They're in the infirmary, Remus beat the shit out of Snape, and they had detention for a week. Those were the facts Sirius knew. It all started when…
“Watch it, half-breed!” That was what started it all. It wasn’t entirely clear who threw the first spell, but what was clear was who threw the first punch.
All Sirius saw was a dirty blonde haired beanpole deck a certain slimy git in a flash of anger. Sirius had been too shocked to even move at first, but once Snape had become unconscious and Remus was still punching him, knuckles bloody and most certainly bruised, he made a move.
James had been trying to hold Remus back, but it was really no help when the werewolf was 10x stronger and taller. Nobody really liked Snape, like at all, but lately Remus had a tendency to go too far.
Sirius darts to Remus, pulling him back off of Snape just as McGonagall rushes over. Fuck fuck fuckity fuck, we're so screwed, Sirius thinks.
“Mr. Lupin! Get off of him at once!” McGonagall speedily walks toward them.
“Professor, it really-” Sirius gets cut off by McGonagall holding up her hand to silence him.
“Take Mr. Lupin and Mr. Snape to Madam Pomfrey’s,” McGonagall says to James and Sirius.
… and that's how they got here. Here with Sirius sitting at Remus’s bedside, because of course Madam Pomfrey had to check he was alright even though he didn't have any scrapes, though the blood on his knuckles was concerning.
“That was bloody insane, Moony!” Sirius looks almost proud, yet incredibly concerned, after all one of his best mates absolutely destroyed someone and was now in the infirmary.
“He fuckin’ deserved it,” Remus crosses his arms while staring pointedly at Sirius. “Nobody likes him anyways.”
“Well no shit, but you went really far! You could've bloody killed him!” Sirius almost whined out, his voice a higher pitch than normal.
“Well it's all fine now…” Remus grumbled.
Sirius takes Remus’ blood stained and bruised fist into his own soft and loose palms, wrapping his slender fingers around it like a hug or a barrier to protect them from the dangers of the world. “I know, you just worried me,” Sirius said carefully, almost like the world was a glass ball that could shatter at any given moment.
Remus’ gaze softens, “look I just…” Remus gives up at his words and instead huffs. Remus, almost awkwardly, puts his palm on top of both of Sirius’ to aid the nonsense words that were about to come out of his mouth. “It's fine, I'm fine, nobody even got hexed. Besides, who figured this would be the only way to shut Snape up?”
“dumbass,” Sirius responds with a wide grin because, somehow and some way, Remus always managed to bring a smile to Sirius’ face. Whether it be Remus’ words, smile, face, or even the stupidly cute way the taller boy sits on the couch every night with a roll of parchment and an old quill while carefully balancing an ink pot on his knee in an attempt to finish an assignment.
Maybe it would turn out okay, though Remus definitely owes me for sticking up for him. Perhaps a kiss will suffice as payment., Sirius thinks as their fingers finally interlock, thumbs brushing and scars meeting in an embrace of care, love, and compassion.