Hey, since this is pretty much my first one shot I apologise if it is terrible in advance. Constructive criticism welcome, no haters please.

I own nothing but the plot and Medusa. (The portrait in this story, not the character from the myths.) All credit for the characters goes to the amazing JK Rowling.

Wolfstar paring, just a little one shot from the Marauder's era, hopefully not the last I ever publish. If you have any one shots you'd like to see written, don't hesitate to contact me.

"F***." Sirius shouted to the empty dorm room, surrounded by clothes all strewn other the floor.

"Language." Warned Medusa.

"Who the f*** are you?"

"The one and only Medusa, bringer of the best dating advice."

"Really." The boy muttered, black hair falling into his eyes.

"Of course. What's your problem?"

"What the hell would you know? You're just a painting."

"Escuze moi mister Black. I have been in this castle for centuries. I think you'll find I know more about dating than you ever could hope to know. So who's got the famous Black starry eyed?"

Sirius studied the portrait. She looked serious enough. He sighed. "Basically I'm in love with my best friend who happens to be a guy. Who is a werewolf. Who I have no idea likes me or not in that way."

"That's easy." She replied as though the answer was as simple as writing a word.

"What?" The boy said in shock.

"Just tell him how you feel."

"Why? He'd just laugh at me or something."

"You're talking about Remus Lupin, right? That nice dear boy, laugh at you? Besides, I told you I give advice to everyone around the castle. Including a certain werewolf. Who has a crush on a certain punk boy who claims his soul is as dark as his name."

"Really?"

"Honestly, I find it ridiculous. But the heart wants what the heart wants." She laughed.

"Wait. Remus likes me."

"I already told you that." Medusa said to the empty room. "Boys," She muttered. "Are hopeless at love."

Using the marauder's map Sirius had located Remus and was now hovering around the classroom Remus was in, talking to a teacher. He saw the Remus was talking to the door, and mentally tried to prepare himself as to what he was going to say.

The werewolf walked out the classroom, and all of Sirius' brain functions stopped. "HeywillyougotoHogsmeadewithmetomorrow." He managed to splutter out finally. Remus just stopped and stared at him, cocking his head.

"You know, it may be surprising, but I can't understand anything at that speed. Could you repeat it, and possibly, I don't know, slower maybe?"

Sirius took in a deep breath, desperate not to lose any courage. "Would you go to Hogsmeade with me tomorrow?"

"What, on Valentine's day?"

"Yeah." He stuttered. "Although you don't have to do it, now actually as I come to think of it it's a terrible idea, so-"

"Sirius?" The black haired male starred into the brunette's eyes. "A. shut up. B. Do you mean like a date, or what?"

"A date." He mumbled, caught under Remus' gaze, who shrugged.

"Sure."

"Really? You mean it?"

"No." Remus snapped sarcastically. "Of course I mean it. Idiot."

Sirius couldn't stop grinning the whole way to the common room, even when they were joined by James and Peter.

However none of the boys noticed a portrait that was grinning as she ran to a McGonnagall's room, who in turn had a small smile on her lips, due to Albus owing her ten galleons.

If anyone is interested in how Medusa came to be at Hogwarts, or just stuff about the founders in general, I've got a book of one shots, titled 'Creating Hogwarts', that shows how stuff happened in Hogwarts when they were creating it.