Hello all, again! Like the summary says, this fic will be a series of vignettes about Gwen and Sirius (and of course the other Marauders), had a certain megalomaniac who shall not be named not caused havoc. Do not fear, I will go back to canon once this fic is done, and write about what would really happen between these two favourite characters of mine, and sadly that means we'd have to say goodbye to Gideon and Fabian... but for now, in this fic, they will stay very much alive.

Disclaimer: Do not own any characters except Gwen Prewett.

Awkward Conversations

"Hang on I've just got to grab something from James' room, I left it on his bed side table." Sirius says, opening the door to James' room, pulling Gwen inside with him. He was so in shock as to what he saw that he didn't hear Gwen's sharp inhale. "Oh bloody hell."

James and Lily, however, hear him.

Gwen pulls him out of the room. "Sirius…"

"I… he and Evans… god I should have knocked." He says, looking at Gwen whose eyes were as large as Galleons. She is shaking her head muttering under her breath, when Sirius says, "He's going to kill me."

Gwen is about to respond when the door to James' room opens and a flustered looking Lily Evans rushes out, and without a word, she follows her into the room they shared. She looks back at Sirius who nods understandingly.

"Lily… I'm… we… I'm really sorry, we didn't knock. We should have. I mean, if we'd known-"

"It was so bad." Lily pauses. "I think...I think I'm a little bit glad you interrupted. I mean, everyone says your first time should be awkward-"

"Hang on." Gwen interrupts. "Just...just hang one second." Sirius is still standing in the doorway when Gwen gets to him. "Sirius, a word."

"Er...sure." He says, looking at James, sitting on the edge of his bed, his head buried in his hands.

"Did you know that it was their first?" She mouths the last word.

Sirius nods half-heartedly, "It explains why they had squished up faces."

Gwen shakes her head incredulously. "James, I'm sure it wasn't that bad-" She says just as they hear Lily complain with a loud, resounding "MEN."

"She thinks it's bad. She probably said it's bad. Did she tell you it was bad?" James groans, looking up at Gwen, who keeps her face blank and passive. "She probably hates me."

"Correction, she hated you. Then she liked you-"

"You're so helpful."

"And now she hates me again?" James asks after Gwen's comment. The three of them pause when they hear something smashing from Lily and Gwen's room.

"Did she just break something?" Sirius asks, a bit surprised as to how the normally calm and collected Head Girl was reacting. "Anyway, James, I've got some tips for you, you'll be shagging a-plenty in no time at all-"

"Sirius! You quit being a git, and just… be nice to James. I'll go calm her down, you, be sure not to say anything stupid." Gwen admonishes him, both hands on her hips, looking up at Sirius. "And don't say it. Just don't."

"You don't sound like Molly." Sirius smirks.

"Oh you loser." Gwen rolls her eyes and walks back to the girls' room. "Lily, are you alright? I heard something broke."

"Fixed it." She sighs. "I accidentally knocked the lamp over. Just a quick 'Reparo' fixed it right up."

"Just a bit over a month, and I can do whatever magic I want." Gwen sighs wistfully. "But...we're talking about you now. Lily, just...give it another go."

"No, it was… it was too horrible." She sighs, shaking her head. "So awkward, him on top-"

"Well that's your problem." Gwen finds herself saying unable to stop herself. Lily looks up at Gwen, eyes wide.

"You at least had someone experienced who knew what to do. I mean, we were so lost…" Her voice trails. "You probably don't hate it."

"You're right that I don't." Gwen says quietly. "Lily… promise me that what I'm about to tell you does not leave this room."

"I promise." Lily sighs.

"Sirius was horrible our first time." Gwen replies in what she hopes is an encouraging and supportive voice.

"There were also the extenuating circumstances that he hadn't been with a girl in ages according to Sirius-time." Lily adds.

"Yeah but nonetheless, I didn't really understand all the fuss about it. But then… we tried it again, and since then, erm, well, we look forward to all Hogsmeade weekends now." Gwen continues, her cheeks pink.

"I don't know if I can look at him again, though, Gwen. I mean, he's seen me naked… I've seen him naked." Lily answers.

"What, is he hairy in odd places?" Gwen asks, confused.

"No, thankfully." Lily says laughing slightly before something dawns on her. "Wait...so the...the illustrious Sirius Black was bad at it your first time?

"Horrible." Gwen replies, "but I'm glad I got over it."

At the same time, Sirius and James were still sitting in silence. "Well we're now in the same situation, mate. Gwen's upset with me, Lily's upset with you, we'll never get shagged agian."

"I'm sure Gwen'll shag you again after she stops being upset with you." James sighs. "Lily, though, she'll probably never speak to me."

"I mean Gwen she's a lovely girl-"

"But she's probably never thought you were rubbish at sex-"

"Bless her she didn't say anything when I was rubbi-"

James exhales. "YOU?"

"What? I never said anything." Sirius says quickly, suddenly feeling very sheepish.

"Yes you did!" James insists. "You said you were rubbish!"

"No, I didn't." Sirius lies. James gives him a look of disdain that Sirius knows all too well. "Fine. Fine. You know, since I'm you're best mate and a supportive best friend, it's time for a story."

"Will it make me cringe? Should I go fetch a bin, just in case I get sick?"

"Oh shut up, Prongs." Sirius replies. "Anyway, it should be stated, first, that even Sex Gods must lose their virginity. And I, Sirius Black, had to overcome that hurdle, even if it meant that it only lasted five minutes, and that I cried at the end of it."

James' eyes are saucer-like, and he was fighting the urge to laugh, then he remembered, that Sirius has shagged-a-plenty since then, where as he, James Potter, is looking to live the rest of his life shag-free.

"And that never leaves this room, Prongs." Sirius says emphatically. "The only people who know that are me, and whatever her name was."

"You don't even know her name?"

"Oh you know I'm rubbish with my disposable exes." Sirius says, grinning slightly. "Relationships that last as long as the condom were the best kind for a while. And then, there's Gwen."

"With whom you were rubbish at sex." James adds.

"Now there were variables that made me rubbish, alright? But ask her now, and I can guarantee that she'll say I'm not rubbish. Especially after our first night here."

"Ergh, the fact that your room is next to mine sickens me." James cringes.

"Silencing spells and locking doors, Prongs. That's all one needs." Sirius says wisely. "Well maybe you might need some help."

"Oh, thanks." James sighs, and there is silence between them. "You're probably right."

"I really hope you didn't go at it flags waving, full speed ahead. Because, if you did, then it probably was bad for her." Sirius says and feels as though he is a career counselor.

"I might have."

"Prongs." Sirius says, letting out a small laugh. "You've…you've… got to treat her like a lady."

"Likeyou know what that means." James rolls his eyes.

"I keep Gwen happy." Sirius grins. "You can't just go at it all willy nilly. You've got to pay special attention to her first. I mean, I could go into detail, but, really, neither of us wants that."

"I think I might have to hex you." James adds.

"And I'll hex you if you break up with her and cry-wank over it." Sirius smirks.

"I would not cry-wank." James says defensively. "And like you wouldn't cry wank if Gwen broke things off with you?"

"She wouldn't, so I have nothing to worry about." He grins. "And I'm sure you and your dearest Tiger Lily won't be broken up by the end of this holiday."

"Thanks, mate." James nods, and there is another silence between them. "So...just… let her have all the fun first?"

"And she'll be yours, mate. Honestly. Works every time." Sirius grins. "So, buck up, Prongs. I'm sure she doesn't hate you, or she would've left by now."

"D'you think she's left?" James asks, getting up suddenly and opens the door, Sirius runs behind him. "Oh, er...hi ladies."

Sirius winks at Gwen, who replies by pursing her lips, but before he can say anything, Mrs. Potter has made her way upstairs. "Oh, lovely that you're all here! Your father and I thought we'd take you to a dinner. A fancy dinner."

"Erm… does this mean we have to dress up, mum?" James asks, looking at Lily who interests herself with some of the pictures on the wall.

"Of course! Well, not dress robes, just something lovely. It will be so pleasant to see you boys in something other than trainers and grubby shirts." She sniffs. "Now as for you girls, you know I don't have any daughters, so if you'd let me help you find something to wear?"

"They'll be gone for ages." James says, turning to Sirius who had disappeared. "Padfoot?"

"I'm pretty sure Gwen brought that dress." Sirius says as James comes into his room. His best friend is pacing back and forth in front of his wardrobe. "So I'll wear this."

"You cannot be-"

"Serious?" He grins.

Lily and Gwen were in the bathroom, with Lily helping Gwen put the finishing touches on her look just as Sirius came in with his wand and a bottle of what appeared to be Sleekeazy's Hair Potion. "All right, Evans?" Sirius grins. "Mind if I crowd you?"

"I'm done, take all the room you want." Lily says before walking out of the bathroom.

"So, my favourite ginger, you realise that this is our first fancy date?" He asks, uncapping the bottle.

"With James, Lily, and James' parents? How...intimate." Gwen sniffs.

"Oh Gwen, you can't still be mad at me for being a prat to James. That was hours ago." Sirius says looking at her unable to discern whether she was bluffing. Shrugging, he turns back to the mirror and runs his hands, covered in potion. "What?"

"You spend more time looking at yourself in the mirror than I do." Gwen says dryly. "I mean, I don't know that I like that."

"Well, you know, as Fabian says, you are genetically blessed, and therefore don't need to spent half the time I do to perfect a look." Sirius smirks.

"That was a horrible attempt at trying to get into my knickers, Sirius." Gwen says, and though she looks upset, Sirius knows that she's amused. Gwen has one single tell when she is bluffing, the corners of her lips are slightly upturned, as opposed to when she's actually angry with Sirius, in which her lips are usually pursed, and Sirius, by this point has apologised.

"Well, you'll have to tell me if it works." He says, smoothing his hair.

She watches him carefully working the product through his hair. "I don't know why you're doing that."

"I think it looks good." He grins, looking at Gwen, who is actually looking quite serious. "But you don't."

"Well, I prefer it when it's natural...and it's just going to get messed up later anyway." Gwen says casually as she walks out of the bathroom.

Sirius takes one final glance in the mirror before running after Gwen. "Is it? Are you going to be the one messing it up, Gwen?" He looks at her, her bluffing face in full use, "You are you cheeky ginger."

"Don't be so sure of yourself, Sirius."

The two of them head downstairs and into the living room, where it appears all of the Potters have been waiting, and Lily looks relieved that she doesn't have to be left alone with the Potters and their darling boy.

"Ah we were wondering what happened to you two." James' father laughs. "Thought you might've forgotten about this dinner."

"Oh, we wouldn't forget, Sirius was just primping." Gwen smirks.

"All for you." He whispers, and Gwen rolls her eyes in response. "So, Mrs. P, we're ready." After receiving the address from Mr. and Mrs. Potter, they all Apparated, Sirius, taking Gwen, with Side-Along, to the restaurant.

The maitre'd was dressed in fine dress robes and greeted their party with a very posh and stuffy "Welcome to Maison d'Etre, I am Simon, your Maitre'd, Do you have a reservation?"

"Yes, under Charlus Potter."

"Ah yes, the group of six. Right this way then." He says, grabbing menus. "I will bring out a wine list as well, our selection of rose wines is very popular at the moment, with it being spring and all. Though, if you would like something else, we also have a bar on the other side of the entryway."

He shows them to an elegantly set rectangular table, and James' parents take their seats at either end. Gwen and Sirius sit next to each other, Lily and James across from them. "Well, men, we can go to the bar for manly drinks. I'll buy you a round of firewhiskey, but after that, it's your Galleons you're spending for drinks."

Sirius leans over and gives Gwen a quick kiss on the cheek, before he leaves. James and Lily both see this, but James instead chooses to give her a weak smile. The two join James' father at the bar. "Now, boys, I think it's time I've told you the rule about gingers."

"Dad…"

"No, James this is important. Gingers have fiery tempers. They do. Went to school with Ginevra, Gwen's mum, and she nearly killed Caspian for forgetting her birthday. Turned out he had a whole day planned and that's when he proposed to her, but nonetheless, it was a frightening day in Gryffindor Tower." He pauses to take a sip from his firewhiskey. "So, this is why I'm warning you, make sure you keep your gingers constantly placated, or else fear the consequences."

"Too late for that, Gwen's already been angry with me her fair share of times." Sirius grins, thumbing his glass of firewhiskey.

"I think Lily's been mad at me enough for a lifetime." James sighs. "And that was before we started dating."

"Like I said, son, keep her happy and you won't have to worry about the fiery ginger temper." His father chortles. "Now, let's head back. We don't want your mum sharing stories about how you wet the bed until you were seven."

"You did that?" Sirius asks.

"Not a word.

"Lips are sealed, mate." He pauses when he sees Gwen. The breadsticks appear to have arrived, and she was tending to one in a manner that causes him to stare, mouth agape. She is still managing to eat her breadstick in this manner when he sits down next to her, still staring. An oblivious Mrs. Potter engages Lily in a discussion of what it was like being a Muggle-born student at Hogwarts apparently without noticing either the look on Sirius' face or Gwen's treatment of the breadstick.

"Gwen…" He says in what he knows is an alluring voice. She looks at him, and realizes what she has been doing, and proceeds to tear her breadstick into smaller manageable pieces. She stops mid-chew when she feels Sirius' hand gently stroke her inner thigh through her dress. One quick glance at her glare and he removes his hand, though he winks at her before taking another drink from his firewhiskey.

"So, Gwen, Lily, you're the first girls that these two have brought for the holidays?" Mrs. Potter says finally after they managed to order their dinner.

"Well. James has only ever had eyes for Lily, Dorea." Charlus says jovially. "Sirius on the other hand, plenty of girlfriends for you, eh?"

Sirius squirms in his seat as he looks at Charlus and then back to Gwen. "Er-"

"I wouldn't really call them girlfriends." James grins.

"This is inappropriate for dinner." Sirius retorts.

"Look who's talking." Gwen adds.

The dinner, aside from Sirius' occasional under the table frisking, goes swimmingly, for Sirius and Gwen at least. When they've gone home, the four teens find themselves sitting in Lily and Gwen's shared room. "You still upset with me, Prewett?" Sirius asks, smirking. She rolls her eyes, and takes him by the hand, leading him out of the room. Before he is completely out of the room, Sirius says, with a grin, "Remember! Treat her like a lady!"

James shuts the door. "Look, Lily...erm, I understand if you want to, you know, leave, go back to your family for the rest of the holiday."

"Why would I do that?" She asks, looking up at him, his hair perpetually untidy, just the way she likes.

He stops and grins, sitting down next to her he sighs. "Sirius says I was probably doing it all wrong. I went in...er trumpets blaring, flags waving."

"Gwen says its just practice." Lily says this very slowly.

James realises that she's taken his hand, and swallows. "Erm, right now? Here, in your room? I mean, you do realise you're sharing with Gwen-"

"She hasn't slept in this room since we've arrived, James."

"Oh...well…"

"So, shall we practice?"

"It sounds like you're asking me for an afternoon on the Quidditch pitch."

"Will that make it better, Potter? Because I'm sure you can arrange that, you and that handy cloak of yours." Lily trails, grinning.