Disclaimer: It wasn't me. I swear!

Category: Harry Potter

Characters: Remus, Sirius- SBRL. SLASH!

Genre: Romance

Rating: T for safety

Chapter One: The Beginning

Disclaimer: It wasn't me. I swear!

"Remuuuuuuuuuus!"

"Yes, Padfoot?"

"I need help!"

"You always need help."

"Do not!"

"Do too!"

"Do not!"

"Do too!"

"Do not!"

"Do t-"

"Ahem. And you're supposed to be the smart one!" said a raven haired, bespectacled boy.

"You mean, the sane one?" the tawny haired, amber eyed boy replied.

"More like the spoilsport!" the third boy whined.

"Padfoot, for the last time, I'm not going to help you!"

"Whaddya mean, 'for the last time?" he asked, "and why not?"

"Because every time I help you, I end up in detention with McGonagall glaring daggers at me!"

"Oh, come on. That was only once! And besides that was an accident. I mean, it was your fault!"

"MY fault!"

"Of course! Whose fault is it then? Mine?"

At the death glare coming form Remus, he quickly hurried on.

"I mean, who on Earth told you to go and sit in the broom closet, directly across from McGonagall's office, where I'd just set off a dungbomb!" Sirius said crossly and fixed his stormy blue-grey eyes on the now spluttering boy, of course overlooking the tiny fact that it had been him, who had told Remus to sit in the broom closet.

"Moony, you sound like a bird. Damn good imitation actually. Anyway, moony breathe. Breathe in, breathe out. In, out, in, out," the bespectacled boy said, amusement evident in his chocolate brown eyes.

When Sirius started laughing, James raised his eyebrows.

"Prongs, the whole in, out, in, out thing can have such a different meaning," Sirius drawled out, smirking and wriggling his eyebrows suggestively.

James looked blank for a second before the implication dawned on him. (A/N: All you innocents out there who don't understand, coughVidhushicough, don't worry about it.)

"Padfoot, you sicko!" he said, pulling a face.

'Prongs, considering you understood that sexual innuendo, you're as sick as him! And honestly Padfoot, get your mind out of the gutter!"

"Wait a minute, does that mean, that you understood that joke as well?"

"Of course."

The two boys smirked, first at each other, then at Remus, making the amber-eyed boy very, very nervous.

"Errrm, guys?"

"You do realise, that if you understood that joke, then you're sick as well?"

"It's slightly hard to stay innocent and naïve when you've been cracking sick jokes everyday since I met you… five and a half years ago!" (A/N: the Marauders are in their sixth year, one week before the first term ends.)

"Hey, I resent that! You're still an innocent, naïve little boy!"

"I am not innocent!"

There was silence. The boy's faces registered shock, although Sirius' eyes had narrowed afterwards.

"What! Which bastard was it?" Sirius snarled a dangerous glint in his narrowed eyes.

"I didn't mean it that way!" Remus said hastily, surprised by Sirius' anger.

Could Sirius be jealous of him? No, he couldn't be. He was probably just being his normal overprotective self, Remus thought.

Everyone knew how overprotective Sirius was of Remus, after he had hexed a boy for looking at Remus in a mean way.

"So you're still a virgin?" Sirius asked, the relief in his voice making James smirk at him, knowingly. (A/N hopefully you understood the joke now. If not, man, you're naïve!)

Remus' blush deepened. That was way too personal!

"You are, aren't you?" James asked his smirk widening.

"Can we please get off this topic? It's slightly embarrassing," Remus pleaded.

Relenting, the boys agreed, although Sirius couldn't help but say, "Oh is Remywemy embawwased?"

Remus glared, and then said, "I just don't like talking about my sex-life thanks!"

"Non-existent sex life, you mean," Sirius replied.

Again, that note of relief puzzled Remus. Why was Sirius so relieved that he was a virgin?

Could he maybe like me? Nah, everyone knows Sirius is straight. He couldn't possibly have dated all those girls if he was gay, or bi.

The truth as, Sirius was relieved. The thought of anyone, well, other than him, touching his Remus, in such as intimate way made his blood boil.

Well, not his yet. But he will be!

You see, Sirius Orion "Padfoot" Black, was in love. Very deeply in love.Very, very deeply in love. Very, very, very deeply in love. Very, very, ve- Well you get the point.Anyway, he was in love. Not just with anyone. Oh no. He was in very deeply in love with one called Remus John "Moony" Lupin.

And he had a plan, a very good plan to make before said person fall deeply in love with him.

Except, he needed help to carry this master of all master plans out. And the only person he could turn to for help was…

"Oh, Snivelly!"

Nah, just joking. That would be far too horrifying beyond words! (AKA: his last resort.)

So the only person he could possibly trust with his huge and gigantic secret and ask for help was…

A/N Yeah, yeah I know what you're thinking.

Good lord. She hasn't even finished all her other stories and she's already started another one!

The thing is, this story plot has been on my mind since last month. So I decided to halt any updates for my other stories and just finish this off first. This is probably going to be a five-part ficlet. So as soon as it's done, I'll start updating everything else.

So what do you think of this story?

I love slash, especially Remus and Sirius. They're soooo cute!

And before you ask, I just ignore the whole twelve year spent in Azkaban and the whole Sirius suspects Remus, and Remus suspects Sirius. I start crying otherwise.

But honestly, I keep talking about my story so much, all my energy runs out, so by the time I actually start writing it, the story's lost its interest.

But I promise to finish this off as soon as possible!

Anyways, pretty please with a cherry and sprinkles on top, REVIEW!