A/N: So, I've -never- written a slash before. Never. But you know, there are quite a few good RxS stories (Marika's, to name somebody and put them in the limelight :P) so I figured - you never know until you try! Enjoy. :)

Ten minutes til the Hogwarts Express departed ... I better hurry up! I dragged (with considerable effort) my trunk along the platform when a voice I recongized cut in pleasantly. "Ello, Moony!"
I glanced up to see James Potter standing by himself, leaning casually against his trunk. He raised an eyebrow and grinned at me. brought me to my senses quickly, and I flashed him a grin. He was standing by himself, leaning casually against his trunk. He looked just how I had remembered him: messy, his glasses falling down his nose, an impish grin on his face. I grinned at him, dragging my trunk over to were he was standing. "Hey, Prongs ..." I looked around for Wormtail and Padfoot, but alas, they had not yet arrived. "Good summer?" I questioned, glancing about the throng of students being bade goodbye by their parents and relatives. James snorted pleasantly.

"It was alright, bit boring. Actually - in some places it was entertaining, we all met up over the summer-"

A surge of jealousy ripped through me, but James didn't seem to notice and continued: "But only once, because Peter fell ill as he accidently ate a poisonous type of berry. I mean seriously, what kind of idiot goes eating random berries?"
"Me!" squeaked a voice, and we both turned around to see the round face of Peter Pettigrew beaming at us. He looked quite fatter than usual, and seemed to be blissfully unaware he had a bright red lipstick mark on his right cheek. James supressed a laugh and clapped Wormy on the back in greeting, who flinched, as if thinking James was going to hurt him.

I glanced at my watch: 10:58. "We better board," James was saying, and Peter nodded enthuastically, falling over his own trunk as he tried to board the train. James rolled his eyes and boarded too. I looked at my watch again. 10:59.

"Are you coming, Moony? The train leaves precisely at eleven, ya'know ..."
"I'm coming," I muttered, clambering onto the train, nearly tripping Peter up as he stood gormlessly, watching James and I with admiration. My watch beeped; 11 am. The doors were about to close, when Sirius ran furiously through the parents. "Move!" he was yelling, and with considerable strength, James and I managed to hold the enchanted doors open long enough for Sirius to rugby dive onto the train. He was bright red from running, and his dark hair fell sexily into his eyes. I was staring at him, apparently, because James nudged me.
"Why are you late?" I asked Sirius, raising an eyebrow and regaining my usual mysterious self. Sirius grinned.
"Decided to go get a butterbeer before boarding - you know, from that stand? It was disgusting so I tipped it over the man who was selling them, and he chased me away, and I kind of got lost-"
"You got lost?" snorted James sarcastically, but grinned at the same time.

Sirius nodded enthusastically. "I know, I know ... so that's why I was like, late." He stretched and grabbed his trunk easily. "Let's find a compartment?" So, off we all went. We took our usual compartment; but there was somebody in there. Lily Evans, on her own. She was staring miserably out of the window and did not seem to acknowledge our prescence, until James cleared his throat, and she started. "Alright, Evans?" he said loudly, his usual swagger reappearing quickly. Lily glared at him.
"Shut up, James." She appeared to be crying.

"Makes a difference from 'Potter'," muttered James, but he seemed aware of her tears now. "What's wrong?"
"Petunia and I had an argument," she said sadly. Sirius yawned loudly at this and she glared at him. James put on his best reassuring look and sat next to her, grinning at her. "I'm sorry. Want a hug?"
"No," she said tartly, "I don't."
James' face fell. "Oh. Anything I can do, then?"
She shook her head, her red hair falling over her face attractively. James stared at her appriceatively. Sirius yawned again, and delve into his trunk and retrieved a huge bag of Chocolate Frogs. "All for me, yum."
Mmm, chocolate frogs ... "Can I have one Sirius?" I requested with a smile. He threw one to me in answer, before saying, "I know how much you like your chocolate, Rem-Rem."
I blushed but took the chocolate anyway. Sirius didn't appear to of noticed. Peter was now looking hopefully at the chocolate, and tried to steal one, but Sirius thwacked him hard. "Why do you have a lipstick mark on your cheek?" he said unhelpfully. Peter squeaked, mortified, and ran out of the compartment. I laughed pleasantly. "Sirius, you shouldn't be so blunt, you know ..."
"I'll remember that for next time," he replied with a small smile. He seemed slightly distant ... I wonder what's wrong? But before I got chance to ask, James had begun to talk in rapture with Lily about Quidditch, and Sirius intervined, showing off all his knowledge. No one seemed to notice Peter had slipped back in, apart from me. The Lipstick mark had vanished.

This was going to be an interesting year.