Disclaimer: If Harry Potter was mine, we'd see a lot less of people running from an ugly, bald wizard, and a lot more of hot wizards having Naked Time.

Chapter Two

Sirius' Point of View

In the lavatory, Sirius slumped against the back of the door and groaned. What if I'm wrong? he wondered dejectedly.

He and James had discussed it months ago, and they were certain by Remus' behaviour that their polite, clever friend had finally fallen for someone.

"It'll be spring soon," James had said back then. "Remus' favourite season; the time when all of the animals start making babies! Love is in the air, Padfoot!"

The difference was that James had no idea who the object of Remus' affection could be, where as Sirius had a guess. More accurately, Sirius had a prayer. He prayed that the werewolf fancied himself. When he considered how often he had caught Remus staring at him, it was a feasible assumption. He'd noticed last term that his bookish friend never dated and had a tendency to look at him instead of girls. It had made Sirius feel awkward at first, but the reason it made him uncomfortable was because he'd liked it when he assumed he shouldn't. This term, Sirius had learned to accept his longings and wanted to obtain them, or obtain him as the case may be.

Sirius knew that Remus, having a much lower opinion of himself than he ought to, would never dare to make the first move. Consequently, for half a year Sirius had been trying to initiate the beginnings of a kiss, hoping that Remus would finish the deed.

However, after going so long without results, he wondered if maybe he had misjudged Remus' emotions. After all, a minute ago he'd practically given Remus permission to suck him off and shove his cock up Sirius' arse, and the pureblood hadn't gotten anything for his efforts.

With another frustrated moan, Sirius dropped his trousers and stepped into the shower stall, using how close he'd been to Remus' succulent lips earlier as inspiration for his morning wank.

Breakfast mainly consisted of James complaining about Sirius being a dreadful alarm clock and Peter grousing about the hangover that he had. Sirius and Remus barely spoke.

The sixth years had Charms as their first lesson that day, hence the four mischief-makers took their usual seats in the back of Flitwick's classroom. Remus retrieved parchment and a quill from his bag to take notes on the lesson. James angled his body so that he could take notes on the redhead on the other side of the room. Peter slumped exhaustedly against the desk, hoping that the professor wouldn't notice him. Sirius allowed himself to ponder how Remus might feel about him.

"Today," the tiny instructor announced from atop the stack of books on the desk that he was standing on, "we will be practising Lust Charms."

"We can make someone lust after us?" a female student Sirius didn't know the name of asked eagerly. Sirius distantly wondered why she was examining him out of the corner of her eye, but the way Remus' slim-fingered hand was moving across his scroll was much more interesting than the girl, thus he was easily able to ignore her.

"No, not you, nor anything in particular. Just like a Cheering Charm only makes a person cheerful in general, not happy about something specific, so a Lust Charm only makes a person lusty in general. They will desire the same foods, activities, music, and people that they normally do. Their urges for their natural desires will simply be more intense," Flitwick explained. "Yes, Miss Prewett?"

Alice Prewett was seated beside Lily Evans with a photo of Frank Longbottom sticking out of her pocket. Sirius never referred to any two people as a 'cute couple,' but he did believe that Alice and Frank were well-matched. Although, not as well-matched as him and Remus, obviously.

Alice questioned, "When would someone use a Lust Charm?"

"Excellent question! Two points to Gryffindor!" The half-dwarf's squeaky voice reached an even higher pitch in his excitement. "Sam the Spicy was a chef in Spain. His food was popular, but he was greedy and wanted more money, so he created the Lust Charm to get his customers to buy his food more often. That's an occasion when the Lust Charm is often used; to make a desirable product gain more buyers, though often the desirable object is impractical. Understand?"

Everyone nodded as Sirius whispered to Remus, "I understand that this spell would be a great one for the bedroom. The couple is already hot for each other, and this magic would only enhance it. Would you be willing to try it, Moony?"

He was sure that Remus was biting his lower lip in that enticing way to ward off a blush. "I don't know. Some of the books say that werewolves are dangerously lusty in bed as it is."

Sirius wriggled his eyebrows and continued to speak in a low voice that he hoped sounded sexy, "Wanna find out if it's true?"

This time Remus' cheeks did turn a faint shade of pink that made Sirius' stomach squirm with pleasure. Remus had to fancy him! Didn't he? "Pay attention or we'll miss the incantation."

The dog animagus cast a disinterested glance at the minute professor, who appeared to be in the middle answering another question. "…not like a Love Potion. They're illegal because they create artificial feelings, but Lust Charms only make the true attractions a person already has stronger than usual."

True attraction? Hmm… A plot began to form in Sirius' mind. He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't notice that class had ended until James tugged on his arm.

Most of the pupils from Charms were still clustered in the hall outside of the classroom chattering excitedly about what they had been taught.

"Hey, Evans," James addressed his crush, or 'obsession,' as Sirius called her. "If I cast that spell on you, then you won't be able to resist giving into your desire for me."

Exactly! That's the plan! Sirius' slightly insane Black mentality announced exuberantly. Well, not with Evans, but whatever.

Lily spun away from her friends to glare at James, her crimson curls swirling impressively around her pretty face as she did so. "If someone cast a Lust Charm on you, Potter, and put you in a room full of mirrors, you'd waste away until you died because you wouldn't be able to stop looking at yourself long enough to eat." Gracefully, she turned on her heel and stalked away. Her dorm mates, who liked the Marauders much more than Lily did, threw James a few apologetic looks before following their fiery friend.

"Did I say something wrong?" James asked his companions in confusion.

Remus calmly stated, "You were as charming as you normally are."

"Yeah, I bet she was secretly flattered." James grinned. "Thanks, Moony."

Sirius smirked because he knew that Remus' comment wasn't precisely intended as a compliment.

"She has a point, though," remarked Peter. "I wonder how we all really would act under the Lust Charm."

Sirius surreptitiously examined Remus and smirked again because he was curious about the same thing, though his was sure that his reasons were entirely different from Peter's.

"You'd all probably like girls and Quidditch even more if that's possible," Remus drawled, opening his book to read as the foursome ambled down the corridor.

"Maybe we should get shirts that say 'I'm a Vagitarian' with pictures of broomsticks and…you knows on them." Peter sniggered at his own joke.

"Yeah, and if somebody used the magic on Moony, no chocolate or books would be safe," jested James.

Yes, Remus would be attracted to those things more, but he'd be attracted to his crush more too! Sirius declared in mental triumph. I am so brilliant!

"No female parts for him," James was continuing in amusement, "we'll have to get the shirts without him."

"How do women resist the romance of the two of you?" Remus sarcastically inquired to no one in particular whilst still reading. He could look at pages instead of where he was going and not crash into anything. It was amazing, or at least Sirius thought so. "It's so very Romeo and Juliet."

"If I used the spell on Lily, she'd know I was her Romeo and she was my Juliet." James nodded confidently, though Sirius doubted the Quidditch Captain remembered much of when Remus had read the play aloud to them since James didn't find the werewolf's voice half as entrancing as Sirius did. "Hey, Pads?" he questioned suddenly. "What about you?"

Instantly, Sirius looped an arm around Remus' slim shoulders and smiled suggestively. "Moony, here, would have to be my Juliet. There's no one else I'd want touching my dagger."

James and Peter laughed when Remus shrugged Sirius off, muttering, "I've got my own dagger," but Sirius didn't miss the raised eyebrows that James directed at him amidst the cachinnation. Sometimes, Sirius wondered how much James knew about his feelings, however, he wasn't ready to bring it up. Discussing feelings wasn't a masculine habit, after all.

Pushing aside musings of James, Sirius looked at Remus. Again. "I'd love to find a sheath for this dagger of yours." Remus kept his face composed and didn't respond, though Sirius was certain the bookworm's steps had faltered for a moment. Good, he only pushed me away because he's still holding back; not because he didn't like me on him.

Remus was such a self-controlled person that Sirius decided he'd need to cast the enchantment on Remus at least twice for it to have an effect. Maybe three to make him extra randy!

Even though Sirius was not at all patient, he managed to wait until a few days before the full moon to cast it because Remus had once said that it was harder for him to control himself during that time, hence Remus would be less likely to suspect anything. At first, everything progressed as Sirius anticipated.

His intellectual friend tore into his breakfast eagerly as opposed to eating with his customary perfect manners. Sirius dearly wished that he could be the peach that Remus was sucking on hungrily.

Remus had difficulty putting down the novel he was reading, and Professor McGonagall told him to put it away since he was reading during lessons instead of paying attention. Sirius found Remus' literary interest adorable and the consternation his classmates felt at hearing their Prefect get admonished highly amusing.

When Sirius put his arm around Remus during lunch, the werewolf relaxed his head upon Sirius' shoulder before catching himself and pulling away. This delighted Sirius since Remus had resisted the urge to lean against him in the past.

Sirius rested his hand on Remus' knee during Divination, and Remus' legs parted instinctively. Sirius was sorely tempted to accept the unconscious offer, but Remus shoved Sirius' hand off - flushing in what Sirius considered to be a fetching shade of magenta - when he realised what he'd done.

Everything was going according to plan, and Sirius intended on giving Remus another opportunity to kiss him that night – one which he was certain would finally be accepted - until something unexpected occurred.

The four Marauders were gaiting towards the Great Hall for dinner when they passed a group of girls. Why the so-called 'fairer sex' stood in clusters whispering and giggling, Sirius didn't know, but it happened frequently, particularly when he and James walked by. Being accustomed to it, Sirius did not deem their behaviour strange, however, Remus' reaction to them was. The lycanthrope clenched his books so tightly that Sirius heard the pages crinkling and the covers bending.

"Moony, what's wrong?" Sirius whispered in his ear. He thought that Remus would shiver lustfully, as he'd done all of the other times that day after Sirius had murmured in his ear, but he did not. He didn't seem to hear Sirius at all. "Remus?" Sirius inquired a bit more worriedly.

Remus was glaring at the girls and Sirius could feel an angry, almost violent tension coming off of the werewolf's body in waves. Remus took a step toward the girls ere stopping dead in his tracks. He gasped in horror, dropped his books, and ran in the opposite direction.

"Remus!" called James. "Where are you going?"

As soon as he disappeared out of the front doors without responding Peter picked up the fallen books. "Guess we should hold onto these for him, right?"

James nodded distractedly.

Sirius stared at Remus' discarded tomes, dazed. What's the matter with him?

"Well?" James demanded.

"Well what?" Peter and Sirius spoke in synchronised cluelessness.

Ignoring Peter, James glared at Sirius. "Are you going to go after him, or not?"

"Oh, right." Sirius spun around and sprinted after Remus. Why'd he send ME? James knows something. He doesn't seem to mind it, though... Sirius resolved to deal with that issue later or perhaps tomorrow. Remus came first.