Title: Get on with it

Author: Damin Wolfblade (or XxDaminWolfbladexX, as I am now forced to call myself.

Rating: PG-13 or whatever its new equivilent is. Language and SLASH (beware innocents)

Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me, they are the property of Ms JK Rowling. No point in suing me, I'm a student...

Summary: A Remus/Sirius SLASH story. How they get together with the help of James and Peter. Hints of JPLE.

Chapter One: Tension & Plots

"Fuck."

They were wrestling again.

James and Peter ignored the garbled profanities emerging from the tangle of limbs that was their best friends Remus and Sirius, and continued to work on their Herbology homework.

"Humph!" A panting Sirius plopped down beside James, who flashed his friend a quick grin before returning to his paper. "Don't you want to know who won? Or why we were even fighting…again?" queried an attention-seeking Sirius, as Remus pulled up another chair and sat between Sirius and Peter. "Ah, Padfoot. Why were we fighting?"

"Well Moony that would be because…huh…I have absolutely no idea." Sirius replied, his brows furrowing in concentration, as he attempted to find the misplaced memory.

Peter rolled his eyes at Sirius' response and expression. Anyone with two brain cells, who had seen Remus and Sirius together, could figure out that they thought any excuse to roll around together and touch each other, was a good excuse. They'd been fumbling around each other since the beginning of their fifth year; they were now half way through sixth year and still fumbling around each other, both pretending that they are content with a purely platonic relationship.

At first he and James had assumed they would figure it out themselves and had accordingly left the issue alone. However, for two bright people they were being incredibly obtuse and dense. The situation was beginning to get a tad ridiculous and was starting to wear on Peter's nerves.

"Well whatever the reason, I'm tired. I'm gonna go have a shower and head to bed. G'night." Remus stood up slowly and stretched. He winced and lowered his arms and moved gingerly towards the stairs.

"Goodnight Moony" the remaining Marauders replied.

The seconds trickled by slowly for Sirius, after Remus left and he contented himself with thoughts of Remus upstairs in the shower, before he mentally castigated himself. He could not be thinking about his friend like this. He had long ago accepted that he had interests both sides of the fence, so to speak, but never had he felt anything like the feelings he had for Remus. However he refused to jeopardise his relationship with Remus, it meant far too much to him.

His diverting train of thought was broken by James slamming down his quill and loudly claiming that he'd finished. In the process he attracted some rather angry glares from the few other occupants of the common room, including Lily Evans, to whom, he flashed a charming smile. She just glared harder before turning back to the conversation she was having with her friend. Peter and Sirius chuckled at their friend's misfortune, "Oh hush. She loves me really." James assured his friends, who dutifully stopped laughing but their amusement was evident in their eyes. James scowled and turned to the stairs. Peter's hand shot out and wrapped around James' arm.

"Aw, Prongs, sorry mate. Don't suppose you could help me with this concluding paragraph?" Peter asked with a meaningful glance between Sirius and the dormitory stairs. James caught his meaning and re-seated himself, shuffling closer to Peter.

"Ah, look Padfoot we could be a while so, er, why don't you go to bed or chat up some girls or something?"

Sirius sighed and stood, raising his hand to his forehead in a very melodramatic fashion, "I know when I'm not wanted." He flashed them a disarming smile before flouncing up the staircase.

Peter grinned and James shook his head at their friend's display. "I know you didn't want to talk to me about your paper, so…" James trailed off waiting for Peter to take up the dialogue. Peter looked over his shoulder to ensure Sirius really had gone before he moved his head close to James' and said in a low tone, "Remus and Sirius need our help, if I see one more display of unresolved sexual tension, like tonight's little episode, I'll, I'll, well I don't know what I'll do but it won't be pleasant. Plus their fight – slash – wrestling matches are getting more violent every time. One of them might get seriously hurt."

James grinned at his blond friend's expression before turning serious. "I know and I totally agree but what the hell are we supposed to do?" Peter shrugged, then jumped as James exclaimed, "I've got it!" and cackled, all fairy-tale-witch like.

Peter blinked and looked at James as though he'd grown two extra heads or at least done something really dumb. In all the years he'd known James and all the pranks they'd pulled in that time, not once had he ever heard James cackle.

James loftily ignored Peter's look and continued with a small cough, "Anyways, it's really quite simple, all we have to do is lock them in a broom closet, bung on a couple of spells and voila. In their boredom and close proximity they'll confess their feelings, smooch some and then we let them out." James chose this point to pause for breath and he furrowed his brows together. "It's a stupid idea isn't it," he stated rather than asked. Wormtail pursed his lips together and nodded sympathetically. "Damn."

James flopped forward towards the table, his forehead coming into contact with the hard wood with a loud 'THUNK'. "Shit!" he yelped, rebounding backwards and rubbing the sore spot. Again Lily looked over in their direction eyes filled with disapproval. James managed not to notice and continued grumbling to himself about 'stupid tables', bloody Moony and Padfoot' and 'broom closets'

Peter smothered a smile and instead attempted to present a neutral face. "I would suggest a game of 'spin the bottle' or 'truth or dare' but they are far to clichéd." Peter remarked in all seriousness, trying to get Prongs back to the matter at hand.

"Hmmm… I know, so was the whole broom closet thing." Peter grinned, "Maybe we should sleep on it. But, by god I've never had this much trouble coming up with a prank before, why is this so different?"

Peter shrugged and begun to gather up his things. James sighed and joined him heading up the stairs but not before shooting a quick glance in the direction of his red-headed love of his life.

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A/N: Reviews/comments would be very much appreciated.

All the rest of the chapters can be found on my Live Journal, (link on my profile page). None of the rest of the chapters will be posted here, as fanfiction doesn't want me. I just want people to know where they can find the rest of the story and others by me.

Hugs and Kisses

Damin Wolfblade