Sorry, Moony

Summary:How Moony and Padfoot made up after The Prank.

Sirius' P.O.V

I think I should die. I deserve to die. Moony will probably be the cause of it, and he has every right to be. I mean, people always tell me I'm stupid, and they're right, but this went to new extremes.

I told Snivellus.

I went and told Snivellus, a Slytherin, our enemy, Moony's secret. I solemnly swore I wouldn't, and Marauder Promised, and swore on the Muggle Bible, and Prongs's life, and promised to do all sorts of ridiculous things, including bungee jumping out of the Astronomy Tower, and kissing Dumbledore, if I did. But the stupid part in my brain, the part that's a proper Black, the part that doesn't think – most of it, probably – reasoned that I hadn't told. All I said was for Snivellus to go to the Shrieking Shack. Not my fault he listened.

Oh, who am I kidding? Snivellus could've died, Moony would've been expelled, and it would've been all. My. Fault. Thank Merlin for Prongs. If that doesn't score him a date with Evans, I don't know what will.

Finally Moony walks past. I'd been sitting outside the Marauder Room Of Awesomeness (that turns into whatever you want. Genius) for the past hour. So when Moony finally comes past, I race up to him and tackle him to the ground.

"Ow! Merlin, Sirius, you're squashing me!"

I am, actually. If I didn't have a girlfriend – two, in fact – this would look very awkward.

"Moony, I'm sorry. You have to forgive me."

"I don't have to do anything. The only thing I have to do is keep my secret a secret, but you ruined that."

"I'm an idiot, I know. And you have every right to ignore me for the rest of your life. But, as we're Marauder's, you won't. We're brothers – you can't hate your brother."

He keeps trying to wriggle away, but with a cousin like Bellatrix, I'm quite strong. "I can do whatever the hell I want. If we were brothers, this never would've happened. Brothers should be able to trust each other with their lives."

He manages to pull an arm out, which he uses to wipe his eyes. Brilliant, now I've made Moony cry.

"Come on, Moons. I'm sorry, OK? And I've been officially demoted from Most Awesome Marauder , to Rubbish, Fearing-For-His-Life, Barely a Marauder. And I'm going to find that list of Dumb Things We Have To Do If We Do Something We Solemnly Swore Not To, and do every single thing on there. Including kissing Dumbledore."

I'm just sitting on his legs now, leaving him free to wipe his eyes. Then he leans over and hugs me so hard I wonder for a second if he's actually trying to kill me.

"I hate you," he reminds me.

I sigh dramatically. "You're worse then Evans."

"Well, it's true. But you're forgiven, Rubbish, Barely A Marauder. And I'm going to find that list, an laugh the hardest when you kiss Dumbledore."

I squeeze back, grinning. The kiss will almost be worth it.

Almost.