This is my first attempt on writing a multi-chapter story in english. It will have nine chapters and an epilogue. It's also my first time writing Wolfstar. I'd like to dedicate this story to the greatest and most talented fanfiction author that I know: A Sirius Crush on Moony. She was the one that made me love Blackcest and reading her stories is one of my favorite ways to spend my free time. Hannah, I know this is your favorite HP pairing and I hope you like it ^^ I also would like to thank a lot to my awesome beta reader, Dani (tumblr: danihabisky).

Disclaimer: all characters used here belongs to Jo Rowling, the goddess.

When he decided to escort Sirius to Madam Pomfrey he was sure Sirius was pretty much drunk. He was constantly stumbling on the hem of his cloak, and Remus was sure they would get caught by Filch. James would be mad beyond belief if Filch confiscated his invisibility cloak, but it was all his fault. He was the one who smuggled alcohol to the dorms. He was the one encouraging Sirius to drink more and more and more.

Obviously he won't be there for Sirius when he starts crying and becoming emotional, speaking about how his family hates him. James won't be there when Sirius would be hovering over the toilet, throwing his guts up, holding his hair while he vomits. He won't have to force Sirius to take a bath, fighting with him to prevent him from dragging Remus inside the bathtub. He won't have to make Sirius brush his teeth while he is almost gagging on the toothpaste because he can't stop laughing. He won't have to be there to dress Sirius when he is trying to run down to the common room at 2AM naked.

No, James will only get Sirius drunk. And Remus will have to babysit his drunken friend.

It was 3AM when he started to listen to Sirius' grunts. He immediately got out of his bed and rushed to Sirius' four-posted bed, moving away the curtains. Sirius was fidgeting, writhing, with his hands on his forehead.

"Sirius?"

"Moony," he cried out his name in a painful moan "It hurts."

"What hurts?" Remus touched Sirius' temple, trying to see if he had a fever.

"My head. It's like it's going to explode."

"You drank too much, Padfoot," he tried to smile reassuringly, caressing Sirius black locks "I think I have an invigorating potion here."

"Moony, don't leave me," Sirius grabbed Remus' wrist, but his grip was weak, he was sleepy and a little dizzy.

"I need to get the potion, I'll be fast, don't worry."

"Mooooony."

"Hold on, Sirius."

Rushing to his trunk as fast as he could, taking care to not wake up anyone (bloody James was snoring), Remus looked for the potion. He moved some books and clothes, trying to find the vial.

"Moony, I'm dying..."

"No, you're not. Hold on, Sirius!"

"It's hurting, I'm dying" Sirius whimpered "Moony, save me…"

"Can you stop it? You're going to wake everybody!"

"Don't scream at me…"

"I'm not screaming," Remus sighed, annoyed "For Godric's sake, Sirius."

"You hate me... Everyone hates me..."

And he heard a sob. And another sob. And another.

Dammit.

Trying to find the vial as quick as he could, Remus was cluttering the content of his trunk. Finally, he grabbed the vial, rushing to Sirius. He was crying, face buried in his pillow.

"Stop it," Remus hisses, impatiently "C'mon, Sirius."

"Lemme die here," he muttered, almost inaudibly.

Remus rolled his eyes, caressing Sirius' back.

"Padfoot, I found the potion," he tried to sound as calm as possible "You need to drink it."

"I don't want to."

"And what do you want then?"

"I want to die. I'm a failure."

"Stop it."

"Go away."

"Sirius, you have to dr-"

"I'm telling you to go away."

"You woke me up at 3AM for nothing? Drink this potion now."

"No."

"Drink it".

"I don't want to."

"Sirius!"

"I won't!"

"You don't have to want anything!" Remus put the vial on Sirius' bedside table, climbing on him "You're going to do what I'm telling you to do!"

With all his strength, Remus tried to roll Sirius' body, in a way that his back was pressing against the mattress and his face was turned up to him. Sirius' eyes were red.

"Don't hit me."

"I won't hit you, as much as you deserve me to do so!" he hissed, taking the vial "Drink it."

Sirius took the vial with the green liquid, lifting it to his face as he tried to smell it spilling drops onto to his shirt. Remus rolled his eyes.

"It doesn't smell good."

"Drink it."

"But it stinks!"

"Drink it."

"It looks like elf's piss."

"Drink this shit now, Sirius!"

"Don't scream at me, Moony!"

"I'm not screaming!" Remus sighed, running his hands through his hair "Drink it. It will make you feel better."

"But if it has a bad smell it probably has a bad taste."

"So?"

"I don't want to drink something that tastes bad. I have a sensitive palate."

"You filled yourself with that damn firewhisky, it doesn't smell good either!"

"That does smell good. I can prove it to you. Do you want some?"

"I should go back to my bed and let you die here."

"Don't do that."

"Puppy eyes won't help you. Now drink it."

"You're such a bad friend, Moony... James would never treat me like this."

"You're feeling bad because of James!" Remus complained, getting anger "I really should let you die here. Alone!" He tried to leave, but Sirius grabbed his waist, spilling more of the potion onto the mattress "This is my last vial, take care of it!"

"Sorry."

"Drink, Sirius."

"Ask me properly."

"Hm?" he frowned.

"Say 'please, drink it, Padfoot'."

"Are you serious?"

"Yes, I am," he giggled "What an old pun, Moony."

"Drink it now. Before I force you to do so!"

"Please, show some manners. I'm not a stranger. Don't treat me like one."

"Do you really feel that bad? Because you're looking pretty good for someone who's hungover."

"I'm dying."

"I see."

"I just want you to be nice to me. No one is nice to me. No one loves me," he whimpered, tears coming to his eyes "Do you love me, Moony?"

"Sirius, please, drink it. I'm tired, I need to sleep. We have class with Binns before breakfast."

"I'm a waste of space. Go back to your bed, I won't waste your time any longer."

Remus sighed, feeling his own head aching. He looked down at Sirius and saw tears streaming down his cheeks. And those bloody puppy eyes. Breathing deeply, he wiped Sirius' tears, trying to calm himself. He needed patience to deal with him.

"I love you, Padfoot," he tried to smile "Now drink it, please."

Sirius nodded, pouring the content of the vial down his throat. He coughed a bit, handling the vial back to Remus.

"So?"

"Elf's piss," he made a grimace and Remus grinned "It will help, right?"

"Yes, it will."

"Moony?"

"Yes?"

"Do you shave your legs?"

"Hm?" Remus frowned, confused.

"You have pretty nice legs," Sirius was looking concentrated, staring at Remus' thighs as Remus was still almost sitting on his chest "Girly legs, I must say."

"You dork!" Remus rolled his eyes, trying to go off of Sirius. But Sirius grabbed him again "What?"

"Stay."

"I can't stay sitting on you, you're not a chair!"

"But I'm comfy."

"Sirius..."

"I don't want to be alone."

"Why?"

"I'm afraid of the dark."

"No, you're not."

"I am."

"You're not. You never were."

"But now I am."

"We have table lamps! You're pissing me off."

"Sorry."

"No more puppy eyes," Remus glared at him "You're blackmailing me."

"I'm not."

"So why the puppy eyes?"

"I'm a puppy," Sirius shrugged.

"You're an old stray dog."

"I can be whatever you want me to be."

Remus couldn't avoid a chuckle. He smiled at Sirius.

"You're ridiculous."

"Don't go away. I'm feeling lonely."

"I'm right next to you. On my bed."

"It's not the same thing," he whimpered "James would do that for me."

"James is snoring like a troll! He got you drunk, and he didn't take care of you! You're an ungrateful prat!"

"Don't yell at me."

"I'm not... Whatever, Sirius. I will stay here. But just until you fall asleep. Now let me go, I won't keep sitting on you."

Sirius nodded and moved away to make some space for Remus to lay down next to him. He wrapped an arm around Remus' chest. And then tangled one of his legs on Remus' legs. When he hid his face on Remus' neck he heard his friend sighing.

"What?"

"You don't have any notion of personal space."

"I'm stupid, you're the smart one."

"Stop the nonsense, Sirius."

"You smell good, Moony."

"Thank you," he grinned, massaging his forehead with his thumb. The lack of sleep was ruining him.

"You smell really good."

"I'm flattered, Sirius."

"I can drink from you."

"Hm?" he frowned, trying to look at Sirius.

"I say I can drink from you."

"I'm not deaf. What do you mean?"

"You smell good so, uh, you should taste good as well."