Disclaimer: I own nothing, duh.

Author Notes: This is the sequel to Double Trouble and although it would be nice if you read that first I'll be honest and say it isn't necessary so you don't have to if you don't want to.

Warnings: Contains Slash (Remus/Sirius). This story is more graphic than the previous one though there won't be anything more graphic than what is in this first chapter. It also contains some strong language. If you don't like it don't read it. Flames will be ignored.


Catch a Quaffle

Remus Lupin walked bristly down the corridor, scanning the notes from the Arithmancy lesson he'd missed during the full moon, and taking no notice whatsoever of the tall, dark and sexy marauder waiting for him.

Of course, Sirius Black was not someone you could ignore that easily. You could try, but you were doomed to fail before you even started.

Remus wasn't intentionally ignoring Sirius but the result was the same as if he had been. A hand reached out at him as he passed the other boy and a moment later he found himself pinned against an extremely uncomfortable shelf in a dark room.

"Sirius, is that you?" Remus asked, momentarily too stunned to realise what an abysmally stupid question it was.

"I certainly hope so," Sirius replied before his mouth closed over Remus's.

"Did you miss me?" he asked, and Remus didn't need to see his face to know that it was currently sporting a wide grin.

"You haven't been waiting around in the corridors for the whole of the last hour, have you?" Remus asked.

"Only half an hour," Sirius confirmed with a chuckle. "I've not seen you since breakfast after all and it's not like I can ravish you in the Great Hall with the whole school looking on. Anyway stop avoiding the question and tell me that you missed me."

"I missed you," Remus dutifully replied. "Now come on or we'll be late for Transfiguration."

"Wouldn't you rather stay here?" Sirius whispered in his ear just before his tongue flicked the lobe.

"Why are we in here anyway?" Remus asked. His eyes were growing accustomed to the dark and he could now see that they were in the Quidditch supply room.

"Because there are a couple of Hufflepuffs making out in the empty Charms room," Sirius replied in between planting kisses down every inch of Remus's neck that he could access. "This place is nice and cosy and there's no one to see us."

"Cosy isn't the word I'd choose," Remus muttered. "It's damn uncomfortable and there's a broomstick sticking in my butt."

"Ah Remus, you flatter me," Sirius purred.

"Idiot!" Remus retorted. "It's one of the school's Cleansweeps."

"Oh it's definitely a Firebolt," Sirius whispered as he pulled Remus into a close hug.

"We really should get to class," Remus insisted.

"What class is that?" Sirius asked before he arrived back at Remus's mouth.

"Um," Remus mumbled after Sirius had let him up for air.

"Don't think I know that class," Sirius said before kissing him again. "No one will notice if we skip it."

Remus tried to remember what class he was supposed to be going to but the last functioning brain cells he had weren't thinking much more than Sirius kiss more.

Thankfully Sirius appeared to have a few more faculties about him and at least had the presence of mind to notice the sounds of students outside the door.

"Quick," he whispered as he pulled Remus around one of the shelves and behind the hangers of Ravenclaw Quidditch robes. The light came on a few seconds later and the students poured into the room.

The back of the robes wasn't the most spacious place for two sixth years to try to hide and Remus had to use both his hands to hold the robes in place so that they wouldn't be seen by the first years who'd just returned from their morning flying lesson.

Remus felt Sirius snake an arm around his waist and he leaned back into the other boy. Sirius shifted his position slightly and whispered in his ear "that's not a Cleansweep you can feel."

Remus bit his lip to avoid either laughing at Sirius's joke or moaning in pleasure at his closeness.

Two of the first years were horribly close by and Remus hoped rather than believed that Sirius wouldn't do anything that would risk drawing unwanted attention.

"Right first years, put your broomsticks away and be quick about it," Madam Hooch called out.

Remus was just about ready to breathe a sigh of relief that the students would soon be gone when he felt Sirius's hand, that had originally been holding tight around his waist, inch its way lower to unbuckle his belt and unfasten his trousers. Sirius, clearly anticipating his gasp put his left hand over Remus's mouth at the same time as the right one slipped into his trousers.

Remus didn't know whether to let go of the robes to slap Sirius's hand away or not. If someone happened to be looking in their direction when he let go of them they'd see far more than they bargained for.

Finally the students had put their Quidditch gear away and Madam Hooch had departed to her office or wherever else the teachers disappeared to when they weren't teaching.

Sirius removed his hand from over Remus's mouth and leaning round he replaced it with his mouth.

"That was close," Remus breathed.

"Rubbish," Sirius replied. "When we officially come out it'll be on my terms…"

"Ahem!"

"…on our terms then."

"Thank you."

"And not because Hooch and a bunch of goggling first years caught me with my hands down your pants in the Quidditch supply room."

"So you do have a plan for how we announce this to the school?" Remus asked curiously.

"Might have," Sirius replied with a smirk.

"I'll take that as a 'yes' then," Remus grinned.

"So do you want to go to class?" Sirius asked. "Or would you rather we just carry on with this?" He held Remus still as he whispered his questions in his ear. His right hand was now tugging at the buttons of his shirt and when Sirius kissed him again any hope Remus had of even remembering what lesson he was missing disappeared completely.

"Stay here," Remus gasped as soon as he'd got his breath back, before spinning round to pin Sirius up against the wall and exact his revenge for the previous ten minutes of torture.

"Hell Moony," Sirius gasped in turn in a few minutes later. "And here's me thinking you weren't that type of guy."

"You ain't seen nothing yet," Remus quipped. "I'm going to make you beg Padfoot."

Sirius laughed out loud for a few seconds before Remus kissed him again.


Sirius and Remus arrived in the Great Hall for lunch and sank down on the bench opposite James and Peter.

"You missed Transfiguration," Peter said between bites of steak and kidney pie.

Sirius shrugged and grinned. He cast a sideways look at Remus and recognised the look of remembrance. He grinned even wider at the knowledge that he'd actually managed to make Moony forget which lesson he was supposed to be in.

"Oh well," Remus commented. "I doubt McGonagall noticed."

"I think you'll find I did notice," Professor McGonagall announced from behind them. "And what excuses do you and Mr Black have for missing my class this morning?"

"I forgot," Remus muttered, flushing bright red under the formidable glare of the head of Gryffindor.

"Forgot?" McGonagall repeated in disbelief. "Well a summary of everything we've covered so far this year, on my desk by Friday, should ensure that you don't forget anything else. And you Mr Black? Did you forget too?"

"No Professor," Sirius replied. "I got side-tracked."

"Side-tracked with what?"

"A gentleman doesn't kiss and tell," Sirius replied in a loud whisper.

"Spare me," McGonagall muttered. "A summary, by Friday, of everything we've covered so far this year from you too please. And don't think of copying Mr Lupin's either."

With a last sharp glare at the two boys McGonagall stalked towards the staff table.

"I'm quite insulted I tell you," Sirius announced in a haughty tone. "She doesn't tell Moony not to copy off my work and I'm better at Transfiguration than he is."

Remus patted him consolingly on the arm as he nodded sympathetically and tried not to laugh. James didn't even bother to try to stifle his giggles and was pounding on the table with his fists as he roared with laughter. "I can't believe you said that to her," he spluttered.

Sirius grinned as he pulled the bowl of mashed potatoes towards him. "At least we didn't get detention."

"After you with the mash," Remus said as he handed the vegetables over the table to Peter.

Sirius nodded and passed the bowl to Remus with a smile.

It was something they'd done hundreds of times over the last five and a half years. The simple passing of a bowl or a jug at mealtimes. Everyone did it. There wasn't anything special about it. But Sirius still felt himself blushing as his fingers brushed against Remus's. Remus smiled back at him as he took the bowl and he felt his grin widen in response. It was a reflex action; he could no sooner have stopped it than he could have stopped himself from breathing.

He looked back across at James and Peter who were both smirking knowingly at him. He tried to frown at them both but he failed completely and instead turned his gaze elsewhere. It was then that he noticed them.

It's not like he'd not seen the same students at hundreds of other meals. It was just that he'd never seen so many of them apparently watching his every move. Or rather watching his and Remus's every move with baited breath.

He swept his gaze over the Ravenclaw table, wondering which of the fifth year girls was the one who was running the pool on when he and Remus would come out.

It was one of the reasons why he wasn't bothered about how the other students might react when he and Remus decided to go public with their relationship. Apparently most of the school had known or suspected that they had a thing for each other since fourth year. It had turned out that Sirius and Remus were the only ones who hadn't realised. At least not until a magical cock up that had only recently been rectified. They'd finally admitted they had feelings for each other the previous morning and had been making up for lost time ever since.

They'd have come out to the rest of the school but for one single reason.

That reason was currently sitting across the table from Sirius, gesturing subtly towards the entrance to the Great Hall.

Unfortunately Wormtail had learned all he knew about subtlety from James Potter which meant that he was frantically jerking his head towards the doorway with a frequency that would give him whiplash if he didn't stop soon.

"Something wrong with your neck Wormtail?" asked Remus innocently.

"Don't you have something you want to be doing right now?" Peter replied with another jerk of his head and a wink.

"You mean besides eat lunch?" Remus questioned, his eyes widening as though surprised that anyone would think he'd want to be doing anything else at all.

"You know what I mean," Peter whispered as he leaned over the table, his tie trailing into his plate and dripping gravy across the table. "It's the first of February on Sunday."

"Yes, I know," Remus replied. "What of it?"

"Sunday will be too late," Peter hissed. "I've got January."

Sirius snickered. It was ironic that of all the students who'd placed bets on the date of the Sirius Black Remus Lupin coming out party, Peter Pettigrew was the one who had the month when they'd finally got together.

It wasn't that they were going to wait until February and deprive their friend of his winnings. It was just that they were going to wait until the last day of the month so they could let him stew a bit. He, James and countless others had had a great deal of amusement at the expense of Sirius and Remus over the last couple of years. It was time for a little payback.

"Don't know what you're talking about," Remus replied. "What about January? You know what he's on about Padfoot?"

"Dunno," Sirius mumbled around a mouthful of vegetables.

"I know you know about the pool." Peter glared at Remus, then Sirius and then Remus again. "Would it kill you to just snog once in front of the rest of the school so I can get my winnings?"

Sirius looked around the table and saw that they had quite an audience. Several nearby girls had their mouths open in hopeful anticipation of some boy-boy action. He wondered whether to ask them to close their mouths as the sight of their half-eaten lunches was putting him off his own meal.

"James," Remus said as he took a swig of pumpkin juice. "Have you been spiking Wormtail's juice with Firewhiskey again?"

"They're doing it deliberately to annoy you," James whispered loudly to Peter. "Pestering them isn't going to work."

"You got any better ideas?" Peter muttered.

James grinned wickedly.

Sirius grimaced at the look on his friend's face. Peter's pestering was easy to deal with, James's plotting was another matter entirely.


Sirius looked at the clock on his bedside table and frowned. Ten past one in the morning and he'd not had a wink of sleep. From the tossing and turning of Remus in his own bed on the other side of the room he was sure that he was as wide-awake as himself.

They were both being deprived of sleep by the same problem.

That problem being the persistent whispering of James Potter and Peter Pettigrew. They'd been at it for over two hours. Their discussion had been at that annoying volume that was too loud to ignore, but too quiet to make out what they were saying. He'd have joined in the conversation since it was keeping him awake but the moment he'd sat up in bed the whispering duo had clammed up. He'd turned over to try to sleep once more, only for the whispering to start again.

"Padfoot? Moony?" James suddenly called out. "You guys awake?"

Sirius shut his eyes. He knew that tone of voice didn't bode well for him. The sound of a fake snore from Remus's bed told him that he'd had the same idea.

"We know you're both awake," Peter said. "We've all been sharing a dorm long enough to know that Sirius's snores are louder than the Hogwart's Express and Remus growls in his sleep instead."

"Do I?" Remus asked as he sat up and lit the lamp.

"Sorry, they're right," Sirius replied with a shrug. "It's kind of cute though."

"Oh." Remus smiled as he digested this new information.

"Well aren't you going to tell me how cute my snores are?" Sirius asked after a few moments.

"No, sorry," Remus replied without the vaguest hint of meaning it.

"Me and Wormtail have come to a decision," James said, eager to steer the conversation back on course. "We've figured out why you two can't sleep." He nodded as though enormously pleased with whatever breakthrough he'd made.

"Really?" Remus asked in his most sarcastic voice. "Do enlighten us."

"Now, now, Moony," Sirius chided. "We should congratulate the insensitive gits for realising that their yapping all night prevents other people in the room from getting any kip."

"It's sexual tension," James announced with a firm nod.

"No, I don't think it is," Sirius assured him. "The only thing preventing me getting to sleep tonight is you two nattering away like a couple of old biddies."

James ignored him. "You two have been checking each other out for over two years now. That's a long time. It's understandable that you'd be…"

"Horny," Peter interrupted.

"Yeah," James continued. "And we don't want you two to think that you can't…er…you know…er…do it…you know…because of us."

Sirius wondered whether it would be worth winding James up by pretending not to know what he was talking about but he was damn tired and really didn't want to drag things out any longer than necessary. "Prongs? Go back to bed and shut the hell up," he muttered before laying back down and pulling a pillow over his head.

Unfortunately James ignored him and continued to assure Remus that if he wanted to sleep in the same bed as Sirius then he and Peter had no problems with that at all.

"Prongs?" Remus asked, waiting for a moment for James to wind up his speech so that he had his undivided attention. "Firstly I don't 'do it' on a first date, and since Sirius and I haven't been on a single date so far the chances of him getting into my pants are pretty slim."

Sirius snorted as he recalled the events in the Quidditch supply room and a moment later a pillow hit him.

"Secondly," Remus continued. "If you're thinking that this will win Peter his money then you're sorely mistaken since the dorm isn't that public. Thirdly…"

"Moony?" Sirius called out. "Any chance you can hurry up and finish this list so some of us in desperate need of sleep can get some shut eye?"

"Thirdly," Remus repeated. "Even I was inclined to 'do it' with Sirius any time soon it wouldn't be with you two pervs in the same room listening to us."

"We thought you'd use a silencing charm," Peter piped up. "Sirius was practising them yesterday evening."

"Thanks for reminding me," Sirius said as he sat up once more and grabbed his wand off the bedside table. "Silencio," he said as he pointed the wand at Peter before repeating the spell on James.

He smiled across at Remus. "Night Moony."

"Night Padfoot," Remus replied.