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Remus was just about to fall asleep when Sirius suddenly appeared at his bedside. James and Peter were already snoring, as they tended to fall asleep way before Remus and Sirius did.
"What?" Remus asked the boy, trying not to fall asleep right then and there.
Sirius was fidgeting with the edge of the blanket. "May I sleep with you?" He asked, as if he had not done this multiple times before.
Remus nodded sleepily, already pulling back the blanket so that Sirius could climb in. Sirius snuggled in right next to Remus, wearing a pair of the Gryffindor pajamas that Hogwarts provided, and one of Remus' sweaters.
Nearly already asleep, Remus put an arm around Sirius and pulled the blankets up, falling asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
For a few minutes, Sirius just watched as Remus slept. He could never understand how Remus was able to fall asleep so quickly. It seemed like Remus could fall asleep anywhere, at anytime, as long as he felt safe.
There had been plenty of times that Sirius and the other Marauders found Remus asleep in the strangest places. Many times in the corner of the library, once in the courtyard, and once in the prefect bathroom.
Soon enough, Sirius started to get sleepy himself, and laid his head on Remus' chest, curling up by his side. He listened to Remus' steady breathing, felt the rise and fall of his chest. It was so peaceful that it put Sirius to sleep.
"Come on, guys, wake up!" James called out, shaking Remus and Sirius. "We've got quidditch practice today!"
Remus blinked his eyes open and tried to sit up, but there was a weight on his chest preventing him from doing so. "Sirius," he groaned.
Still, the sleeping boy did not wake.
"Morning, Moony, sleep well?" James asked, continuing to shake Sirius.
Remus just nodded sleepily. Half of his limbs were asleep, and it felt like he was being pricked by pins and needles. Sirius really needed to get up.
"Come on, Padfoot," James complained. "Haven't you slept enough?"
Sirius huffed, starting to wake up. Remus used his arm that was not in pain to push him off of him.
At that, Sirius finally woke up. "What?" He questioned.
"My arm is asleep and it hurts," Remus explained. "Also, how do always end up in my bed? You have your own."
"Excuse me for wanting to cuddle my boyfriend," Sirius teased.
James laughed at that. "Anyway, lads, get up. Wormtail's already getting us breakfast from the kitchens. Let's get down to the quidditch pitch."
"Morning to you, too, Prongs," Sirius scoffed. Then he turned to look out of the window. "Oi, it's still dark out!"
James just shrugged and pushed his glasses up. "So? We need all the practice we can get! Slytherin absolutely cannot beat us again!"
"Maybe if you hadn't been staring at the seeker– aka my brother– the whole time, then we wouldn't have lost," Sirius muttered under his breath, quiet enough that James couldn't hear it.
Remus knew that Sirius was just joking. He knew that Sirius was actually glad that James was the one dating Regulus. James was really the only person that Sirius trusted to date his brother.
Once they all got dressed and ready for the day, Remus, Sirius, and James went down to the quidditch pitch, meeting Peter there. By now the sun had started to come up, and they could just barely see Peter in the stands, waving towards them.
The three boys climbed up the steps to the quidditch stands, James running a bit ahead of Remus and Sirius. It was a mystery how he always had so much energy in the early mornings.
Finally, they arrived to where Peter was sitting and joined him. He handed the invisibility cloak back to James, then passed around breakfast to the other Marauders.
For James, he just got a simple piece of toast with peanut butter on it. Sirius was given a croissant, and Remus was given toast with four different spreads on it.
The Marauders had quickly realized that this was Remus' favorite way to enjoy his toast, and starting making it for him every time they had to bring him breakfast. Usually that meant the morning after a werewolf transformation, but sometimes it was early morning quidditch practices.
As they all ate, Sirius leaned on Remus' shoulder, nearly falling asleep again.
"Did I get the spreads correct, Moony?" Peter asked, always worrying no matter how many times he made the toast.
Remus nodded. "Of course," he replied.
"Good, good," Peter mumbled, nibbling on a pumpkin pastie.
"You're still tired?" Remus joked, kissing the top of Sirius' head.
Sirius just nodded, taking another bite of his croissant.
"Come on guys, let's get practicing!" James said eagerly, jumping out of his seat and wiping the bread crumbs from his hands.
"Prongs, just because you're done doesn't mean the rest of us are," Remus complained.
Peter had just finished his food as well, which meant that Remus and Sirius were the only ones eating. "You two can finish eating," Peter said, "We're going to start practicing."
"That's fine," Remus agreed, putting an arm around Sirius.
Peter and James ran down to the changing room to change into quidditch robes and grab their brooms. Meanwhile, Remus and Sirius stayed in the stands. It didn't take long for them to finish eating, but they still decided to stay there, not quite awake enough yet.
"I love you," Sirius whispered. "I just realized I haven't said that yet today."
"I love you, too," Remus told him, turning to press a kiss to his lips.