AN-Oh man oh man oh man! I'm sorry I haven't updated in like…a month...or two! When I went back to school I had oodles of homework and what not and I had no time to write. ): And finally when I was planning on sittin' down and writing some more puppy love slash, I got a bug that was goin' around. The bug turned into the flu (which I still have, but it's gotten better) and I could barely get the energy to sit up. So those are my lame excuses for being a bad fanfiction writer! But on the plus side, I got on the B honor roll and passed all of my midterms! Yay Roare!

Summary- Plotting in the common room leads to unsureness.

Rating- T for slashy greatness.

Disclaimer- J.K.R. is the beautiful and talented creator of the Hogwarts world.


I'm worried.

It's only been a week since Severus found Sirius and me in the hospital wing, but it feels like a month. The days drag on for what seems like forever. I can't stand not knowing what's going to happen when he tells everyone the second biggest secret of my life.

Sirius has been overly protective of me lately. I can't help but wanna bop him over the head for thinking that I need it (I am the second oldest in the marauders, next to James.). But hey, I'm only human; I'm not going to turn down extra attention from the amazing Sirius Black.

At the moment Sirius, James, Peter, and I are waiting for the last few people to leave the common room for the night.

Sirius suggested it's been far too long since our last prank on Snivellus, and that if we keep slacking like this the Marauders name would be scum. So he and James were brainstorming over a game of wizard's chess while Peter squirmed restlessly in his seat as he watched, slipping James some rather unsubtle, "secret" advice on capturing Sirius' king.

"Very smooth Wormtail, you're like some kind of secret agent!" I chuckled over my worn out copy of Hogwarts: A history.

He smiled bashfully and looked down swiftly. "So I guess secret-keeper is crossed off my list of possible careers, huh?"

"Being a secret-keeper isn't a career, Wormtail. And you're not bad at keeping secrets you just suck at whispering. No worries!" Sirius let out a barking laugh, unconsciously placing his hand on my knee in his fit of amusement. I blushed slightly and knocked it off gently, before the others could notice and begin with the questioning.

Or maybe I'm just far too touchy on the subject of us. I'm sure that odd look James just flashed me was just in my imagination.

Yeah. Just my paranoid, over-active imagination.

I quickly retreated back to reading as the others continued their game.

"How about the Furnunculus curse mixed in with a nice Jelly-Legs jinx?" James snorted and began to imitate Snape's reaction to waking up to find tentacles on his face.

"Not painful enough! I was thinking a nice crucio curse." Snickered Sirius as he folded his arms and leaned into the couch in his smug manner.

Peter gave a shocked squeak and stared, wide eyed at Sirius. "But that's an unforgivable! We'd be sent to Azkaban!"

"Seriously, Sirius." James choked back a laugh as Sirius shot him a death glare at his sad excuse for a joke. "I mean I hate the git as much as the next guy, sure, but he's not worth getting sent to that . Though I gotta admit I've imagined using an unforgivable on 'im once or twice, but than I thought 'Nay, James! Nay. No amount of pleasure could bribe me into horror such as that of Azkaban!'" He draped his body dramatically over the arm of the chair he'd been sitting in, placing the back of his hand on his forehead for that extra touch.

"That is… Unless a certain red-headed beauty were to be providing said pleasures." He declared in an unnecessarily loud voice as Lily strode by, no doubt on her way to her dormitory. He grinned coltishly as she gave an audible "harrumph" and tossed her scarlet hair, though there was a small smirk on her face.

"Some day my flower! Some day!" He called after her beaming uncontrollably. He basically jumped at Peter after she disappeared, and shook him violently. "You see that! She was smiling! I'm finally breaking that spiteful front she's had for so long!" He practically choked Peter in a celebratory hug.

I tuned him out after that and turned my attention towards Sirius. He was staring into the fire, his head bowed slightly. He wore a thoughtful look on his face as he took in a deep, uneasy breath. Possibly feeling my gaze he looked up, locking eyes with mine. He gave a weak smile before turning back to the burning embers.

I sighed and closed my book. I didn't think this was as big an issue as he was making it.

So we fancy blokes, and we happen to be in love with each other. Was that such a terrible thing that Sirius was willing to brood over not being able to Crucio Snape?

Or was he ashamed? Afraid of what people might think if they found out that the great Sirius Black, known as the notorious ladies man of Hogwarts, had a boyfriend?

Or was he fine with people knowing that?

Was it that he was afraid they'd find out his boyfriend was me?

No. Surely that wouldn't be it.

Would it?

I groaned inwardly and closed my eyes, rubbing my temples. I secretly curse myself for thinking so much and hoist myself up abruptly.

"I'm going to bed. Night." I made my way swiftly up to the dormitory before they had a chance to argue.

I tossed my book onto my trunk before collapsing onto the bed with groan. "That's not it. He's not ashamed of me." I declared to the darkness trying hard to convince myself.

"Who's not ashamed of you?" I jumped at Sirius' sudden appearance. I shrugged and pulled myself into a sitting position, my back propped up against the headboard. Sirius smiled as he joined me on the bed. "Not gonna tell me? Hope it's not some other secret lover ya got on the side, cuz I might have to hex him to hell." He chuckled and stretched forward, planting a kiss on my cheek.

"No. No other guy. There's no one for me but you." I smile weakly, as he smirked brazenly, practically pouncing on top of me, pressing a much fiercer kiss on my lips. I gave in and wrapped an arm around his neck, pulling him in to deepen the kiss. His perfect, lean body pressed against my own slight, feeble one. One of his hands cupped the back of my neck, while the other allowed its fingers to entangle themselves in my hair. A soft moan escaped my throat as his body shifted against my own, sending a shiver up my spine, as he could so often do with a simple look. I felt him smile slightly as his tongue grazed over my top lip asking for entrance. I parted my lips, allowing him in. We battled for dominance as his hand ran down my jaw to my neck, making me go weak under his touch.

Neither of us noticed James and Peter enter.


A/N-Holy cheesecake! Am I right? Teehee. So few times have I read having James and Pete walk in on the pups to find out about the two. So naturally I had to. I threw in the yummy detailed snog scene for ya to make up for me being a bad little fic writer. I'm sorry if it's short, but I had to end it there. Cliffie's rule and you know it!