A/N: Okay, so I'm cancelling my angst-emo-like Sirius/Remus story, and I'm making a perkier one. I hate it that I don't remember how my other story was supposed to go, so here I am, trying to make a new one. :D

Please review? –gives cookies- Sirius and Remus made them! (Sirius: Well, Remus and I made more than cookies—) Don't go there.

Chapter One

There was always a saying in the Muggle world, "When the going gets tough, the tough get going."

Well, with Sirius Black and James Potter, when the going gets tough, the boys get rough. And that's what got me into this bloody mess, helping the two miscreants polish the various trophies that the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry had acquired over the past centuries. I love this school like it were my home, but sometimes I wished that it wasn't that brilliant. There would be hardly any trophies to clean, and it wouldn't be considered punishment.

"That was the best prank we've done so far this year, Pads!" James's hazel brown eyes lit up in triumph as he rubbed one of the trophies with a rag. I sighed and rolled my eyes, flicking strands of my mousy brown hair away from them. "The look on Nott's face? Classic!"

"I know! That has to go in our Hall of Fame!" Sirius added, lazily dusting off the trophies on the top shelf. Peter Pettigrew, our other friend, let out a squeak in agreement. With how I got myself into this much trouble, I'd never hear the end of it from my mother.

"How about you, Remus? What do you think?" James tilted his head to meet my eyes, and I shrugged carelessly. I looked into the trophy I was polishing, seeing my reflection through the slightly rusty gold. All I saw was a slightly scrawny seventeen-year-old with dark bags under amber-flecked brown eyes, a mess of brown hair and scars that lightly grazed my cheek.

"Oh, Rem's a bit angry," Sirius teased from the top of the ladder, looking down at me with a small smirk lighting up his features. I glared up at him. Stupid Sirius had nothing to be cocky about. Just because he had the black hair with dark brown streaks that every girl wanted to run their hands through, and just because he had the deep storm grey eyes that no one could resist melting into doesn't mean that he had the right to be cocky.

… I did not just describe my best friend in that way.

"Of course I'm angry, you dipstick! We're in trouble, again!" I groaned, throwing my rag inside my trophy and scrubbing rougher than ever before. "Do you know what this says about me? I'm supposed to be a Prefect, boys! A Prefect!"

"You're starting to sound like Evans, Moony…" James tossed me his rag, and I dodged it with ease after years of living with their pillow fights in the dormitories.

"Oh, be careful, then! He might sneak into your bed while you're asleep and shag you senseless," Sirius teased, causing me to chuck James's rag at him. "Hey! Foul move, I'm all the way up here!"

"More reason for me to hit you, so you can fall off," I retorted. Sirius tossed James his rag after sticking his tongue out at me. "Oh, very mature of you, Sirius."

"Let me be a child!" Sirius whined, climbing down the ladder and making his way towards me. I took a few steps back, holding my hands up in surrender. An evil grin crossed his face as he neared me, finally cornering me against the wall. I gulped slightly, staring into his amused eyes.

"What a compromising position, Pads, but do let our best friend breathe a bit," James teased, and I laughed as the rag flew back once more to hit Sirius's back. With a groan, Sirius turned around and smirked at James.

"You're just homophobic, Prongs." With a light sigh, Sirius climbed back up the ladder. "But don't go running to me and telling me off when you get into Remus's bed tonight."

I rolled my eyes and groaned low under my breath. With Sirius and the Quidditch captain-slash-Head Boy chasing each other around the trophy room, there's no doubt at all that we'd be serving another detention.

-

"Hey Remus, why weren't you at the Prefect meeting last night?" The sound of Lily Evans's voice plunged me out of my sleepy state. I rubbed my eyes blearily and sighed, sending Lily an apologetic smile.

"I'm so sorry, but the boys got me in detention again." I opened the Great Hall doors for her, and she graciously stepped in and waited until I closed it. "I don't think I can handle any more late-night sanctions. Patrolling, academics and James-and-Sirius are just a bloody handful, you know?"

A cross expression wrinkled Lily's usually peaceful features. "It's always been a question in my mind for years, Remus. Why do you stay with them?" she whispered incredulously. "They're exactly the opposite of you are! Mischievous, always troublesome—"

"Fascinating, handsome and absolutely besotted with danger," I finished with a small smile, offering her a space on the bench before sitting down myself. Piling some food onto my plate, I began to eat. "They're not that evil as you think they are, Lily."

"It's just… maybe you deserve some better company. At least company that won't get you into so much trouble," Lily said honestly, playing with the scrambled eggs on her plate. I smiled and patted her knee softly.

"I'll see what I can do about the troublemaking, alright? But those boys are my best friends. I don't think I can settle for anything less." I smiled and removed my hand from her knee, before resuming my breakfast. "Well, how was the Prefect meeting anyhow?"

"We discussed about the upcoming Halloween party," Lily said conversationally, adding some more bacon onto her plate. "Charlotte Bones suggested a masquerade, like in the Phantom of the Opera."

"Ah, sounds good, then. I'm sure you'll do fantastic on this social, Lily." I flashed her a reassuring smile, and she sent a slightly anxious one in return. After a small bit of chitchat and eating in companionable silence, I gulped the last of my orange juice and stood up. "Well, I'll see you in Charms, Head Girl. I have to go wake up the boys before they actually forget we have class today."

"Bye, Remus," Lily said with a wave, and I quickly exited the Great Hall to find my friends.