Disclaimer: I'm still just a little girl with little wishes, and that wish is that I can borrow and use the characters of J.K. Rowling in this fiction. So, not mine, I'm afraid…

Warnings: Still slash, I fear. SB/RL. So, if you don't like what I do with my poor victims, then please don't read it!

A/N: Hmm, the world's greatest what would he be…? Guess you'll see it in this chapter, the chapter I'll write although there hasn't been any reviews yet… Sniff.

'Failure. I'm a failure, James. I even couldn't bring up the courage to knock on that door, and say…'

'Say what?'

They turned so quickly they almost tripled over their own feet, just to see Remus standing in front of them, eyebrow raised.

'Oh! Eh… Remmy! Nice to eh… See you around here!'

Remus frowned.

'But… It's just after dinner time. Then everybody's around.'

'Oh yeah. True. Forgotten…'

Sirius grinned nervously, while Remus frowned a bit suspiciously. He looked cute doing it, Sirius thought. Oh, no! He couldn't think of him now, not in front of all the other pupils! What if he'd say something stupid, like…

'So eh… You like dinner?'

After he shot a strange look at James, Remus turned back to Sirius and shook his head, while laughing. Sirius knew what he was thinking: that was the most stupid question ever. No, there were questions that were even worse, like the next thing that rolled out of Sirius' mouth.

'Well, I mean, if you didn't like dinner, you wouldn't have come, would you?'

'Eh… Even then I'd come, Sirius. I don't like to starve…'

Mentally, Sirius slapped his head and he closed his eyes for a second. Bright thoughts, he must have some bright thoughts in that dark cave that was called 'his brains'…? Suddenly, Remus clear voice woke him up from his thinking.

'And you like sleeping, don't you?'

'What do you mean?'

'Otherwise, you wouldn't be sleeping in the hallway.'

Sirius frowned and Remus rolled his eyes.

'Your eyes. They were still shut… Oh, never mind.'

He smiled his little irritation away, lifted his hand as a greet to Sirius and James and walked away, leaving an astonished Sirius behind.

'Where does he think he's going?'

'Sirius!'

'What?'

'He just said it a few seconds ago, while your eyes were closed.'

'Yeah, and where is he going…?'

'To the library, like always. You still have to ask?'

'Who knows, maybe he has a different planning by now…'

'He always goes to the library after dinner, and knowing Remus, that won't change until he's too old and ill to walk towards it.'

'But… Why does he go to the library?'

'Eh… To read books, perhaps?'

'Books. Who reads books? They're so boring! And besides, just after dinner… I'm getting sick in his place.'

'I thought you liked Remus?'

'Yes, I do. But I don't like it he thinks books are more important than I am.'

'Who says he thinks so?'

'I do. Otherwise, he'd stick around.'

'But… You haven't told him how you feel about him yet. That's why he doesn't stay around with you like some sticky fly…'

'Yeah, shut up. I'm going to find him and tell him how I feel.'

'Good luck, mate!'