It was a Friday night at Hogwarts and the Marauders were in their Seventh Year which meant first and foremost that they had better ways of smuggling alcohol into the castle. Sirius was especially good at taking advantage of this during the weekend. But this weekend, Remus had looked at him like that and it had driven him to distraction.
'Moony, my man, I do believe you've made me soft,' Sirius said in offended tones, flinging himself in a swoon onto the bed with his hand on his head for dramatic effect.
Remus snorted fondly. 'Hardly. I trust you remember the particularly cruel prank you played on Severus the other day?'
Sirius beamed. 'Too bloody right I do. I thought the use of the Engorgement Charm was particularly ingenious-'
'Sirius'
'- If I do say so my self. Which I don't, because unless Evans is around, James will back me up. D'you remember the look on his-'
'Sirius!'
'Face. Cor. Lucky Pete had his camera, eh? In fact, where are they anyway?'
'Kitchens. Sirius.'
'Yeah?'
Remus gestured to the empty dormitory. 'Sirius. Look around you. Who do you see?' He raised an eyebrow to emphasise his point.
Sirius' eyes widened as he cottoned on quick enough. Muttering some quick locking and silencing spells on the door, he quickly unbuttoned his shirt, arching back on the bed for full effect.
'Finally. Soft indeed. In the head more like.' Remus grinned mischievously, removing his own shirt in a similar fashion.
'We'll see about that. Har har har.'
'Oh my God.' Remus rolled his eyes and silenced him with a kiss.