A/N: Part two! Woo hoo! This is going to be longer than I thought, so it won't be done by tomorrow. Maybe the 27th at the latest. I'm actually beginning to really like this fic...So Happy Christmas, Annia!

Disclaimer: I own only Katie Marshall. The rest is J.K. Rowling's.

WARNING! This will contain SLASH, mentions of FEMMESLASH, SMUT (not quite yet though), and CLICHES!!! Only for the MATURE readers!!

He leaned his head down and stopped millimeters above the Animagus's lips, smirking, before finally closing the distance between them.

A shock ran through Sirius at the feeling of the lycanthrope's lips on his. He had meant to keep under control, not to let the feelings show that he had developed for the other boy, but he hadn't expected Remus to be so…forceful. Remus bit down on Sirius's bottom lip, and Sirius gasped, opening his lips to the lycan. He tangled his fingers in his friend's sandy hair and tugged, smirking against Remus's mouth at the growl he made. Their tongues battled for dominance, Remus's winning out in the end and thoroughly exploring Sirius's mouth. Sirius felt heat pooling in his groin along with an uncomfortable tightness in his pants, and experimentally moved his hips against the werewolf's. Remus just growled again and kissed Sirius harder, the dark-haired boy fully aware of both their erections. The Animagus moved his hips once more, Remus ravishing his mouth, and—

Suddenly a pointed cough broke the silence. "Er, mates, I think you've about covered it," said James, looking uncomfortable. Remus broke away and both boys looked around at the group. Lily and Katie were staring, looking as though Christmas had decided to come three days ahead of schedule, but on the other hand James and Peter looked as though they would readily spill bleach on their eyes. Remus looked back at the boy he was straddling, hesitated, then jumped back and scrambled to the other side of the room, his cheeks flushed scarlet.

Peter, the obviously more shaken of the two other Marauders, looked a bit green. Hastily he stood up and ran to the portrait hole, squeaking something about more food. Meanwhile the two girls dissolved into alternate fits of squealing and hyperventilation. Remus and Sirius were sitting on opposite sides of the circle, hiding their faces and not speaking. James, who was the only sane one left in Sirius's opinion, again broke the silence. "Okay, Mooney, pick someone," he said, trying to dissolve the tension.

"Oh," Remus squeaked, "Er, Katie. I pick Katie." He cleared his throat and fidgeted, obviously trying to hide his boner. Sirius was doing the same.

"Alright," giggled Katie, taking a sip of the Firewhiskey. "Truth."

Remus thought for a moment. It seemed to Sirius, who was watching the lycanthrope intently from behind his shaggy hair, that he was trying to think quickly so he could divert everyone's attention back to Lily's friend. Sirius thought it was cute. "Er, okay then…Is Lily the only girl you've kissed?"

Katie blushed even more and ducked her head, her long, curly dark brown hair obscuring her face. Shyly she said, "No. There have been…others…"

Lily's eyes widened. "Really?"

"Yeah…"

There was another moment of awkward silence—Sirius thought that they were becoming all too common an experience—before Katie spoke again. "Alright, James, truth or dare?"

He grabbed the bottle from her—she had been holding on to it for dear life when she answered the question—and took a long drink of the alcohol. "Truth."

"How far have you and Lily gone?"

James looked hastily at Lily. She turned to Katie and grimaced, hissing, "Traitor!"

James glanced around at everyone else, turned back to Lily, then again turned to his friends, and finally seemed to come to a decision. "Well, mates, it's late, and Lily and I really have to be going…" he said, standing up. Lily got up as well and she and James headed up the stairs to the boy's dormitory, arms around each other, Lily giggling at something James was whispering in her ear.

That left Katie, Remus, and Sirius sitting in the Common Room alone. After a minute of tense silence, Sirius couldn't take it anymore. Since apparently Remus wasn't going to say anything, as if they even could with that girl Marshall there, he got up to leave. "I, er, think I'll go now…take a shower or something…"

He slowly walked up the staircase, pausing to looking back. But Remus wasn't looking, so he continued dejectedly up the stairs.

Meanwhile the sandy-haired werewolf was staring just as sadly at the floor, Katie studying him. Finally she said, "You know, Remus, you should probably go find him before he goes to bed. You'll be happier if you do."

Remus just sighed and shook his head. "But…"

Katie snorted. " 'But' nothing. You like him, don't you?"

Remus nodded helplessly.

"And he obviously likes you, so—"

"But what if he doesn't?"

Katie rolled her eyes. "If he doesn't, I'll marry Peter. How dense are you? Just go up there and, well…use your imagination."

Remus shook his head again.

"Oh, come on. Trust me, for Merlin's sake! Here, get up." She grabbed Remus's arm and hauled him to his feet. "Now, get up there and tell him how you feel, or show him, or something. Have some of this." She handed him the bottle of Firewhiskey. "Now go!" And with that she shoved him in the direction of the boy's dormitory.

Katie watched him go up the stairs, pausing every few steps to drink the Firewhiskey. When he was gone she smiled and headed to her own warm bed, hoping that maybe tomorrow he would tell her what happened, and that this Christmas was turning out quite nicely.

A/N: It's not done yet!!! There's going to be one more chapter, so don't lose heart! And I promise, there will be smut in the next one--my very first smut. All for the great and wonderful Riley Masters...(aka Annia)...

Happy Christmas!