M'kay, this is for my friend Matt, 'cause I promised. It's probably going to be short, and I'll try to update quickly.

Warning: Sirius/Rem fic. Sorry, it's all slashy. Not your cup of tea? Do what I do- drink coffee. =P

Disclaimer: I've wished on every star, but I'm not JK... so I don't own 'em. =)

Remus glared at the large, shaggy black dog that had just tackled him to the ground. Its rather heavy weight was making it hard for him to breathe, but the dog only stood up (only four points of immense pain instead of a general squishing weight that he couldn't breathe under- which was better?) and happily wagged its tail. Its big gray eyes danced with something akin to laughter and mischief as it licked the boy pinned under it.

"You know that's disgusting, right, Padfoot?" Remus whined as he shoved the dog off and sat up.

Suddenly it was not a dog but one of his three best friends sitting next to him. "But it was fun!" he insisted as if that explained everything. To him, Remus reflected, it probably did.

"You enjoy that form far too much, Sirius," Remus told him with a sigh.

Sirius grinned easily and shrugged. "Why wouldn't I? I get to be lazy all the time."

"You already are lazy all the time."

"True," Sirius conceded, "but being a dog gives me an excuse to be!"

"Fine, but why do you always insist on jumping onto me?" Remus complained.

Sirius seemed to consider the question for a while. "You make a funny face when you're annoyed with me." Remus started to protest that that couldn'tbe the full answer because it had taken Sirius nearly half a minute to come up with it, but Sirius only cut him off. "Come on, Rem, we're late for class." He hopped to his feet and raced off calling behind him in a sing-song tone, "Moony's going to be late! Moony's going to be late!"

Remus sighed as he gathered his books and headed off after his hyperactive best friend. "Bloody Padfoot," he muttered and rolled his eyes as the song continued to drift back to him. But he couldn't stop himself from grinning, too, as he wiped the last of the doggy slobber off of his face.

James and Sirius sat alone in the Gryffindor common room later that night. Remus had gone off to the hospital wing and then to the Whomping Willow to wait for his transformation later that night. Peter had gone off to the library to try to find a book for his arithmancy class (one that they were all amazed to find he was actually good at, all by himself!) and, Sirius suspected, to avoid the tense atmosphere between the two boys. They had, once again, procrastinated all of their week long projects and were now valiantly struggling on a Thursday night to finish them before Friday classes.

Though in all honesty, James wasn't really working on his projects as much as he should be. He seemed quite distracted and kept staring at Sirius until, finally, Sirius set his quill down on top of his parchment and met James' stare. "What's up, mate?" He noticed James' expression and smirked. "You look like you swallowed a couple of pygmy puffs and they're attempting to colonize your intestines."

James' expression briefly scrunched up in disgust, his nose wrinkling as he protested, "That's disgusting!"

Sirius grinned and shrugged before becoming serious once more. "Really, though, what is it?"

James shifted around awkwardly for a moment. "I was just... I've kinda been wondering lately..." He trailed off, looking uncertain.

"Yes...?"

"Are you gay?" James blurted out. He looked horrified a moment later, but resolved. He wanted an answer- that much was clear.

Sirius was surprised by this random outburst. Since when had James been observant? Nonetheless, Sirius didn't think it would be hard to throw him off track. "Really, James? You do realize that I've dated most of the girls in this castle that are anywhere near our age?"

"Well, yeah," James admitted, "I think there were even a couple Slytherins in there somewhere..." He shuddered and Sirius smiled proudly. Those two girls had made it nearly impossible for him to win their affections, but in the end they couldn't resist. So far, no girl had been able to... "But," James continued after a moment, "that's part of the reason. You never seemed to really care about any of them. It always seemed more like a game to you."

"Hey, they were all alright."

"Yeah, as friends, and even that was a stretch. Right?"

"Well..." Sirius trailed off, staring at James. "Why do you want to know?"

James ran a hand through his hair, the only sign left that the situation was so incredibly uncomfortable for him. "Blimey, mate, you're my best friend. I'm only wondering. It's kind of a big thing; it's the kind of thing you're supposed to tell me."

Sirius looked away from James and down at his paragraph. "Just say that maybe I was," he said carefully. "What would you think?"

He could see James shrug on the edge of his vision. "That you're the same old Padfoot as always. You're my best friend, mate." He sighed briefly. "So you are then?"

"Sort of," Sirius admitted. "Not entirely. It's complicated." He looked up and met James' eyes again. He could see that James understood the full extent of complications, but neither of them was going to approach that subject just yet. Instead, Sirius felt his eyes drawn to the rising full moon outside. "Think we should give up on this junk and go help Moony out? This will be a rough one: first moon back to school."

James nodded, looking exhausted. "Yeah. Let's go track down Pete."

Though his pack was there, the first moon of the school year was always the worst and Remus was confined to the hospital wing for all of Friday and most of Saturday to rest up and heal. Madam Pomfrey kept a close eye on him and refused to let visitors (the Marauders) in until he was healed. She claimed that they would "disturb his much needed rest".

He was let out just in time for dinner and all four boys were full of pent up energy because they'd just finished the first week of school. They spent the follow few hours being wild and acting much more childish than Lily approved of (much to James' dismay) and by the time they fell onto their beds in the dorm they were exhausted. Remus had almost fallen asleep when a warm weight bounced onto the end of his bed. As James and Peter were both snoring quietly in their quarters of the room he had to assume that it was Sirius. A doggy snuffle at his ear a moment later confirmed his guess.

"Ger'off Padfoot," he muttered sleepily. "I'm tired," he attempted to say around a jaw splitting yawn.

"But my bed is cold!" Sirius whined, having turned back into a boy so that he could squirm under Remus' red and gold covers. "Please Rem?" His pleading puppy eyes were just barely visible to Remus in the dark.

He sighed. "Fine, Padfoot- just this once." He told himself that he was only agreeing because he wanted to sleep, not argue. And besides, it was a very cold night despite how early in the autumn it was. "Now go to sleep."

"M'kay Remy," Sirius agreed, burrowing closer to Remus' warmth. "Nighty night!"

Remus rolled his eyes and smiled wearily. "Goodnight, Sirius." Both boys fell asleep warm and content.

Kk, if ya check my best friend Lmedora's profile, she makes me sound like a pedophile for creating this story based on Winnie the Pooh... so, for the record, I am not. I love little kids and they tend to love me. I'd been looking for inspiration, and it just seemed like something Sirius and Remus would do. =) Just, for the record.

It was meant to be a one shot, so it'll probably be short, but it seemed like it was meant to be a short series... ~shrug~ Who am I to doubt the Muse? =) Much love! Please review, tell me what you thought...