Because even the best friends have fights sometimes...

The fight

1973, third year, Gryffindor boys dorm.

James swung open the door of the boy's dormitory and strode towards his bed, Sirius right on his heels.

"Get out of my sight, Black!" he hissed at his best friend. "Sure thing!" Sirius snapped back at him. He headed straight for his bedside cabinet and drew the hangings around him. James glared furiously at Sirius's bed.

Remus looked up from the book he was reading, surprised. "What's up with you guys?" he asked them.

None of them answered. "Right, we're gonna act like that again?" Remus sighed.

"Shut up, Moony. You don't know what that filthy Flobberworm has done just yet," James said, his voice full of loathing.

"What did you just call me, Potter?" roared Sirius from behind his bed curtains.

"Hinkypunk!" James shouted at him.

Sirius growled. "Why don't you just head over to the Slytherin common room? I'm sure you'll find your soul mate Snape over there. An ugly git as well, just like you!"

"Shut up, you bastard! No wonder your parents don't like you!"

"Daddy boy!"

"Horklump!"

"SHUT UP!" Remus interrupted their fight. "I'm doing homework over here."

"I used to as well," James snapped at him, glaring furious at Sirius' closed curtains.

"No need to get angry with me now," Remus reasoned him. "And will you now please tell me what all this fuss is about?"

But James had already drawn the hangings of his bed around him and simply grumbled a bit in reply.

Remus looked at the two beds, curtains closed, sighed once more and tried to concentrate on his book again.

...

For about ten minutes, James lay on his bed, eyes wide open. He heard Sirius's bed cracking. Heard him shifting his weight.

James pushed himself up on one arm and slit open the curtains a bit. The hangings of the bed next to his were opened a tiny slice as well. Sirius' eye was peeking through the crack.

Sirius opened his curtains a bit further, and so did James.

"What's up, Padfoot?"

"I - well - I wanted to say sorry for calling you Snape's soul mate. Got a bit too far by that one..."

"Sorry as well for everything I said."

"Everything?" Sirius asked. "Who said I apologized for everything? I only made up for the Snape one. You're still an ugly git!"

James's eyes narrowed. "Thank you so very much, Padfoot," he scowled. But then he smiled.

"You're welcome," said Sirius. He chuckled a bit. "What was this fuss about again?"

"About you accidentally pouring your ink bottle all over my Defence Against the Dark Arts essay."

"Oh... right... I didn't... Well, it was accidentally!"

"Yeah, but I am the one to rewrite the whole essay."

Sirius clearly didn't know what to say on that one. But then his eyes started sparkling.

"Next Defence Against the Dark Arts class, I know an ink bottle to accidentally push over..."

James suddenly grinned at him. Sirius flashed a grin in return.

"Ok," James said, "let's first finish that essay. Then we'll look up the jinx to push over ink bottles from a distance."

"Deal! And I'll help you with your essay, Prongs." Sirius smiled.

The drew back the curtains of their beds, climbed out and went back for the common room.

As they were gone, Remus rolled his eyes, and tried to refocus on his book.

Now they were gone, he couldn't hold his laughter anymore.