
By lunchtime, however, your head had begun to throb, and the sneezes didn't seem to stop any time soon, which only caused you to feel even more drained of energy than you already were. Leaning heavily on your fist, you stared hopelessly at the food on the Gryffindor table, none of which looked appetising. You should have told the boys that you weren't feeling well, but as you looked up and saw just how excited James and Sirius were about the Quidditch match later, you didn't want to worry them, so you decided against it.
"Shall we meet outside the greenhouses before walking to the pitch later?" Remus asked between spoonfuls of soup. You responded by swallowing harshly, trying to ease the scratching sensation coating your throat.
"I have Divination next, so it'll take me a while to reach the pitch, so don't wait for me. I can meet you at our usual spot in the stadium, and hopefully, Sirius won't fall off his broom this time." You teased, relieved that you had managed to sound somewhat normal.
Sirius stopped midsentence, turning to face you. With a slow gaze up and down your body, he smirked, "Oh, are we in one of those moods today? Was last night not enough for you to learn to stop with the sass?" His tone quieted towards the end of the sentence, so only you could hear it.
Your face warmed at his words, and you decided to play along with them. "Maybe you didn't go hard enough last night. Didn't you say I wouldn't be able to walk for a week, and here I am, walking fine?".
It was all playful, and with the smirk spread across Sirius' face, you knew he loved it, and sometimes you really couldn't help with the bratty comments. It was a nice distraction from how you were feeling anyway, and as the bell rang for the start of the next class, you rushed to kiss the boys each on the cheek before greeting Marlene and walking up to Divination.
This was the beginning of your downfall. Professor Trewlany's room was thick with steam and heavy scents, increasing your headache from a slight pulse to a steady pounding behind the eyes; exhaustion soon took over your body so intensely that you couldn't keep your head up anymore.
"Are you okay?" Marlene whispered from next to you, worry thick in her tone.
Attempting to open your eyes, you gasped lightly, which only increased the pain. Arms unwrapped from around your middle, you sneezed for what felt like the hundredth time that day. "Not really, I feel awful." Marlene's hand shot into the air, not that you could see this, and she asked to take you to Madam Pomfrey as you weren't feeling well.
It took a while for the two of you to leave the room, Marlene's arm around your waist to help you avoid stumbling, but exhaustion was quickly taking over. "I think I just need to sleep it off. Give me an hour or two, and if I still feel awful, I'll go to Pomfrey before the match," you finally decided, not wanting to walk anymore and knowing you were closer to the dormitory than the hospital wing.
Marlene eventually agreed and assisted you to the Gryffindor common room, where you could stumble up the stairs, sneezing as you moved and clambered back into the large bed in the boys' dormitory. A small nap was all you needed, nothing more; you were sure the school bell would wake you up anyway.
The sun had long since set behind the Scottish mountains before the excited crowd from the Quidditch pitch began approaching the school, ready for something to eat after the thrilling match between Hufflepuff and Gryffindor.
However, the three Marauders couldn't feel that same excitement as they met outside the common room, with frowns evident on each of their faces. "Are you sure she wasn't just sitting somewhere else?" Sirius asked as they hurried back up to the school, bypassing eager Gryffindors who congratulated Sirius and James for winning the match.
"I searched everywhere. I think I spent more time looking for her than I did watching you two play," Remus said in an aggravated huff.
"Let's give her the benefit of the doubt; maybe she was kept behind in class." James tried to reason, but even he doubted this.
"She couldn't have because I saw Trewlany with the other Professors; you know why she's done this, Prongs? It's the cat and mouse game; she's done it before," Sirius referred to the time that you had hidden from them between classes to try and annoy them into finding you, only to discover that you were waiting for them naked in an empty classroom with a satisfied grin.
The trio rushed up the steps, cursing themselves for not bringing the Marauder's map with them, wanting to find you quickly so they could return to celebrating the win.
Remus was the first up the stairs leading to the dorms, the door flying open, banging against the wall, only to reveal that you were back facing them with the quilt pulled up to your chin. The noise from the door disturbed your sleep, and you jumped and tried to glance around the room with eyes that were hardly open due to the pain you were experiencing.
"You were here the whole fucking time?" Sirius fumed, stepping into the room and around the bed, pulling back the quilt to reveal that you were still fully clothed, having only just made it into bed before collapsing. Groaning at the coolness that lay over your body from being uncovered, you attempted to turn onto the pillow, but Sirius had tugged on your arm, so you remained on your back. "Wakey wakey, sweetheart, I'm talking to you."
Attempting once again to open your eyes, you could just make out the unimpressed expressions of your boyfriends as they stood around you. The headache caused a fog to drift across your thoughts, not realising that you'd missed the match and made them worry. All you could think about was how cold it was and the aches and pains flowing through your body, still trembling. Opening your mouth, you tried to explain, but your throat felt so sore that all that came out was a weak sneeze.
You were vaguely aware of James muttering something before the bed dipped next to you, and two strong, slightly rough hands cupped your cheeks, "She's warm, I mean warmer than Moony usually is". Sirius and Remus swiftly placed their own hands on your face, feeling your fever for themselves.
"I'm cold," you just about whispered loudly enough for them to hear, worried that they would take their warm hands from your face, which you were eagerly trying to nuzzle into.
Remus dropped to his knees beside you beside the bed, "Sweetheart, open your eyes for me". Taking a deep, shaky breath, you did what was asked, squinting as waves of nausea tumbled through your stomach. His hand stroked behind your ear, a delicate touch compared to his emotions only a moment before. "What is it? What's wrong? Has someone hurt you?" he asked tentatively, eyes drifting down your body to see if anything was out of the ordinary to symbolise an attack or hex.
At first, you attempted to shake your head, but the movement only caused more pain than good, so you closed your eyes once more and softly muttered, "ill". Remus sighed, picking up your hand and kissing it before standing, murmuring to the other boys before walking out of the Dorm.
While he was gone, Sirius and James helped you change into something more comfortable, but they lifted your body to remove your clothing and reclothe you, as you had no energy to move. Finally, they helped you into the centre of the bed, Sirius sliding beneath you so that your head lay on his chest. His warmth instantly wrapped around you as James sat beside Sirius, combing a hand across your temple to try and ease the tension there.
Leaning in to kiss your nose, James muttered, "You should have told us you weren't feeling well; we could have looked after you."
"Sorry," you whispered as you kept your eyes closed, letting out soft moans between sneezes as James' fingers massaged against a particularly lovely spot that relieved some pressure in your head. Drifting in and out of sleep, it wasn't long before Remus returned with a vial in his hand.
"I spoke to Madam Pomfrey, and she said quite a few people have been going to the hospital wing today with flu-like symptoms. It took some convincing as she did want her to go and stay in the hospital wing, but I said we could look after her tonight, and tomorrow we'll go first thing in the morning. Is that ok, love?" Nodding your head in response against Sirius' chest. "She also gave me this tonic, which will help you feel a little better and hopefully get some restful sleep without sneezing every few minutes".
In any other situation, you would have smiled at his calming tone, wishing to move closer to him, but instead, the boys had to help you sit up to drink from the vial. Flinching as the taste of pepper and grass coated your tongue and throat, you shivered as the tonic moved into your stomach, where the medicine's effects almost immediately eased the pressure in your head.
Shifting back onto Sirius' chest, you could feel the drowsy effects taking over, but it finally dawned on you that you'd missed the Quidditch match. "Who won the match?" you asked quietly, but you soon fell into a peaceful sleep before James could excitedly answer, "Obviously we did.