Ahoy there! I know it's been ages since my last update, I don't really have an excuse except I'm really lazy. Anyway, here is Sirius' part! I really enjoyed writing this, I really love the idea of Lily and Sirius having a good friendship that's both serious and fun. Please feel free to leave some love! Or criticism, if that's your thing.

Lily couldn't sleep. She was lying in the most comfortable bed that she had ever had the pleasure to be in, and she couldn't sleep. She rolled over to check her watch on the bedside table groaning when she saw that it was four thirty in the morning.

She got out of bed quietly so as not to disturb her friends sleeping in the bed next to hers. She looked over and snorted as she was greeted with the sight on Marlene's arse in black underwear on display for the world to see. The girl in question was sprawled across the bed, half squishing the small bundle of blankets next to her that hid Mary in them. In fact, the only way Lily could tell that Mary was even alive under the many layers was by the gentle fluttering of Marlene's hair that was stirred by Mary's breath as she rested on top of her. Mary had drawn the short straw and had to share a bed with the chronic bed hog.

Lily made her way down the hallway and down the grand staircase, cursing her stupidity for leaving her wand on her bedside table, forcing her to stumble along in the dark in the unfamiliar house. She did however, rather surprisingly reach the kitchen without injury, and she was so preoccupied with her own self-congratulations that she didn't notice the voices coming from the kitchen until she entered the room.

She blinked stupidly in the sudden light, her sleep addled brain trying to make sense of the scene before her. Sirius Black, standing in the Potter's kitchen at four thirty am, up to his elbows in dough, wearing a bright yellow apron with the words My Most Magical Mum written in it in pink swirly font.

Before she had a chance to process what was going on, Sirius noticed her hesitating in the doorway. 'Lily? What are you doing up? Is everything alright?' he asked, concern colouring his tone.

'Couldn't sleep,' Lily mumbled, making her way to one of the stools next to the bench and collapsing onto it, exhausted.

'Dreaming about me?' Sirius asked, giving her an exaggerated wink.

'You wish,' she replied, rolling her eyes.

'Nah, James wishes.'

'James wishes that I dreamt about you and me?' questioned Lily, her brain still half asleep.

'What? No. Why would he want you to dream about us?' He paused in kneading the dough, sending her a puzzled look.

'Who's dreaming about who?' came a muffled voice. Lily turned to see Euphemia's generously sized bottom sticking up as she leant into the oven. She turned around and smiled at Lily, placing a tray on the bench next to her, completely unaware of the blob of icing that was stuck to her cheek. 'Lily dear,' she said, 'is everything okay? Why are you up?' She placed soft hand on Lily's arm, her warm brown eyes, so similar to her son's own, studied Lily's face seriously.

'No one's dreaming about anyone,' said Lily, she sent a tired smile to Euphemia, ignoring Sirius' indignant scoff. 'And I'm alright Mia, just having trouble sleeping; I can't seem to shut my brain off.'

'Oh, I understand, dear,' she sympathised, giving Lily's arm a gentle squeeze. 'Sirius used to have the same problem. Actually,' she said, straightening up abruptly, 'Flea still has a vile of the sleeping potion Sirius used to use, just a tick.' Lily watched Euphemia bustle off, disappearing through the doorway.

'You had trouble sleeping?' Lily turned back towards Sirius, who's tongue was sticking out in concentration as he attempted to clean his hands of dough.

'Yeah.' He sighed and moved towards the sink to wash his hands, apparently giving up on picking it off. He raised his voice slightly to be heard over the running water. 'When I first moved here, everything felt so surreal, and whilst James kept me from wallowing too much during the day, it was more difficult not to get caught up in it at night. So I'd come down here.' He shrugged. 'It didn't take Euphemia very long to figure out I wasn't just popping down for a glass of water every night. She was pretty amazing actually, often stayed up with me long after she'd finished cooking.' He turned the tap off, not meeting Lily's eye as he dried his hands on his pink apron. 'She's been more like a mother to me than Walburga ever was.' He looked up at Lily with a rueful grin, his eyes a mixture of emotions that Lily couldn't quiet decipher.

'Why does she do that? Cook I mean,' Lily asked. 'I don't know a lot about cooking, but the way Mia does it, it seems almost… muggle.'

'Because I'm rubbish at cooking spells,' came a voice from the doorway. Lily turned to see Euphemia walking back into the kitchen, holding a tiny blue vial. 'Plus,' she said, 'I think it tastes better when it's done this way. A bit of elbow grease never goes astray.'

'But don't you have a house elf? I could've sworn I saw one Christmas Day? Delphi, I think her name was?' asked Lily, confused. Now that she thought about it, she hadn't seen the little elf since Christmas.

'Oh, Merlin no, can you imagine how much more spoilt James would be if we had an elf?' Euphemia laughed, shaking her head fondly. 'No Delphi is one of the elves that we higher for big events; we don't have one all the time.'

'I don't think James could get anymore spoilt,' piped up Sirius.

'Oh, hush you.' Euphemia scolded as she put the kettle on. 'Like you're any better; I spoil you just as much as James! Tea dear?' she asked Lily.

'Yes thanks Mia. But,' Lily said, turning her attention back to Sirius. 'The other boys think you can't cook. They told me.'

'Yes, and I'd like to keep it that way,' replied Sirius with a pointed look. 'If they knew I can cook, I'd have to contribute to snacks, and I already have the responsibility of being the bringer of drink and taster of food. I don't want to have to cook as well.'

'My, what big responsibilities you have.' Lily rolled her eyes. 'But James can cook, can't he? Did you teach him Euphemia?'

'Oh yeah, James used to come down to the kitchen, just like you two. And I told him that if he was going to be down here, he might as well help me, just like I told Sirius. James stopped coming down when he was thirteen, I guess sleep is more important to him than cooking is. Either that or he realised that cooking with you mum isn't cool.'

'Hey!' protested Sirius from where he was placing the dough rolls in the oven. 'Cooking with your mum is plenty cool.'

'Yes,' replied Euphemia wryly, 'and that's why you keep it a secret, because it's so cool.' Lily grinned, watching the playful banter between them. While she hadn't seen much of Sirius interacting with James' parents before this week, it was clear to see that they were very fond of the ridiculous boy. Sirius sent Euphemia a cheeky grin, to which she rolled her eyes, pretending to be annoyed as she hustled out of the kitchen, muttering about teenage boys and something about cats being more grateful.

'It's sweet,' said Lily, nodding towards the door through which Euphemia had just exited. 'You can tell they care about you.'

'Yeah,' Sirius lent forward onto the bench, his hands clasped together in front of him. 'I'm lucky, they're pretty great, and James doesn't seem to mind sharing his parents with me.' His grey eyes were warm as he looked up from his hands, but he quickly cleared his throat, breaking the soft silence. 'But what's keeping you up Lils? Too many sexy dreams about me, you little minx?' He sent her a dramatic wink, clearly back to his usual crazy self.

Lily snorted, walking around the bench to pour the kettle, which started to whistle. 'I wish,' she replied, ignoring Sirius raised eyebrow. 'No, I got a letter from Petunia earlier tonight. She thinks it would be best if I spent the rest of the Christmas holidays at Hogwarts, as she hasn't told her boyfriend about my 'abilities' yet. She doesn't want me to come home.' She poured the boiling water into the waiting teacups, studiously avoiding Sirius' eye. If there was one thing she hated, it was pity. However, Sirius surprised her when he didn't reply with pity, but instead said:

'Well you'll just have to stay here until school goes back.'

Lily stopped dumping sugar into her tea and looked up in shock. 'You can't just invite me to stay at the Potter's house.'

'You forget that it's my house too,' Sirius said, reaching over for his own cup of tea. 'Besides, Flea and Mia love having people to fill the house, and I hardly think James would protest,' he shot her a cheeky grin as he plopped down on a stool.

Lily was surprised that she felt a tinge of excitement at the thought of staying with the Potter's for another week with her friends. 'Thank you, Sirius, I would honestly love to stay.' She sat down on the stool next to him. 'But all the same, I would like to check with Mia first. Where is she?'

'Well it's five-thirty, so I'd imagine that she's fallen asleep in the armchair again. But here,' he reached over and picked up the vial that Euphemia had left on the bench, holding it out to her. 'Three drops of this on your tongue and you'll be out like a light in ten minutes, guaranteed. I'll tell everyone not to wake you, so you can get a few decent hours. We can talk about your sister and that miserable oaf when you're more awake.'

Lily turned to Sirius, who was looking down at his tea lost in thought, suddenly overwhelmed with what a good friend, and person he was. He was often goofy and dramatic, and not a little but annoying, but underneath he was kind and caring. She knew he loved his friends fiercely, and she was slightly amazed and honoured to realise that she was one of those people. 'Thank you Sirius,' she said softly, leaning in to give him a quick kiss on the cheek.

Having been looking down at this mug, Sirius did not realise what Lily was doing, and turned to respond to her. Both Lily and Sirius were suitably shocked when their lips met, freezing them in place for a fraction of a second before they jumped away, Sirius spilling his hot tea all over himself.

'I- Merlin, what- Sirius-' Lily spluttered as the boy in question jumped up, knocking the stool over and reaching for his wand to dry himself amidst a string of cursing. When he finally quieted he looked up at Lily, his eyes wide with shock and confusion.

'Did you just try and kiss me Lily Evans?' he asked, his usually cocky self was gone, replaced by complete shock. 'I mean you're brilliant and all, but I don't see you in that way, I mean James is the one that…' he trailed off when he realised that Lily was clutching her stomach in laughter, her whole face bright red from the exertion.

'Oh my goodness,' gasped Lily. 'I can't believe that just happened. That you honestly believed that I tried to kiss you.' She erupted into another pearl of laughter, her whole body shaking, she was laughing so much that almost no sound came out.

'It's not that funny,' Sirius grumbled, his own face feeling slightly pink. 'Wait, you didn't try to kiss me?'

'No, you nut,' chuckled Lily, wiping her eyes as she sobered up and sat back on the stool. 'Well I did try to kiss you, but only on the cheek. Like a friend would do. You're the numpty that turned your head.'

'Oh Merlin,' Sirius groaned, sitting back on his stool and hiding his face in his hands. 'Lets never mention this again okay?'

'Isn't this the part where you ask if it was as good for me as it was for you?' asked Lily, teasing him.

'Oh, my goodness, stop, I don't want James to hear and string me up by my intestines.'

'I can't believe this,' said Lily. 'Who would've thought that I would be the one teasing you about this? You're the one that always insists that I'm attracted to you.'

'Yes,' said Sirius, looking up at her seriously. 'And I am always joking, as you well know. I never seriously crack onto my friends for merlins sake.'

'Well, in any case,' said Lily, standing up and stretching. 'Let's pretend that this never happened, yeah? Good. Well on that bizarre note, I'm beat. Goodnight Sirius. Don't stay up too late thinking of me,' she winked, grinning at the glare she could feel on her as she walked away to bed. She knew that nothing would change between them, except the fact that she now had something to tease and threaten him with.