Right, so it was pointed out to me that I made James' eyes green. Yeah, that was a huge mistake on my part. I really need to edit better. Besides that my only excuses is that I don't like James. At any rate I've fixed it in this chapter.

Remus peered into James' eyes for a moment. Something was off about the boy.

"James why are your eyes green?" James blushed bright red and turned away. Sirius laughed deeply.

"It is a really funny story." Sirius said.

"Is it?" James snapped. "Then you tell it Sirius." Sirius looked taken aback for a moment, but then he grinned at Remus.

"He told Lily she had beautiful eyes. He said he could stare into them all day long."

"And this is a bad thing because…." Remus asked quizzically.

"Well, Lily didn't take the compliment well as it was coming from James right after he hexed Snape into oblivion. So she took out her wand and hexed his eyes green. Then she stalked off telling him that now he could stare into them all day long. We haven't found a proper way to de-hex them yet." Sirius explained.

Remus paused for a moment. It was an amusing story to be sure, but there was something in it that made him wish Lily had done worse to James. "After he hexed Severus into oblivion?!"

Sirius and James cowered back form his booming voice. Remus threw them a look of disgust before he stalked out of the Commons.

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Severus passed the Gryffindor Commons area, trying desperately to avoid contact with the horde of Gryffindors out front. Why they could not just simply go inside he didn't know. He was on his way to the library to do more research on werewolves.

Ever since he had made his little discovering about Remus, it was all he could focus on. Even potions could not divert him for the study of those fascinating creatures. All he wanted to do was know everything of course.

Not even the minor wounds Potter had given him the day before had stopped the research. That was until the librarian had kicked him out for bleeding over her precious books. He smiled to himself. That woman really did love her books, and after a small trip to his room for a few potions he had stored away, he was allowed back in.

He entered the library with someone close behind him. He turned to confront whoever had been following him. He was only marginally surprised to see the subject of his frantic research before him.

"Feeling better then?" Severus asked nonchalantly.

"Much thank you. And yourself? I just heard my idiot of a friend hexed you into, by Sirius' words not mine, oblivion." Remus said, leading Severus over to a table.

"Ah, I can assure you my injuries were minimal at best. Oblivion would be quite an overstatement. But what else can you expect from someone still stuck in the mind of a seven year old?" Severus replied with a slightly wicked grin which Remus returned.

"Seven year old indeed." Remus was quiet for a moment which Severus took advantage of.

"Do you want to assist my research?" He asked.

"Why not? What should I be reading up on?" Remus was always glad to help with research. He loved research.

"Actually, he won't need to do any book reading." Severus replied. Remus noticed the drop in volume, and he was almost sure he knew what was coming next.

"I'd just like you to answer a few questions."

"My favorite color is sliver, ironically. I love pasta. I hate meaningless pop music. I love it when it snows. I am afraid of the moon, and I think you're beautiful. I am sure that covers everything." Remus stood up, his eyes everywhere except Severus.

"That is not exactly what I was looking for, but helpful nonetheless." A small smirk graced Severus' pale face. Remus chanced a look and cringed.

"Lovely. I'll just be going now." Remus turned and walked out of the library quickly. Behind him, Severus stayed seated and silently mused over Remus' words for a few hours afterward.

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Severus was still trying to figure out why Remus would say he was beautiful the next day. He wouldn't ask. He could figure it out on his own; it would just take a while. He just had to analyze every contact he had had with the werewolf over the past month or so.

Logically, he should be able to figure it out eventually. So he skipped breakfast in favor of a long shower.

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"Love isn't logical James. If it was, I wouldn't love you, you twat." Remus said as he put his socks on.

"I don't think I'll ever understand it Remus. You might as well give it up. I'll back off if you want, but I can't……"James trailed off.

"Backing off would be nice. I can't have my potential boyfriend knocked around by my best friend." Remus laughed a little, but once he saw the horrified look on James' face, stopped.

"I don't think you should call him your boyfriend, potential or otherwise. It's creepy." James said holding out a History text for Remus.

Remus took the book and rolled his eyes. "Grow up."

James smiled and in a girly, high pitched voice said, "But, Remmy, I want to live in Never Never Land and never grow up!" Remus smiled and they both walked down the stairs to meet Sirius for breakfast.

Sirius was not in the Commons, however.

"Wasn't he supposed to meet us?" James asked.

"I was surprised he got up early enough to 'meet us'" Remus replied with a shrug.

"Well, let's not wait. If he's gone to breakfast already, he'll eat everything before we even get there." James said.

Remus nodded his agreement. When they entered the Great Hall, Sirius was indeed already eating.

"Save some for us Sirius you pig!" James yelled. Sirius looked up at his approaching friends and waved. He had a bit of bacon hanging out of his mouth.

Remus shook his head in amazement. The previous night they had been at odds, and this morning everything was back to normal. At least on the surface it was. James' reaction to the term boyfriend came back to him. What would they say if he told them that only the night before he had told Severus he was beautiful?

Could his friends really accept that he was in love with Severus Snape? Could Severus accept it? '

Remus shook his head. No. For now those unanswered questions could go to hell. He was going to have a normal, stress free day. He was going to enjoy still being alive. He was going to enjoy friends, food, and freedom. Even if that freedom did include classes.