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A/N: Well, here's chapter three. This chapter goes out specifically to hellastella and mofoonthelowlow and MiranMiran, your reviews keep me going. Kudos to you guys. And of course, callmenoone.


Remus followed along silently, a hundred questions ricocheted off his skull - the beginnings of a terrible head ache. His palms were sweating from how nervous he felt.

Of course, I have no reason to be nervous.

He couldn't help but wonder what Sirius would say and so far, the only words he offered were ones of direction.

The boy who had gave him a mild concussion led him out of the Great Hall and took him across the main building onto the adjacent one that Remus guessed held the dormitories. The school, as Remus had done extensive research on it, was once a settlement constructed by long forgotten royalty who had his death quickly approaching and had left the estate in the hands of a trusted circle of scholars who had obviously turned the big, looming castle into a school. It was beautiful, of course but, well, big and looming.

Remus vaguely registered the grandeur that he passed through as every inch of the walls was covered with paintings - of people, places, and sundry. He also would have immersed himself in the architecture that was laid out in front of us eyes but for the moment all he could think about and the only thing he cared to think about was the boy walking in front of him. The school seemed to stretch out for miles as Remus questioned if their destination would ever come or if Siirus would lead them to the edge of the world.

Remus couldn't help but wonder what was currently in the boy's mind. Despite his shaggy shoulder length hair (and Remus made tremendous effort to abstain from devolving into well-worn stereotype assumptions) Sirius did not seem to bear the kind of disposition that would lead him to impulsively harm someone he'd never met before. Despite the spontaneity with which he seemed to be well in tune with he didn't seem violent. So, Remus couldn't help but wonder what in heaven's name had pissed the boy off so much.

Sirius kept fiddling with the bun on his hair and Remus guessed this was a nervous tic of his. Yet he couldn't see how someone like Sirius could even get nervous.

He had a sort of air to him that Remus couldn't help but be infected by. It was a strange feeling, in all... thrilling, almost. And all just by standing in his presence. Hoodlums didn't make you feel like that. Did they?

Lost in his musings he barely registered someone call his name when he snapped from his day dream, "Hmm?"

Sirius raised his eyebrow questioningly at him, "I said this is the boy's section of the dormitories."

Remus could see that the place had been a castle once, although this corridor was also filled with framed pictures and paintings he could make out the large slab of bricks that were a part of the castle.

Remus blushed red when his eyes met Sirius's startling grey orbs. "Oh right. Sorry."

The boys walked down the long corridor side by side, the tension palpable in the air. Remus wanted the suspense to be abandoned. For all to be laid out in the open. But Sirius didn't seem keen on discussing the matter until they had reached the dormitories and this frustrated Remus to no end. How big could a school be anyway?

"Our dorm is upstairs." Sirius said, ascending the stairs swiftly. Remus jogged to catch up with him. He was slightly winded when they reached the fifth landing but he was used to faking normalcy so Sirius barely noticed. They walked to the far end of the corridor and stopped at the very last door on the corridor. "Well, here is the portal to the plotting hole of three madmen"

Sirius knew he was funny, (well, he had to be since Peter was a dead weight) and he often found his humour effective at deconstructing awkward situations but he had never quite wanted to draw someone out of their tense shell as much as he did with this particular boy. It was as if, putting him at ease was an accomplishment. So as a light chuckle escaped Remus' throat, he inwardly smiled.

Way to go, you old dog.

Sirius waved his hands in front of him and opened the door in one fluid motion.

It opened onto a relatively large room which had its curtains half drawn and from the soft light that permeated through, Remus saw four poster beds with two beds arranged on either side of the room and the inhabitants' trunks at the foot of three of the beds - the last one obviously being his was void of a trunk but piled on top of its sheets were an array of clothing, books, adaptors, and a laptop from the sleek appearance Remus could see. And that acted as a prelude to the mess that the room encompassed. The beds were made but with clothing tossed haphazardly upon them along with a couple remnants of crisps packets. The floor was a tumultuous collection of clothing, books, shoes and other unidentifiable objects that looked to Remus like tools.

Sirius usher Remus in and closed the door behind him.

Remus's eyes found it difficult to comprehend the mess that was the room. "Didn't you just get back to school four hours ago?"

Sirius couldn't help but smirk at Remus's expression. His eyes were travelling slowly over each slope of mess and his mouth was slightly agape. "Do you really think a room can remain clean with three boys occupying it?"

"But… You've only been here for a couple of hours." Remus countered.

"We were sifting through for our uniforms and shoes." Sirius said, almost guiltily.

"Sifting." Remus said, curving his fingers into air quotes.

Sirius rolled his eyes at Remus, all signs of guilt having evaporated.

"Are those things yours?" Remus asked aghast at the mess that was his bed which was in the far corner of the room.

His guide cringed at the sight, "We'll clean that up, promise."

Which he knew Sirius meant, "We'll toss everything on the bed to the ground. Don't worry."

"At least, i won't be sleeping alone." Remus sighed.

"The week old sandwich has probably sprouted legs and I promise you it is good company." He was glad to see the boy crack a smirk through his perturbed demeanour. "Oh come on, that was funny!" Sirius said, when Remus started fiddling with his fingers again.

"Excuse me?" Remus asked looking up from the ground and abandoning his nervous tic.

Good work, Padfoot.

Sirius pouted, "I made a funny joke and you didn't laugh."

He narrowed his eyes, staring disbelievingly at the boy, "Are you always this demanding? Even of bad jokes?"

Curling his lip as though this would add concrete to the point, "Oh love, you have no idea."

Sirius expertly navigated the maze of mess that the floor of the room was as Remus followed behind carefully, nearly tripping over a pair of muddy boots for which Sirius apologised before tossing them under, what Remus assumed was his bed.

He seated himself by the window seat and gestured for Remus to sit on the opposite bed - James's.

"Okay. I owe you an explanation." Sirius started.

Remus cleared his throat, unsure of how to respond to Sirius, so he nodded for Sirius to continue.

The boy opposite him took a deep breath as if to launch into song, "You've met James. Well, the guy is mad over football and all three of us happen to be on the team. Since this is our last year in school we wanted to go out with a bang like the fucking idiots we are." Remus smiled at this. Sirius narration amused him as the boy spoke of the story with such verve, it was hard not to latch on.

"Anyway," Sirius continued, "James trained harder than anyone last year for captain - since to be fair or some shit like that, the coach holds auditions for anyone nominated to be captain - usually three of the best players are chosen. So the day of the audition which was on the night we... erm... met, the wankers from another team, they sort of sabotaged his chances by pulling the most inconvenient, fucked up and cruellest plan known to man."

The dramatic tone with which Sirius told his story accompanied with exaggerated hand movements enticed Remus further towards the boy and made it impossible for him to even pretend to be pissed.

"They mucked up one of the stairs leading to the football field just as James came through and the poor sod sprained his ankle, rendering him, alas unable to walk let alone run on the field."

Sirius eyes had been trained on Remus the entire time and the other boy was listening intently. He held his hands in front of him, "I know what you're thinking, how would I know who the perpetrators were? You know how psychopaths have an uncanny tendency to be boast of their crimes, well same case here."

"I heard from some Slytherin that Macnair and his group usually spend their Friday nights at the Three Broomsticks."

"Macnair?"

"Oh, yeah, Walden Macnair, the bloke I mistook you for."

Sirius' eyes sparked with a sudden oncoming wave of anger. "We've already devised pranks for the little pricks though, don't you worry. They'll be sorry they were ever born."

"Remind me never to get on your bad side, by the way." Remus mumbled.

Sirius grabbed Remus's arm, "Oh I think I've caused you enough trouble. I deeply apologise for fucked up anger management issues."

Remus would have shaken off the apology but Sirius' proximity caused a nervous flutter to erupt in his belly.

Sirius stilled at Remus's silence, "Fuck, you're pissed aren't you?" He suddenly stood up and got on his knees. "Fear not, sir, all shall be made right!"

The act shook Remus out of his stupor, "Oh Christ! No! Sirius, I'm not pissed off, I swear."

Sirius eyed Remus distrustingly, trying to gage his features for a sign of a lie.

Remus held his right hand over his heart, "I swear on my great aunt Mel's grave, I've forgiven you and I'm not pissed."

Sirius sagged in relief, "Thank god," He leaned on the bed as he pulled himself up and Remus couldn't help but get a sniff of his scent. A kaleidoscopic mixture of musk, cigarette smoke and an unidentifiable spicy element. Remus found that he liked it, it reminded him of winter nights when he'd read in front of the fire place while the smell of his mum's baking permeated the entire house.

Sirius pulled Remus to his feet and clapped him on the back, "Damn you're one forgiving bastard y'know."

"I'm just waiting out on the chance to hit you back." Remus said, trying to ease himself out of his nerves.

He threw his head back and roared with laughter, "I'd be well deserving of it." Sirius said.

Remus managed a weak smile.

The black haired boy took his phone out, "I'm texting Prongs and Wormtail to meet us outside the dorms so we can give you the grand tour!" Sirius said excitedly. He reminded Remus so much of a puppy - all suppressed energy that was likely to make an appearance at any given moment.

"Prongs? Wormtail?" Remus was confused.

Sirius looked up from his phone, "Oh right... okay, well the three of us, James, Pete and I, have code names if you may. Prongs being James, Wormtail being that wanker you've met and I'm Padfoot."

"Wow, it's like you're an underground mafia that doles out pranks and blows." Remus smirked.

Sirius rolled his eyes, "Don't be an arsehole." Sirius tucked his phone away, "Alright, let's go then, time to get your mind blown."


A/N: Review is convenient. If inconvenient review anyway. (Is this a little sneak peak of what's to come in the following chapter? Maybe.)

- Nym.