So...I promised you something unexpected...so hope this is sufficient :) I DO NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES OWN HARRY POTTER OR ANY ASSOCIATED CHARACTERS. If i did I would be really awesome and would have a Hippogriff. But until then...SPIRALING LOVE.

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"James…I need to tell you something."

At the serious tone of Sirius's voice, James dropped back into his seat, looking perplexed.

"What's up?"

"Well…er…"

"Oh Merlin no-this isn't another confession about how you used my favourite Quidditch socks for gagging Slytherins again? 'Cause to be honest I don't think that I can take any more Prongs sock abuse Padfoot…!"

"No..this is serious…"

"Haha…Sirius…" James's face brightened again at the over-played joke.

"No…really…"The expression on Sirius's face shut James up.

Sirius leaned forward and clasped his hands. He avoided James's gaze and stared at a sixteenth century painting of a butterfly on the right wall.

"Alright…sorry…what's wrong?" James looked sincerely into his best friend's eyes. "Did you prank McGonagall again? Because I specifically remember telling you not to dip her hat in a vat of old Sluggy's opera singing potion…"

"No it wasn't that." The corner of Sirius's mouth quirked as he remembered the plans that he had made the previous week. They had wanted to force their transfiguration teacher to sing opera music during a particularly nasty exam. He had disguised the plan book as a lantern so that all they had to do to destroy them was to light the candle.

Remus, who liked McGonagall, had been unhappy with this prank. So, Sirius had hid the plans away to be used on another teacher someday soon.

"Just imagine…McGonagall singing arias as she gives us homework! Or as she transformed into a cat! I wonder if the potion would still work in her animagus form…hey! We should test it out ourselves!" James grinned brightly over at Sirius, who looked back with a mixture of amusement and exasperation.

"Sorry-shutting up now." James mimed locking his mouth with a key.

"Yeah…So no, it has nothing to do with our lovely headmistress." Sirius paused, running his hand through his jet black hair. "It has to do with…Remus."

"Well-spit it out! Did you and Remi do something Marauder-ish that you two neglected to tell me about?" James looked a bit hurt as he said the last part. He was imagining himself being left out as his friends threw stink bombs at the Slytherin ghosts.

"It thought that you were 'shutting up now'…"

"Did you get that in writing?"

"Understood. Well…it is about me and Remus…" Sirius faltered again.

"What about you guys?"

"Well…its just…James, I think I...I think that I...er…"

"What! WHAT IS IT SIRIUS SPIT IT OUT!" James was yelling, trying not to burst out laughing.

"I think I play for the other Quidditch team." Sirius said in a small voice.

The look of laughter was wiped clean off of James's face. "Come again mate?"

"I think that…no, I'm pretty sure that…I'm in love with Remus."