Peter/Remus
Peter was restless. He wasn't that badly hurt, but the poison was in his system and everyone wanted him to slow down, because the alternative was speeding up the process and no one was sure how much damage it could do and how fast, so here he was, in the infirmary, feeling somewhat okay and not being allowed to do anything.
When Marlene wasn't looking, he sneaked into Remus' bed. "Move over," he whispered. "This was a lot easier when we were eleven."
He took his wand out and made the bed a little bigger so that they could stay in bed comfortably. "Let me tell you, being here while not being really sick sucks." He supposed that the alternative was worse, but Merlin, this was boring.