Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Petter. Pottet. Potter. (God, finally. I literally went through all of these spellings. I thought they were weird so I kept them in here.)

A/N: This is a bit of a fan service chapter to anyone who likes RL/SB. Specifically to Padfootatheart and anyadelacour(I'm not sure if anya wanted more, but she asked if there would be more…) If it gets to suggestive, PLEASE TELL ME!!! This story is not slash! I just love poking fun at it. You know, letting people believe what they want. By the way, if I got the bases wrong, someone tell me what they are. I was going off of what I've been told.

This chapter is also dedicated to any and all Monty Python fans who find the reference hidden in here. Those who find it get to have me write a story just for them. GOOD LUCK!

You Know What I Mean

Remus leaned back from the table the marauders were working at and stretched his arms back. "I finally finished my homework."

"If you know what I mean…" Sirius looked at Remus out of the corner of his eye and smirked at Remus' confused and 'what's wrong with you?' expression. Sirius fully faced Remus and put his arm on the back of his chair as Remus returned to his original position. "You see Remsykins, if I can call you that,"

"You can't-"

"I've learned that if you add 'if you know what I mean' to the end of any phrase, it makes it perverted and risqué. For example: Remsykins just finished his homework, if you know what I mean."

"No I don't. What are you implying?"

James leaned over to Remus, but kept his eyes on the star chart he was doing. "He's trying to say that you just came, you finished masturbating." Remus' mouth fell and he looked at Sirius like he had just killed a puppy.

"Sirius Obsidian Black!"

"No no no no no! It can be taken any way you want! Perversion is in the mind of the beholder! James just chose it to take on that meaning! You didn't understand, you took the statement to mean that the assignments you had been given by the teachers had been successfully and properly completed. You see?"

"Fine, I guess you're forgiven. Just never do it again."

Sirius' face skewed up in a disgusted fashion. "Ewww! Remus that's a horrible thing to say." Realization slowly dawned on the others' faces as they figured out what Sirius meant. Remus blushed slightly, before smacking Sirius.

"Sirius you pervert!"

"OW! Oi! What was that for?!?"

"For thinking those horrible thoughts."

"I just said it. You're the pervert for taking it that way. So that smack was unjustified. That means I get to pay you back tonight, if you know what I mean." He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"Go kill yourself Sirius, if you know what I mean."

"See! You've got it now!" He turned his focus to James, and stared at him intently, chin resting on his fingers. "So. James. How are things with Lily?"

"I rather not go into that right now." James was still working on his star chart. He kept looking back between Raging Balls of Fire and his inked parchment.

"It's ok, you can tell me. Have you gotten to 95th base with her? Nods as good as a wink to a blind bat."

James paused, his quill hovering over his parchment, a near complete drop of ink hanging from the tip. "If you must know, we've made it to 190th base."

"If you know what I mean."

"No, Sirius, I don't. If you would please include the rest of us in your little underground conversation it would be very much appreciated."

Peter decided to enlighten Remus to what Sirius and James were talking about. "Sirius has recently discovered the strange American pass time of baseball. There is relationship slang associated with the bases. Getting to first base means that you have kissed the other person. Second, I believe, is full on making out, touching and everything. Third is ummm, well, how would you say this delicately…"

"It's oral." Sirius interrupted him. "And a homerun is bedding the other person." He gave a little smile. "If you know what I mean."

"Well, our Sirius here," Peter continued, "he took the bases and put them by wicket bases, or points if you will. It required some math and I'm sure it took him a long time to do it."

Sirius glared at Peter ad growled under his breath. "You better shut your trap you little rat before I do it for you."

"If you know what I mean." They all turned to Remus, who looking a bit proud of himself. "That's what you get Padfoot."

Sirius looked about ready to burst into tears. He leapt over and hugged Remus around the shoulders. "I'm so happy! Our little Resykins is all grown up! He's a man now!" He fell out of Remus' arms and landed on the table, spread eagle, trying his best to be enticing. "Oh, please, take me now you raging beast!"

Remus stood quickly and collected his belongings as his voice began rising in volume. "Sirius I hope you go die in a ditch somewhere. I'm so sick of this! I'll have you know Marcus Wexley asked to go to Hogsmeade with him! And to meet him at the tea shop! The evil, pink tea shop run by Satan!" And he started striding away.

Sirius called loudly after him so the whole Library could hear. "Does this mean we're breaking up?" Everyone in earshot turned to look at the two boys.

"Go castrate yourself Black!" Remus turned away from Sirius and he stormed out of the Library.

Sirius glanced around at all of the people staring at him. "Don't worry," he said loudly. "The makeup sex is great!" The poor guy didn't even have a chance against the large volume book that was chucked at his head.