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Author's Note: I don't have the time to thank everyone right now, because I really want to get this out and my little brother is bugging me. DAMN YOU ZACHARY!! ((Heh, now he's made my fic.. Tee hee.)) I hope you really enjoy this chapter! I know I did! ::giggles:: Thank you everyone!!

Getting Over You: Will you..?

"We're both such magnificent liars.

So crush me, baby, I'm all ears."

Taking Back Sunday - You Know How I Do

Remus Lupin's PoV:

"Did you think about it, Moony?" James asked me over breakfast. I grunted, rudely, and grabbed a doughnut. "Aww… is poor little Remmy having nightmares?"

"Shut up, James, before I smash this doughnut in your face," I said calmly and placed said pastry on a napkin. "It would be a waste of food."

"It would be an insult to the doughnut," Sirius put in. "Imagine what it would say in doughnut heaven. 'Yeah, I got smashed in this ugly kid's face. Tear.'" Sirius beamed at James innocently.

"What are you so cheery about?" James asked grumpily. "Get lucky in the common room?"

Sirius fake gasped and put a hand over his heart. "You think so little of me, James!"

"From what I heard, it is little," I replied, smirking evilly. God, I hoped it wasn't little. Wait, WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING?!

"Hey, that's not true!" Sirius exclaimed. "Never disgrace my manhood!"

"There's nothing to disgrace," I said calmly. James looked back and forth between us, an amused smile on his face.

"Hey, guys, before this escalates into an inner-house war, chill, okay?" he said. I smiled at Sirius and bit into my doughnut. Sirius smiled back and shrugged, grabbing a piece of toast. "So, now that's over, did you think about it, Remus?"

"Think about what?" I replied, although I knew exactly what he was talking about.

"About Lily, silly boy," James said, rolling his eyes. He grabbed a bagel from a plate and put some butter on it. "Are you gonna go for her or what?"

"James.. Well, I don't know," I answered evasively. I didn't like Lily, it wouldn't be fair to her. But I couldn't tell James why I didn't like her…

"Come on, Moony, what's holding you back?" James asked and nudged my shoulder.

That night's dream came back to me. Slick bodies, rolling against each other, soft nibbles on the neck, gasps of pleasure, eager moans, 'Sirius..' I quickly shook my head to get the image out of my head. "Uh… Nothing I guess."

"Well, then go for it!" Sirius said with a smirk. "She's right over there, Rem. She's waiting for you…"

I blushed and looked over to where Lily was standing with her friends looking at me. I quickly looked back at my friends. "Okay, so now she knows we're talking about her. Change of subject. Where's Peter?"

Sirius shrugged and bit into a muffin. "He said he had something to do."

"This early in the morning?" I asked incredulously. "I don't believe you. Did you pull a prank of him, Sirius?"

"What?" he replied, his eyes wide. "No! I never realized that you had such a low opinion of me, Rem." Was it a trick, or was he genuinely hurt? Yeah right. Sirius was never genuinely anything.

"I wouldn't put it past you. You've been really mean to him lately."

"Only because I don't trust him. Something's not right with him," Sirius replied and looked up at the ceiling absently.

"For once, I agree with him," James said and sighed. "He's been acting strange since he visited over the summer. Remember?"

I nodded, recalling how shaky and quiet Peter had been. "Maybe something happened at home."

"I just wish he'd tell us if something was wrong. We're supposed to be close," James said and ran his finger around the rim of his glass. "By the way, here comes Lily."

"What?" I said, just as I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Hello, boys," Lily said with a smile as I turned to look up at her.

"Hello, Lily," I said with a smile.

"Hey, Lils," James said, grinning at her and gave her a wink. Sirius sneered at her and looked down at the table.

"There's a Prefect meeting tonight. Heads and Prefects have to be in Dumbledore's office at seven," Lily said and ran her fingers along the back of my neck, sending shivers up my spine.

"Hey, Lily, could I talk to you real quick?" I asked her, taking her hand as I stood up.

"Sure," she replied, following me out of the Great Hall. "Why couldn't you talk to me in there?"

I smiled at her and closed the door behind us. "I'd rather not have an audience." I leaned in slowly and kissed her gently on the lips, just for a moment. "Will you go out with me?"

Lily smiled back at me and wound her arms around my neck, biting gently on my lower lip. "Of course, Remus." I put my arms around her waist as she kissed me, her tongue caressing mine.

Kissing Lily was different then kissing Sirius. Lily was gentle where Sirius was rough… Sirius's hands were larger and more…

No!

I held Lily closer and pushed her up against the wall, bracing my hands on either side of her. Lily moaned softly as I sucked gently on her lower lip. She broke away from me, gasping for air.

"You know, classes are going to start soon. We should probably get our books," Lily said while I kissed her neck softly.

"It's an idea," I muttered as she ran her hands through my hair, gasping as I sucked gently on her neck.

"Come on, Remus, I don't want to go to Ancient Runes with marks on my neck," Lily pushed me gently away and I smiled sheepishly at her while I stepped back. "Thank you."

"No problem," I replied, taking her hand as we walked towards the Great Hall. "Just do me a favor? Remind me not to do anything like that when James is around."

Lily laughed as we entered the Great Hall. "I'll try. See you in Charms." With a wave she walked over to her friends, smiling.

Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all.

One Week Later, Sirius Black's PoV:

It was sickening.

I never thought I'd say that about one of my best friends, but it was disgusting. Evans and Remus were together all the time. The only time they'd take a break was if James was near. But Remus looked happy, happier than he had looked in such a long time.

And I hated him for it.

What kind of friend was I? My best friend finally looks happy and I can't stand it.

I wish he was back to normal.

I wish he didn't look so bloody happy when he was with her.

I wish he looked that happy when he was with me.

I sighed and looked up at the ceiling, ignoring the little beeps on James's alarm clock that signaled the hour. Three o'clock, in the morning. I was the only one awake in the dorm. I turned my head to look at Remus, watching him sleep.

Watching him, looking at his hair fall gracefully over his closed eyes, I understood how I got myself into this mess. He was simply beautiful. I looked away reluctantly with a sigh and sat up, running my hands over my face. I knew that I wouldn't be able to fall asleep. Since tomorrow was Saturday – well, it was already Saturday – it didn't really matter. There was Quidditch practice, but I'd played Quidditch in worse conditions.

I stood and went downstairs to the common room, not bothering to put on a shirt, and shook my hair out of my face. My hand trailed absently down the railing as I walked down the stairs, lost in thoughts of Remus. It wasn't until I sat in my normal chair that I noticed the fire was already burning and had been for quite a bit. As I turned my head to look at the couch behind me when the person spoke up.

"Hey, Padfoot, couldn't sleep?" James said, a small smile on his face. He was stratched out on the couch, his hands behind his head. James hadn't bothered to put on a shirt, either, but his Invisibility Cloak on the floor and an empty goblet next to a plate with some cookies on the table showed that he had been up for awhile.

"Yeah. Been down to the kitchens?" I asked and grabbed one of his cookies. James nodded and looked back at the fire. We sat there for a bit in comfortable silence, easy in each other's company.

"Hey, Sirius," James said, breaking the silence, "I've been meaning to ask you something."

"Go ahead, Prongs," I replied. I was lounging in the chair sideways, my leg hanging over the arm.

"Do you like Remus?" he asked, looking at me with curious eyes.

I barely stopped myself from jolting in surprise and raised my eyebrows at him. "What, you mean do I have the hots for him? No, James, not in your wildest dreams."

"Those would be some wild dreams." He smirked at my undoubtedly surprised expression. "Come on, you know Remus is hot."

"WHAT!?" What the hell was this? James was checking out Remus? James?! "What the hell are you talking about?"

James grinned widely as he sat up. "I'm talking about Remus, of course. Come on, Padfoot, I've seen you checking him out."

"I – um – what?"

"You like Remus. That's why you're in the common room at – what? - four in the morning. That's why you haven't had a girlfriend since we started school. Because you like Remus. I don't know why you're trying to deny it. I don't have a problem with it. I shouldn't. I'm bi."

What the hell was this? Yesterday I thought James was the straightest guy I knew. Next that I know, he's telling me that he's bisexual and thinks Remus is hot. With all the thought and confusion running through my head, I studied James, trying to sort it all out.

James was sitting on the couch, firelight reflecting off his bare chest. His lips were turned up in a smug smile and his deep brown eyes were glistening with humor. His black hair was messy – as usual – from laying down and running his hands through it. My own lips turned up into a smile as I looked at my friend.

Damn, James was hot.

"Hey, James, can I ask you something?" I said, sitting up properly.

"Sure, Padfoot."

"Have you ever kissed a guy?"

James blushed a little bit and shook his head. "No." He raised his eyebrow in question as I grinned widely. I leaned in close to James and closed my eyes when my lips met his. After a second of hesitation, I felt him respond to me, lifting his hand to cup the back of my neck gently, bringing us closer. I simply let my lips press against his before I nipped his bottom lip and pulled away.

"Well, now you have," I said casually and smiled at him. James smiled softly back and scraped his teeth lightly over his bottom lip. His hand felt warm on the back of my neck and I rested my hand on his chest. He leaned in and brushed his lips lightly over mine, just to taste. I smiled at him and he smiled back.

"Hey, Padfoot," James said, running his fingers lightly along the back on my neck, sending shivers up my spine. "Do you think this could become a regular thing?"

I smirked and leaned over, nibbling gently on his ear. "Oh yeah." James moaned softly and pushed me gently away.

"Wait, so are we messing around, just trying to console each other because the ones we really want to be with are dating? Or are we together?"

I looked at him for a second, my head tilted a little. Did I want to be with James? I sighed and smiled a little at him. "For now, option one. We can figure out if we want to be together later. But for now," I stood and held out my hand, "let's go to bed."

"What?" James asked, his face turning bright red, his eyes wide. I laughed at the delicious and rare sight of James Potter blushing.

"I meant sleep, James. I'm not that much of a slut."

"Oh, right." James stood, taking my hand, and we went up to the dormitory.

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Author's Note: So, what do you guys think? I know it's a little awkward, but I dunno, it was fun to write. Wait till you see the next chapter. I'll get it up ASAP!

Rachael