A/N: I love writing all things Harry Potter. I thought I'd give Marauder-era Sirius and Marlene a try, as they're one of my major OTPs. PS: To all our Rough Waters readers, we'll update soon! My co-author broke her laptop, but it's fixed now.

And to those of you reading this who haven't read Rough Waters: you totally should. Percabeth. Pirates. Lots of fun.

Anyways, I hope y'all enjoy this two-chapter quickie.

Here goes!

"We are not stabbing anyone," Marlene sighed. She rested her face in her palm, burying an elbow deeper into the dry grass.

Sirius snorted. "I never said we would!"

"You implied," Marlene countered, a grin breaking through her dark cherry-colored lipstick.
Sirius raised a questioning eyebrow. "Oh, sod off. Since when has, 'Let's do something' meant 'Let's stab someone'?"

Marlene shrugged. "I dunno, you just made it sound really ominous, like, 'Let's do something...' I mean, c'mon, it's..." Marlene checked her watch for the time, "Eleven forty-six at night, we're sitting in a dark meadow. 'Let's do something' could mean anything."

Sirius slapped a palm to his forehead. "This 'dark meadow' is called a Quidditch pitch, which I expected you'd know, since you're on the bloody team!" He laughed for a moment. "We—it's not that late—is it?"

"Yeah, it is." Marlene took a lackadaisical sip of her mostly-melted Slurpee. Sirius wrinkled his nose.

"Ugh," he scoffed, "How do you drink that? It's pure sugar!"

"Exactly. Well, sugar and a bit of ice water, but it's pretty much lukewarm by now..."

"Yeah, but it's just... ew." Sirius seemed unable to find the right word to voice his disgust.

"I paid five bucks for it," Marlene said, "I've gotta finish it." She pulled off the cheap plastic lid and took the straw out of the slightly bent paper cup, tilting it up to her lips. Sirius could smell the "raspberry" syrup.

"Oh—you're not gonna—oh, Merlin, no... No, eugh!"

Marlene chugged the remainder of the bright red syrup, and, with a satisfied expression, triumphantly tossed the cup in Sirius's direction. Sirius batted it away, and shrieked indignantly when a few drops of red syrup found themselves on the sleeve of his tee shirt. Sirius licked his fingers and frantically tried to scrub the stains away, but Marlene just chuckled and rolled over onto her back, tucking her arms behind her head.

After a minute or so of attempts to redeem his tee shirt from the ugly red stains, Sirius simply gave up and flopped down next to Marlene, puffing out his cheeks.

A street light flickered down the road. For a few moments it was silent; neither the wizard nor witch could really tell what the other was thinking as they lay shoulder-to-shoulder, the gregarious blonde, and the brash, cynical, but sometimes sensitive dark-haired boy. Sirius and Marlene. Marlene and Sirius. The unbreakable duo, the Terrible Two. Words seemed to lose their meaning as the two lay side by side, staring up at the empty sky.

After a small eternity, Marlene spoke up, scarcely more than a whisper. "Are you ready?"

"I don't think I'd ever be," Sirius replied.

"It's a lot to take in, yeah? This being our last night together before we graduate. Before I start Auror training and you… you do whatever you're gonna do."

Sirius laughed. It was more of a quick exhale, really, as if anything louder would shatter the tranquility of the moment. Another long silence followed, except for the sound of frogs croaking. Marlene was silent for a while—she never really spoke that much anyway, except around Sirius.

Sirius rolled over onto his right side to face the witch.

"I'm gonna miss you, Black," Marlene whispered.

"I… I'm gonna miss you, too. And I'm sorry about that one time in second year when I hung your knickers off the Astronomy Tower."

"That was you?"

"Erm… maybe?"

"If it weren't our last night together, I would so kick your arse."

"I know you would, Mar." It was true.

"I still might, Black."

"Oh, sod off, you know you love me." Sirius drawled.

There was an unusually awkward silence then, as the two of avoided eye contact. Marlene was thankful for the clouds covering the moonlight, as she was blushing fiercely.

Sirius raised an eyebrow, waiting for a reply. "What? No witty comeback?" His voice wasn't mocking, however. There was an almost imperceptible trace of… something.

That was fun! Tune in for the next chapter soon!