A/N DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMND AMN DAM DNSM! Ok. I got that out of my system. I just realized that I messed up. I said that none of them were prefects… and Remus was… oh well. It would've ruined the story after a while. Whatevs.

Train Rides

"So," began Sirius awkwardly. James was stalking Lily. Peter was stalking James. He and Remus were sitting across from each other in a very quiet, very small compartment that seemed to be built for the sole purpose of inducing claustrophobia. "How's Jonathon?" he asked.

"He's good. He's sitting with his sister." Remus was reading, as usual, and his voice suggested annoyance at the interruption, but he didn't want to be blatantly rude. He and Sirius still got along very well and had remained good friends, but the subject of anything involving their love lives was awkward and uncomfortable for both of them.

"Ah. You two gonna see each other over the summer?" Remus glared. "Just wondering…"

Well… this was awkward…

"DRINKS ALL AROUND!" said a sudden, excited voice loudly as James and Peter burst into the room and it was suddenly filled with the telltale intoxicating smell and smoke of firewhiskey.

"Where'd you even get that?" asked Remus laughing slightly as he accepted a glass that, contrary to the drink itself, did appear out of nowhere.

"I honestly don't know!" shouted James, passing glasses to his other two friends as well, instantly chugging his own. Remus looked unsure about his drink upon hearing this, but decided that James didn't seem dead, just a bit smoky, so he took a sip.

"Occasion?" asked Sirius.

"LILY SAID YES!"

Remus and Sirius simultaneously coughed up a large quantity of their respective drinks. They looked to Peter for confirmation and, the poor boy, he was chocking on his drink either because he had never had it before and was unprepared or because he was trying very hard not to laugh and die. He, therefore, just nodded. The other two joined in the cheers, laughing uncontrollably.

"Congratulations!" shouted Remus, clapping him on the back from where he sat across from him.

"'Bout time!" said Sirius, giving him a hug from the side and refilling both their glasses.

"When?" asked Remus, still grinning.

"First hogsmede weekend next year!" They all burst out laughing.

"You asked her three months in advance?" asked Sirius, crying with laughter. The still mostly underaged wizards were finding this funnier than they usually would due to the unreasonably strong liquor they were consuming quickly.

"Well, he actually asked her to stay with him during the summer..." sip "… which didn't go as badly as you might expect considering it somehow ended up with her agreeing to go out with him next year opposed to her usual jelly legs jinx.

The next hour was one of frivolity, drunkenness and lots of smoke that ended in yet another promise for the next year: a week's detention for all of them, including Sirius because, though he was of age, he was drinking with minors. Damn. Totally worth it, though.

Once the room had cooled down slightly and emptied itself of smoke through the cracked-open window, they just sat there talking about Lily. For the first time in years they actually cared, something that had stopped happening once they noticed the pattern to James' failures: ask her out, get rejected, be annoyingly persistent and get hexed.

"I think I'm going to marry her," muttered a slightly drunk and/or hung-over James dreamily.

"Hmmm… good for you, mate," said Sirius, grinning and ruffling his friends hair. There was no noticeable difference, seeing as his hair was already about as messy as possible.

Though Remus thought it was a strange thing to say, considering he had just convinced her to go out with him once after years of trying and failing, he still envied James a bit. Behind the thick skull of the moron Remus called his friend, he was a really good person, more loyal than the all the Huffelpuffs put together, and very friendly. If he was sure about anything to do with James, it was that he loved Lily Evans. James knew what he wanted and who he loved and that was something Remus could not say was true about himself.

He was dating a nice person. This nice person's name was Jonathon. He liked Jonathon quite a lot. He also knew that he liked Sirius quite a lot more and could not, for the life of him, understand why, then, he was doing fine with his new relationship when the one with the person he really loved had fallen apart miserably. Did it mean that Sirius didn't love him back? Were they just not meant to be? (A/N AS I AM TYPING THIS, TAKE ME OR LEAVE ME CAME ON MY IPOD! I AM SO HAPPY! YEAH!) Remus mentally slapped himself. Firstly, he didn't believe in 'meant to be's and secondly, even thinking it made him sound like a girl. He was gay, but he was not that girly. (A/N I LOVE THIS! REMUS IS JOANNE AND SIRIUS IS MAUREEN! YAY! Ok. I'm done. I have recovered from the awesomeness) Truth be told, things were great with Jonathon and he was not willing to accept the fact that he was unhappy.

Sirius looked over and he knew Remus was sleeping. Remus looked peaceful and beautiful. Sirius smiled and took off his cloak, placing it gently over Remus.

"You okay?" asked Peter sympathetically.

"Hm?" said Sirius, looking surprised. "Yeah, why wouldn't I be? I'm happy for James."

"Not really what he meant," said James with a knowing look.

"I- he just looked cold!" said Sirius defensively. The fact that he was deliberately quiet so as not to disturb his friend's sleep was a give away.

"He's getting pretty serious with what's-his-name," said James, looking uninterestedly at his nails.

"Jonathon," mutterd Sirius, not making eye contact with anyone. James smirked.

"You can't honestly tell me that it doesn't piss you off a little bit."

"Why should it? I dated Hannah for a while!"

"No, you used Hannah to get back at Remus for dating Jonathon for a while."

"More like one night."

"Wasn't a strong moment for you, was it?"

"And Remus was okay with it!"

"How could he!?"

"Shut up!"

The other two quieted instantly and watched as their friend stormed angrily out of the compartment.

"Wha happened?" asked Remus sleepily, rubbing his eyes and pulling the warm cloak around him without realizing that it hadn't been there before. He sat up a bit and looked at his friends questioningly.

"Sirius is having his famous Black-family mood swings."

"Ah."

Sirius was very fond of the Hogwarts express. It was unnecessarily large and therefore always had a conveniently empty compartment in which he could sit and brood if he so wished. One of these times happened to be now. He was sitting in an empty compartment having a staring contest with a cloud. He was winning. The cloud slowly moved and seemed to vanish, but Sirius was not paying attention. He continued to stare into the blank space that had, moments before, hosted his puffy companion.

He wasn't jealous. He just didn't like Jonathon. He was a Slytherin. Slytherins, no matter how seemingly pleasant, were all evil deep, deep down. Pure. Unadulterated. Evil. It was what their sole was made of. If you were to crack them open to wherever the sole happened to live, you would see a swirling cloud of hatred and spitefulness and EVIL. Whereas if you looked within Sirius' sole, one might find a little green swirl of jealousy and possibly a bit of paranoia as well, but he was not the focus of this inward mental angry rant. Jonathon was bad news.

Suddenly it hit Sirius. The reason Remus was dating a Slytherin was to make him angry! He had to be doing it on purpose! Remus was not an idiot and he knew slytherins were not to be trusted. Sirius stood up angrily and stormed out into the hall.

What could he be doing? He couldn't confront Remus! No! He would! He had to! This idiocy could not continue!

He threw open the door to the compartment occupied by his closest friends. His face was fixed in an expression of anger and determination as he looked down at them. Peter and James looked up at him innocently from their game of exploding snap. Remus was curled up on the other side of the room than where he had been earlier. He was still rapped up in the cloak and his face had a small smile playing at the corners of his perfect mouth. Sirius' heart melted. He collapsed, defeated, in the seat beside Peter.

"I call playing winner."

A/N chapter 12! It is done! I have way too much free time in Spanish classes! Why am I always early? HOW am I always early? Oh well. Not complaining. PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAASE REVVVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEW!!!! xoxoxoxoxoxo