I do appologise for this. I should be working on my other fics. Well, I was, and this popped into my head. Again, sorry. But, it is out of my system now - wahey! - so I shall return my attention to other things.

Late Nights Between Boys

It was very late at night. Or, rather, very early in the morning.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was silent. Or, rather, as silent as it ever gets with the myriad of students and staff, never mind the ghosts and the portraits and the house-elves.

All was quiet in the dungeons, Slytherins happily dreaming of plots and trickery and Hufflepuffs snuggled up in their Pyjammies.

All was still in the towers, but for the murmur of Ravenclaw theorems half-mumbled half-snored.

Even the Gryffindors were tucked up in their beds, with their courageous hearts and their fluffy socks.

That is, all but two of them.

One James Potter and one Sirius Black were still in the common room by the fire, flickering as it guttered out. It cast the room into half-shadow, creating dark foreboding corners and bright orange highlights.

And, if anyone were to wake and intrude upon them, that individual may have been in for a bit of a shock.

' Come on, faster!'

Sirius moaned, throwing his head back against the sofa.

' I'm going as fast as I can.'

' It's not good enough. Get stuck in! Good and proper!'

' I'm trying! Stop pressuring me!'

' I'm not pressuring, I'm guiding.'

' Well it isn't helping!'

' Shut up and get on with it, then!'

' Stop shouting, you'll wake someone!'

' You'd better be quick then, before someone walks in.'

Sirius sighed, brushed his hair out of his eyes, then took a deep breath.

' Okay. Okay! One more try.'

' That's the spirit, mate!'

' Oh, fuck off. This is all your fault anyway. You're a filthy instigator, Prongs.'

' And you love me for it,' James laughed. And punched his best mates leg. ' You suggested we finish History tonight. Then we can have a quidditch practise on Wednesday, you said.'

' I don't care what I said.'

' Well, you've started now, you might as well finish it.'

Sirius groaned again, throwing his quill onto the table. The black ink splattered noisily across the wood, and his parchment.

' Fuck! It's smudged now. I give up!'

' Give up then, and you'll have to finish it tomorrow in the library with Remus and Peter.'

Sirius frowned, but picked up the paper regardless and continued scratching away about the Great Goblin War of 1295.

You may wonder, rightfully so, why all the secrecy over homework?

The answer, as it usually is, is simple.

Appearances.

Because James Potter and Sirius Black were the most intelligent boys in the School, even only four years in. And being naturally brilliant just wasn't enough of a reputation for them. If they wanted to be the envy of the school population, they had to seem to do no work at all, but still get Outstanding grades.

As such, they spend their nights scribbling away at their parchments, their classmates none the wiser.

And, as such, when a certain Miss Lily Evans stumbled upon them at 4AM, they threw out the first excuse that came to mind.

Which is how, in one night, the two most intelligent boys in Hogwarts become the two perverts who stay up all night reading Busty and Bewitched.

And they were quite happy with that.