Disclaimer: Of course I do not own the characters, we all know they come from J.K. Rowling, what a genius that lady is!

First fanfic ever so please tell me what you think! enjoy :)

Sirius Black was losing his mind. He had found himself alone in the Gryffindor common room and began pacing around the room like a madman.

Something has gone wrong inside my head…yes, yes that's it. I mean I can't possibly feel that way about…not about…no. Friends should NOT have fantasies about other friends. It is very wrong Sirius, very wrong indeed. I mean you are the great Sirius Black. Hogwarts Heartbreaker, Don Juan, Casanova, take your pick! You are not however—

Whatever Sirius was not he never did find out, since at that particular moment he had heard the portrait swinging open and voices beginning to filter inside the common room. He made a mad dash to the nearest armchair and grabbed a book from out of his school bad. He pretended to be deeply engrossed in the book, which he was holding upside down.

"Padfoot, there you are! We've been looking for ages." said James as he flopped down on the couch in front of the fire, Peter sitting next to him. Remus took the other armchair across from Sirius and pulled out his Ancient Runes book. Sirius watched the firelight cast shadows across the boy's face.

"Uhm…" said Sirius, "Sorry mate, I headed up here after class to look over notes for Potions. Even the great Sirius Black has to study sometimes!" he finished with a small chuckle. Remus snorted at this and a small smile played around his lips.

"Ah Padfoot, sometimes I worry about you and your sanity. Now chaps, what shall we do on this riveting Friday night?" inquired James. The boys looked at one another, contemplating how to spend their Friday evening. Sirius found himself glancing at Remus. No, not glancing but staring.

I should not be staring at him like this. What if he looks up from his book and we make eye contact? He will think I have gone bonkers! Well, not that I am not already going bonkers. *sigh* He sure does look lovely with the light of the fire hitting him like that. His eyes are shining so brightly, so—

"Sirius!" exclaimed James, causing the four boys to jump slightly. Sirius was startled out of his intense staring and looked at James in alarm.

"Prongs?"

"Erm, Padfoot…come get some food with me from the kitchens. We'll get some snacks to start this Friday night off right!" explained James with a little too much enthusiasm. Sirius agreed to go, but held on to some reluctance since he would be losing precious staring time at his Moony.

My moony? My? Oh sweet mother of Merlin I am in love with Remus. Oh my god, oh my god, Oh. My. God!"

Sirius and James left the common room under the invisibility cloak. They successfully raided the kitchens and had more food than they could carry, some of it had to be bewitched to fly under the cloak with them. They were almost back to the common room when James said,

"Padfoot, there is something I need to ask you"

"What is it Prongs?" Sirius asked, concerned by the serious look on his best mate's face. However, right at that particular moment, Filch had decided to come skulking around the corner, followed by his beloved cat Mrs. Norris. Sirius jerked his head toward Filch and James closed his mouth, irritated that Filch had just disturbed the question James had finally summoned enough courage to ask Sirius about. He glanced over at Sirius and saw a very mischievous glint in his friend's eye. James instantly understood and cast an equally devious smirk back at Sirius. They crouched down low under the cloak and started to levitate a most delicious looking lemon meringue pie towards Filch. Mrs. Norris spotted the flying pastry first and meowed excessively until Filch came over to her.

"What is it, my sweet?" he said, then looked up towards where the cat was looking. As soon as he looked up he received a face full of pie and let out a rather girly shriek. He began to shout a slew of curse words at his invisible attackers, vowing to get them. The two boys bolted back toward the common room, laughing hysterically the whole way with the image of a screaming Filch with pie covering his face and hair in their heads. They were just about to say the password to the fat lady when Sirius asked, breathless with laughter, what it was James had wanted to ask him earlier.

"Oi, forget it mate. It…it wasn't important."

"Prongs, I have only ever seen your face that serious when you stare down Evans. It was important!" Sirius retorted. James sighed and looked at his friend of seven years.

"Sirius, do you, erm…do you fancy…"

"Fancy…? You'll have to be more specific than that mate." Sirius laughed.

"Do you fancy Moony?" James blurted out, stopping Sirius' laugh immediately and leaving him with the most shocked expression on his face.

Oh god! James knows, James fucking knows! What do I say? He is your best mate after all Sirius…maybe you should just tell him. No I can't tell him it…it's too awkward. But if you don't tell him it will just keep eating you alive. If you can't trust James who can you trust?

"James, mate. I, I…" Sirius stammered, he couldn't bring himself to say. Saying it out loud would make it so much more real to him and he was not sure how he would handle it. James looked at his friend, sighed deeply, and put his hand on his shoulder.

"Padfoot, you are my best mate and you know I would accept you no matter what. You have been my statue of support through all these years that I have been stalk—uhm, chasing after Lily. And besides, it is bloody obvious from the way you stare at him!" James stated, with a grin.

"You're really okay with it Prongs?"

"Of course! And honestly I think he returns your feelings. Those girls who always crowd around the common room aren't the only ones I have caught staring at you." James said with a wink.

"What? Moony doesn't fancy me! I mean it would be bloody brilliant if he did but…no."

"Are you going to tell him?"

"Are you mad Prongs? It would creep the poor bloke out! He is the most innocent thing I have ever laid my eyes on. How would he feel if I just said eh, Moony, I want to shag you into the next century!" Sirius huffed.

"Oi Padfoot, I don't need to know the details! I really think you have got to tell him. I mean this is our last year at Hogwarts, now or never right?"

"I suppose you are right Prongs. But I have no clue how to go about it properly…I mean without totally freaking him out." Sirius sighed.

"Padfoot…" James began saying, a hint of the infamous Marauder glint in his eye. "I think I have a plan."