The Immeasurable Marauder

Dreamless Sleep

"Yves," I heard someone whisper but it sounded so far away. The bed was warm and I felt like I could sleep forever.

"Yves please. Please wake up." I thought the voice sounded a little closer and then I felt a warm hand on my arm.

"Yves. Please." Gravel. Sirius. But why was he here?

I felt a soft breath on my cheek and then a pressure. Fingers moved the hair away from my forehead. I felt something refreshingly cold move over my face, a damp cloth. Was he wiping my face? I could not open my eyes. I was beyond exhausted. I lost consciousness again.

I woke up to the moonlight shining inside my cot and a slight grumble that sounded like really weird thunder. The thunder, as it turned out, was Sirius. His head was in his arms resting on the side of the bed. It was obviously an unnatural position because the sound issuing from him was definitely unnatural. I couldn't help but giggle.

He shook awake and looked, for the first time since I had met him, innocent, boyish and confused.

"Yves?" he croaked while I was still giggling.

"Are you alright? Should I call Madam Pomfrey."

"I'm fine." I said sobering. I suddenly remembered what had happened before it went black.

"I've been trying to get you to wake up. You scared the fresh hell out of me when I saw all that blood." Against my better judgement I asked what blood.

"You know, when you were talking to McGonagall?" he said but I just stared at him. I wasn't sure what had happened. 

"You started to bleed. Your nose and there was some coming from your ears too. Madam Pomfrey said that whoever cursed you seems to have done some deeper damaged than she originally thought. She said it was very dark magic." His voice was breathy with panic, "She wouldn't let me in to visit you. She said you needed to rest but I couldn't wait so I snuck back in. I was going insane." 

"I'm not sure why Sirius." I said, my voice soft in the night. "I am not sure why you are here. And I am not sure why you care honestly." 

He looked down at his hands,  his brow creased, hair tousled all over the place. 

"Yves," He said looking up, pinning me with those dark eyes,  "I am sorry. I am so very sorry."

I wasn't sure what to say to him. 

"I followed you into the woods that day." He continued, "I didn't plan on spying on you but you looked so upset about a letter that you hadn't even read yet and I was curious."  

"I didn't want to disturb you. But then you tore up the note, and I, I shouldn't have picked it up but something inside me had to know..." he ran his hands through his long hair, messing it up even more perfectly than before. 

"Sirius.." I started, trying to give him some relief. 

"Yves," he interrupted, "please let me say this." 

I nodded seeing the desperation there. 

"There is something about you. I don't know what it is but I find myself drawn to you. I want to know everything about you. Its not really something I have experienced before." he said in a rush, his eyes searching my face for something.