I actually completly forgot about all of these, until I found an old chapter in one of my notebooks, and it brought the muse back...sorry if you were waiting an obscenely long time. I'm not too good at uploading to a deadline...really sorry...

Remus took a deep breath, suddenly finding the floor very interesting. He'd been studying it for the past five minutes, from when he nabbed James from the common room, asking to speak alone with him. He bit his lip, and closed his eyes. He still wasn't sure how to do this. Lily had made it sound so easy, just tell them that you like someone. Just tell them.

He took another deep breath, and silently accused Lily; how would she know? He thought angrily, She'd never have the trouble of telling people like James and, and Sirius. How am I meant to know if they'll be alright with it? He thought in a worried panic. Digging his fingers into his arms, he was just going to tell James 'never mind', when –

"Umm, mate?" James asked, as Remus started, "If it's going to make you that angry, then maybe you should just get it out? And try not to break something?" He added as an afterthought, thinking of the many times Sirius had called him up here to have a chat, and had often ended up breaking something. Quite often it was a bed. (Sirius had definitely inherited 'The Black Temper' as James referred to it. Though, to be fair, it was probably just the result of incessant in-breeding).

"Oh," Remus mumbled, "well, I, um, I..." He trailed off, a look of extreme discomfort replacing his anger towards Lily.

James sighed, smiling slightly at his friend, who obviously needed to get something off of his chest. "Look, mate," he began, contemplating moving closer, "I don't care what you have to tell me. I really don't. I wouldn't care if you told me your Uncle got turned into a dragon...actually, that'd be pretty cool, but never mind that. I could even, probably, stand for you telling me that you and Lily are going out without hating you too much. Just so long as you aren't in love with Snape...I don't think I;d ever be able to forgive you that one."

James looked to Remus, and noticed that his face fell distinctly. Suddenly worrying about a lot of things at once ('Oh god, he does love Snivilus', 'Shite, what will Sirius think? Double shite, what will Sirius do?', 'Oh, god. COMFORT HIM YOU IDIOT!') He stuttered out a few words, staring dumbfounded at his friend. "Oh, crap. Sorry Moony. You...you love Sniv- Snape? Umm...well...I guess, I don't hate you really I..."

He trailed off, looking up to Remus, to see the first hint of amusement he had seen all day from the boy. "I don't love Snape," Remus muttered quietly, fear once again taking him.

"Well then, what's wrong?" James asked "You're as pale as Snivilus' arse standing there."

"Well, you see, umm..." Remus began again, in the same style as before. James sighed, exasperated. He raised his eyebrows, and looked to Remus expectantly, murmuring "I don't care" as he did.

Remus took yet another deep breath, thinking for a moment that this is the deepest breathing he's ever done, closed his eyes (yes, again) and bit his lip, before it all came pouring out...

"Well, you were kind of right before, because I wanted to tell you first, because I don't know how everyone will handle it, and I don't know if you'll all still like me anymore, and I just wanted to say...well....I do. Like someone I mean. I mean, I love someone..." He trailed off, chancing a glance to the raven haired boy, who was sitting stock still on his bed. Remus moved backwards towards his own bed, and sat, feeling slightly freer than he did twenty minutes ago. Lily was right. He thought, maybe. He added, looking at the dumbfounded look on James' face.

All of a sudden, James began to laugh, despite his head telling him he really shouldn't. He stopped, however, as soon as Remus got that look in his eye. The one where he's afraid he's being judged. Sighing quietly, James moved over to sit next to his friend.

Smiling slightly, he put a hand on the young boy's shoulder. "Moony," he began, "umm...are you completely idiotic?" Seeing the hurt look on his friends face, he quickly carried on. "What I mean, Moony, is that, Moony, we accepted you, Moony, even when you told us of your 'furry little problem', Moony." He continued, stressing his friend's nickname each time he said it. "Why, in Merlin's name, would any of us not want to be friends with you because you love someone?"

He shook his head, and looked to the smaller boy, just as said boy mumbled something out. James raised his eyebrow, looking expectant.

"it'sharderbecauseIlikeaguy" He mumbled out quickly, hoping James wouldn't catch it, but would also stop asking him.

"Umm...you might have to speak up. And slower. I'm not sure I got that."

"I...I...umm....I like a guy. It's a guy. It's always been a guy." Remus stuttered out, worried. He looked to his friend, the one whom always seemed slightly more accepting of everything than his other two friends, fear striking his stomach as James flopped backwards onto the bed, and rubbed a hand over his eyes. "I understand if you hate me now." He continued, "I don't mind. Well, I do. But I can go sleep somewhere else. That room that isn't always there, I could go sleep in there if you'd prefer not to have me around in here..."

James smiled at his friend's constant sense of unworthiness. No matter how many times they told him they liked him, he was always half expecting them to ask him to leave.

James lifted himself back into a seated position, mumbleing "why is it always me?" as he went. Seeing Remus' look of fear and confusion, he decided to clarify a few matters.

"Moony, I don't care. And I very much doubt Padfoot will either. Actually, I can almost guarantee he won't give a damn. Peter...well, he's Peter, what does it matter what he thinks about the matter. Majority rules in here, and you know that Sirius' ego counts for at least two people." James grinned at his friend. "You don't have to leave. Trust me. We do not, I repeat do not care that you are gay. We accepted you're a werewolf right? Well, just like then, nothing's different at all. Only now you're a werewolf who happens to like men."

Remus smiled slightly, pleased at the acceptance, but he still wasn't sure. "You sure Sirius won't care?" He asked quietly, peaking at his friend though his eyelashes.

"Positive. But, maybe you should tell him. You know...secrets are best kept marauder style. Plus I can't keep a thing to myself." James replied, matter-of-factly.

"Yeah, maybe..." Remus trailed off, as they both began to head back down to the common room.

"Oh, umm...Moony..." James began, a query hanging in his voice, "it's not me is it?" he asked, as Remus tuned to him. Seeing the look of amusement in Remus' eyes, his fears were quashed. He had no idea what Sirius would have done if that one had been true. "Good", he continued, "Because I wouldn't want to upset Lily by starting a gay love affair with you now, would I?" His only reply to that was a smack upside the head, and the quite laugh of one Remus Lupin.