James Potter felt on top of the world. Gryffindor won the House Quidditch Cup (again he might add); N.E.W.T.s would be done with soon; and he finally had the girl of his dreams. Dating Lily Evans was everything James had always imagined it to be—it was also much better than that. "Lily, please don't tell me you're going to the library again?" The redhead vixen smiled.
"Yes. Some people need to study, Mr. Potter." Lily had begun to walk away when James grabbed her wrist gently.
"I need to study too; but I also need a study partner. So study outside with me?" She smiled again and nodded her head. James laced their fingers together and practically dragged Lily onto the castle grounds. The couple took up underneath a shady tree; Lily wondered if they'd actually be able to study. "So Queen of Potions, would you care to help me out with these brewing methods." James took out his copy of Advanced Potions.
"Well maybe you could understand it better if you didn't doodle in your book." Snitches and 'JP+LE' littered the book's pages. James ruffled his hair sheepishly.
"Yeah, but that'd be no fun." The redhead rolled her eyes.
"I guess I'll just have to try my best with this." Lily did her best to help her boyfriend study. But, as she had guessed, the pair accomplished more snogging than studying.
"I love you, Lily." She blushed.
"I know." James pouted—it seemed like she wasn't going to say it back. "I pretty much love you too, James."
"Pretty much?" She ruffled his hair affectionately.
"Beggars can't be choosers, Potter."

Sirius had his hair tied back as he tried to concentrate on his notes. But how in the world was he supposed to keep his attention on Charms when Remus was adorably chewing his lip across the table? "Moooony, are we done studying yet?" Remus shook his head without looking up. "But I want a kiss."
"Then go find Peter or something; I'm busy." Sirius gagged.
"There's no way in hell I'd ever kiss Wormy." Remus still hadn't looked up from his textbook. "Even Lily is slacking off. Please Rem." The werewolf sighed.
"But N.E.W.T.s are next week." Sirius reached across the table and closed Remus's book.
"Exactly—you have plenty of time to study." The animagus laced their fingers together. "So please?" Remus nodded his head slowly. Sirius beamed.
"But after this you have to let me study until they're over."
"Fine, fine, fine." The pureblood began to tug the ribbon holding his hair back when Remus grabbed his arm. "Rem?" The werewolf blushed.
"I think you look cute like that." Sirius smirked and released the ribbon.
"I'll leave it then." The pureblood stood up and dragged his boyfriend out of the library. Remus's back hit the wall as Sirius leaned over him. "So, can I have a kiss now?" The werewolf was quite happy to say yes (well, he didn't actually need to say anything). Sirius smiled down at Remus; they only had a few more weeks until they could be together without interruption. The punk couldn't wait until
seventh year was over.

Peter was the most nervous he had ever been as he walked into the Great Hall. The hundreds of individual desks made N.E.W.T.s an unfortunate reality for the round boy. In contrast, his friends were extremely confident as they walked in. "You'll do fine, Wormtail." James slung an arm around Peter's shoulders. He smiled up at his best friend.
"Not as fine as you guys." Sirius smirked.
"It's not easy being born with brains like this, Wormy." Remus rolled his eyes. "Moony had better do excellently, or else all that studying was a waste of my time."
"You mean you had better do excellently or else all that not-studying will come back and bite you in that lovely arse." The animagus smiled—he had only really caught the 'lovely arse' part.
"Will I get to see your lovely arse after this is over?" Remus smirked and slithered over to his seat.
"You mean when all the tests are over? Certainly." Sirius's smile fell. He grumbled to himself as he sat at his desk. The sooner these tests are over, the better Sirius thought. Professor Flitwick began to hand out the parchment, and the animagus forgot his momentary anger. Sirius quite quickly blew through the questions; they were all pretty easy. The pureblood looked around the hall and wasn't surprised to find Peter struggling. The boy's blue eyes darted every which way, hoping to catch a hint off a neighbor. Sirius moved his gaze to James and was again unsurprised; the stag was doodling on the margins of his test. A smile slid onto Sirius's face as he looked around once more. Remus was bent close to his paper and was scribbling furiously. The pureblood could never really understand why his boyfriend put so much effort into his schoolwork. (The werewolf never understood why his boyfriend didn't.) Sirius—who was quite dreadfully bored at this point—sighed and looked at the hourglass that was sitting at the front of the room. The bottom was half-full; it seemed like time wasn't moving at all in the hall. Sirius groaned and started drawing paw-prints across his test.
When Professor Flitwick finally announced the end of the test, Sirius's paper was covered by tiny dog tracks. The pureblood quite hurriedly left his seat and found his boyfriend. Remus was revisiting the test questions when he felt arms wrap themselves around his waist. "The test is over—" Sirius purred into the werewolf's ear. "—so, can I have fun now?"
"I believe I said after all the tests, Padfoot." The pureblood groaned and tightened his grip. "It's only four more days." Sirius nuzzled his head into the crook of Remus's neck and bit the werewolf none-too-gently.
"I can't wait that long, Moony." Remus laughed and pulled Sirius's arms away from his body.
"You'll just have to figure something else out then." The werewolf slinked away. As soon as they got a flat, Sirius decided, he wasn't letting Remus leave for days—only to make up for lost time with these tests of course.