Author's Note: Wrote this in a couple of minutes. Felt like writing something mildly perverted. I just wrote something with almost no dialog, so now I'm switching to the other extreme: almost total dialogue.
Padfoot, you're a pervert.
But you love me. Admit it, Moony.
I must if I haven't killed a prat like you yet.
That's just you're way of saying "Sirius, I want to---Remus scribbles out obscenities
Gods, you are such a pervert.
"Black? Lupin? Are we bothering you or would you prefer to continue your conversation in the Headmaster's office?"
"It's ok, dearest Professor McGonagall. I don't mind, but you know Remus…" Remus glared at Sirius as his friend pulled him from the room, smiling charmingly at the class.
"Good job, Padfoot. Bet anything there's an essay on telling werewolves from real wolves."
"Which you'll ace, Smart One. Hell, if we're lucky, there'll be one on lube…"
"Gods."
"Don't play that, Moony. I know that you know what I know that I've known exactly what you know and how long you've known it. I'm not in the dark, even if technically, I'm in the dark of this corridor. I'm not in the dark about being in the dark. I am however in the dark about why we weren't in the dark earlier…"
"That may have been the most sensible thing you've ever said, Pads. And I missed it."
"Only cos you were lost in my eyes." Sirius raised his eyebrows suggestively while trying to flutter his eyelids. A combination that didn't quite get the effect he wanted. Remus snorted.
"Or, if that's the way you're gonna play it." Sirius grinned mischievously. "You could have been to busy staring…" He whispered obscenities into his friend's ear. Remus flushed and adjusted his bag accordingly. He looked for something to change the subject.
"Wait, when did we get to the Room of Requirement?"
"When we required it. I thought you were the smart one."
Remus smiled. He couldn't help it. Sirius was good at this.
"Now about that lube essay…"