Hello, everyone. Here's my newest story. It IS Remus/Sirius. Don't like, don't read. I'm experimenting with this story, and I haven't got a clue where I'm going with it, but so far, I like it. I hope you do too!

CHAPTER ONE

It was an abnormally hot morning in early September as two boys, no more than sixteen years of age wheeled casually through, what appeared to most, a solid wall of brick. Upon entering Platform 9 3/4, the bespectacled boy bid his friend goodbye as he set off to search their awaiting train for an open compartment.

Immediately after his mate's departure, the young Sirius Black began his search for the love of his young life. The love with whom he'd not seen in over a month. Pushing his long ebony hair from his eyes, he stopped a few feet away the where he'd just entered the platform. He had found what he was looking for.

"Sirius!" A voice called through the crowd of students waiting to board the train.

"Hey-" Sirius' following words were drowned as a sea of pale pink encased his lips. Closing his eyes almost lazily, Sirius returned the unexpected kiss with a month's worth of pent up passion. His right fingers found themselves entangled in the golden-brown locks of his lover, as the others settled upon the slender waist.

Hours must've gone by before the kiss was broken by a call from James Potter. Apparently, he'd found a compartment for his best mates to stay in.

Smiling sheepishly, Sirius removed the arms of Remus Lupin from their tight hold upon his neck, leading him through the crowd of awestruck students. The two lovers had never been so open with their relationship before that one very public kiss, leaving the previously unknowing students surrounding them shocked and surprised. Not that Remus or Sirius cared.

"I've missed you so much, Siri," Remus whispered, as they hauled their trunks onto the train.

Smiling discreetly at James, Sirius replied, "I've missed you too, Moony. We've got a lot to tell you." And with that, the three boys wheeled their trunks to a compartment vacant, except for their fellow Marauder, Peter Pettigrew. And so began their sixth journey to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

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"Hey, Pete!" called James Potter, looking as though he'd been living on caffeine for the past few days. His hair was messier than usual, which is really saying something, and the bags below his eyes were large enough to give him the appearance of the bad end of a good punch. "Can you go get us some sweets from the trolley?"

The plump boy nodded, taking a few silver coins from James before rushing out of their tiny compartment. Sirius raised his head from the window he'd been leaning on, watching Peter as he left. Remus had yet to return from his Prefects meeting, in which he was to help the Head Boy and Girl in explaining the duties to the new Prefects of the year below them.

"James," Sirius said slowly, as his fingers began drumming upon his thigh, "Get my trunk, will you?"

Giving Sirius a look that plainly stated he'd rather not, James heaved the trunk from its shelf, handing it over to Sirius. The boy opened it quickly, moving haphazardly packed clothes and books aside until he had what he was searching for. He pulled out a small plastic bag filled with what appeared to be flour or confectionary sugar.

"Thanks, mate," Sirius said, opening the bag with trembling fingers. Thank Merlin James had finally gotten Peter out. Sirius wasn't sure how much longer he could've waited. Taking a small portion of the bag's contents, he offered the bag to James, as he'd done all summer. And just as it had gone over the summer, James kindly declined.

James and Sirius had discovered the drug over the holidays, and the effects had been amazing, but James knew he shouldn't become a regular user. After their first use together, Sirius knew he'd need more. He quickly became quite dependant on the drug, much to James' disapproval. James said nothing about it, not knowing exactly what to do about it, nor did he really have the right. He was still an occasional user, after all.

The bag was soon placed back among the books and apparel as the deed was finished. It wasn't long before the effects took hold of the dark haired Marauder. James just watched slightly apprehensively from his seat.

Sirius watched his fellow Marauder with an amused gaze. It was like his dreary world was, once again, here for his entertainment, and Sirius took full advantage of it. Every look James shot his way, caused Sirius' near-mad laughter to increase.

This was how Remus and Peter found them nearly ten minutes later.

"Hey, guys," Peter began, sliding the door to the compartment aside, digging in his pockets for the sweets he'd bought from the trolley, "Here's your sw-" He stopped abruptly upon seeing the state of his mates. Remus, being behind Peter's frozen composure, pushed the boy gently into the small room, enabling himself to view the scene.

He chuckled lightly, completely unaware of why his mate was laughing hysterically, or why James was looking at him like he were a madman. "What's gotten into you?" the lycanthrope asked amused. James moved his gaze from Sirius to look at Remus. Sirius didn't seem to be capable of getting all the giggles out of his voice as he answered.

"Wh-What are you talking about, Moony?" Sirius questioned covering his mouth in attempts at holding his unexplainable mirth in. He picked himself up from the floor, where he'd previously fallen in his fit of laughter. When standing properly, he convulsively took Remus' arm, pulling the tawny boy onto his lap as he fell gracelessly into the chair behind him.

"Sirius!" Remus shrieked indignantly as he was pulled upon the boy's lap, "What the bloody hell has gotten into you?" Yes, he loved Sirius with all of his young heart, but they had long ago agreed to keep their private affairs strictly private. That agreement had held true until earlier that morning, when Remus himself had diminished it with a lustful kiss of want and desire. Remembering this detail, Remus stopped complaining, knowing it was unfair to the Marauder upon whom he sat. That all changed when the tawny haired boy looked into his lover's eyes.

"Nothing's gotten into me, Moony. That's your job." Sirius replied, still smiling wickedly as his brows made an unmistakable quirk of perversion. In the sex-obsessed mind of Sirius Black, shagging Remus sounded like a brilliant idea at the moment.

James couldn't help but laugh at his best mate's too-much-information-for-comfort statement., as Peter watched quite awkwardly. He'd accepted his mates' dating, but he still found it uncomfortable when certain things happened between them when he was around. He'd already dealt with months of forgotten Silencing Charms in their Fifth Year, but he still hadn't become one hundred percent used to this.

Remus threw James a stern look, plainly stating this was not something to laugh about. James stopped abruptly looking like deer in the headlights. Or a Stag, rather. Remus had returned his gaze to Sirius, and was trying, without much prevail, to stop his lover from doing this right now, for something was different. Sirius normally respected his wishes of privacy, but now, it was as though none of that mattered as long as Remus was there and available.

At that thought, Remus struggled out of Sirius' grasp and out of his lap. He didn't like the thought of being used, even if it was by the person he loved. He could tell with one look in those stormy eyes, there was nothing but lust behind this. What was wrong with his Siri?

As Remus left his place upon the dog animagus, Sirius' face fell. "Muh-hoony!" he whined in a child-like voice, as he outstretched his arms in attempts at grabbing Remus again, "Come back!"

The presence of James and Peter was forgotten as the werewolf's face twisted in anger. The full moon had just passed, leaving Remus' emotions on a temporary high. What would normally have been handled calmly, was now handled with a level of rashness unfamiliar to Remus when the new moon neared.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Sirius?" Remus snapped, folding his arms protectively over his chest, "You bloody know how I feel about going too far in public." That wasn't exactly the reason behind Remus' anger, but he didn't know what else to say. He just wanted Sirius to know he was angry, even if he didn't know the real reason why.

Sirius sat back in his seat, anger also apparent on his features, "You weren't worried about that out on the platform." he muttered fiercely. He stood up, taking a few steps towards Remus, towering over him. Remus nearly laughed at Sirius' attempts at intimidation. The lycanthrope wasn't afraid of the boy standing over him.

Remus' breath became labored as his anger rose. He had nothing to say to Sirius' comment. It had been the truth. Maybe Remus was overreacting, but he knew there was something wrong with Sirius; something that hadn't been present on the platform when they'd shared their kiss.

Sirius smiled, as though in triumph at Remus' silence. "Nothing to say to that, eh?" he said smugly.

His anger was bubbling over as salty drops formed in the corners of Remus' eyes. Sirius had been so kind and loving earlier. What had gotten into him? He was now being harsh and uncaring of his mate's feelings. As words still found themselves lost on their way out through Remus' trembling lips, he decided there was only one way to get his point across.

Unfolding his arms as though signaling defeat, and turning to leave, Remus sharply whirled around, striking Sirius' face with his open palm. The contact of skin on skin made a satisfying clap as the moist amber-eyed boy wheeled around and out of the compartment without a backwards glance.

Peter's jaw dropped, as did James'. They both knew this was going to turn out badly. Both boys were too stunned to follow Remus or speak to Sirius, who had lifted a hand to gingerly touch his rapidly reddening cheek, staring out the door Remus had just passed through.

When the initial shock of the smack wore off, anger returned to Sirius' face. "Well, fuck him," Sirius stated bluntly to no one in particular as he sat once more, folding his arms across his chest again, a scowl donning his face.

Well, there's the beginning. Leave me a review to tell me what you think!

Prongsie :)