Everything was set up rather quickly, considering that we were half-assing it at best. Remus cut himself trying to get the right potion made, and Sirius couldn't help but try to kiss it and make it better. I should have known better than to let Moony do the potionmaking. He's terrible at it. Strange that out of all of us, he's the most careful and yet, at the subject where that's a needed skill, he sucks. Pads is much better, and he's so distractable... I digress... Degress? Dogress? Do grass? Ah damn, where was I?

Oh, right. We had everything set up as quickly as we could. Sliding past Snivellus at lunch, potion slid up my sleeve, I plopped in the seat next to him. He looked at me with such a suspicious look on his face, I wasn't sure this would work at all. "Hello, Potter. You are aware that this is the Slytherin table. You better leave before someone begins to see the real you."

"Ah, Snivelly, you hurt me. Aren't we past the past? I mean, we're practically best mates. Always engaging in friendly competition." I smirked and leaned in close as if sharing some secret. I whisper in his ear. "After all, we seem to get more and more familiar with each other everyday."

"Familiarity breeds contempt. Although, you're right. We are quite close." He moved to whisper in my ear. "So close in fact, that we must know each other's darkest secrets by now. I happen to know a few things about the missing member of your Gryffinwhore brigade. Things that might interest you in particular."

"What are you talking about?" I gripped his slimey hair and pulled him to look me in the eyes. Some girls around us gasped, getting the wrong idea. As he smirked at my loss of control, I slipped the potion into his pumpkin juice.

"Why? Don't you remember what happened? Has the godly James some humanity left after all?" His voice was low and I gripped him tighter, closer. My eves narrowed and I growled.

"Don't fuck with me. What the hell are you talking about?" He laughs quietly, murderously. I pushed him away and stood up. Six or so wands were pointed in my direction. Apparently, Severus was popular among the future Death Eaters. Or, they were just annoyed that a Gryff would invade their space. "Well, good luck on your exams next week. I hear the graders don't take too kindly to smudged answersheets on the OWLs. They'll just throw them out and give you a T."

I stormed over to Moony and Pads. My faithful canines... who were presently acting like rabbits... don't dogs eat rab- I'm not going to go there... I do not need that image in my brain. Crap... Too late. They broke apart when I sat down.

"Hey, Prongs. Proooonnnnngggggsssssyyyyyy!" I groaned and looked at Sirius.

"What?" He gives me a serious (pardon the pun) look.

"Why did you kiss Snivelly?" I slapped my face, shaking my head.

"I didn't, we were talking. He pressed some buttons and I think I will hex his bag after all." I pointedly stared at Lily, who was sitting a few seats down, face in a book.

"So you kissed him?" I looked him in the eyes.

"I'm going to say this slow enough for you to follow me, now pay attention. I. Did. Not. Kiss. Snivellus. All right? Now go back to suffucating Moony with your mouth. I'm going to take Peter some lunch. We are not speaking of this moment agai-" At that moment, I heard a shriek from across the hall. I grinned. Bingo.

We glanced over toward the Slytherin table, where Severus Snape was turning red. Well, his body was turning red, his hair was now a lovely shade of gold. I exchanged a glance with my fellow Marauders, before falling out of my chair with laughter.

"Great! How about some victory sex, Remy, my love?" I stood up and transfigured my plate into a basket.

"You do that. I'm going to the kitchen to get Wormtail something to eat." I hurried my way to the fruity picture, pulling ot the map. Getting into the kitchens was always easy, leaving less so. You never know what's waiting out in the hallway.

"Master James! What would you be liking today? Where's Master Peter?" A rather nice house elf named Grinsen asked me. Pete and I had snuck in here quite often while the dogs were doing...doggy-style... I leaned down to look him in the eyes.

"What do you have by way of soup? Peter's taken ill." He looked at me a moment.

"We have any kind you would like." I smiled and patted his head. The other elves appoached me with a few thermoses of different kinds.

"I'm not too sure what he'd prefer, may I take them all?" The other elves put the soup in my basket. I stood and thanked them, before glancing at the map and leaving. I ran as quickly as I could manage without dropping anything. Or, you know, spilling it all over myself.

Peter was still in bed, curled up into a fetal position. I groaned slightly as that weird feeling from before came back. I really needed to get that straightened out... How can I concentrate in class with a sick feeling in my gut every time I'm near Peter? We have all the same classes!

"Hey, I brought some soup. I thought it might help you feel better..."

Holy crap! I updated. Sooo, yeah, tell me what you think... (And not about my sudden development of a social life, plz)