Disclaimer: Me no own, you no sue. I only own Morgan Anderson and the young Crookshanks. J.K. Rowling owns the old Crookshanks....and everything else we've ever wanted....

Note: This was written when I only had one reviewer, I'll put the next reviewers in the next chapters.

kitty minky: What do you mean? Do you mean "can I use the story?" or "can I use the cherry stem idea?" Please let me know or I'll just have to say no. Sorry. But in answer to your questions, they were in the Forest looking for strange things for one of two reasons. 1) Strange things were happening or (2) Dumbledore wanted to see how long they could stand each other. They couldn't use wands because (1) McGonagall wanted to see if they could take care of themselves without magic or (2) Dumbledore didn't want them killing each other. I'll leave it up to your imagination.

By the way, thank you so much for putting me on your Favorite Authors list and for putting Cherry Stems on your Favorite Stories list. I feel so loved ^-^ Go check out my other stories, I have about seven of them....I think.....

Okay, enough of my mindless babbling, I'll start the fic now.

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"Hey, Remmy," Sirius said, grinning his insane grin. Remus wondered if he should be afraid.

"Yes?"

"I heard Evans telling her friends that if you can tie a cherry stem in a knot with your tongue, it means you're a good kisser," Sirius said evilly. Remus then realized what his friend was holding. A bowl of cherries (Hey! For once it's not something with sugar! I must be slipping.....) and.....mistletoe? Where did he get mistletoe at this time of year?

"Oh no, you're NOT kissing me, Padfoot!" Remus yelped, holding up his Herbology book as a defense.

Sirius blinked. "Of course I'm not going to kiss you, Remmy," he said. Then, raising one eyebrow, he said evilly, "Unless you want me to, of course."

"You're SICK!" Remus retorted.

Sirius looked confused.

"No, I'm perfectly healthy, thank you," he replied.

"I meant that your sense of humor is sick," Remus said dully.

"You should've said so," Sirius said, shrugging. He set the bowl of cherries on the table, grabbed about six of them, and left, leaving Remus alone with the bowl of cherries and an annoying thought.

You should just see if you can tie one, said the all-too familiar voice in his head.

Remus ignored it and tried to finish his Herbology essay ("Explain The Properties Of Mandrake Root").

Just one, contiunued the annoying voice. Go on.

Remus ignored it and wrote down a few extras on the parchment before going straight into explaining the properties.

JUST PUT ONE IN YOUR MOUTH AND TIE IT, GOD DAMMIT!

Remus blinked and wondered if Sirius had invaded his mind again. His gaze strayed to the bowl of cherries. It was as if the cherries were--

'No, no, no. That's stupid,' Remus thought, turning back to his essay.

By putting Mandrakes in a kind of ointment, it is possible to cure acne, he wrote. By the most common use is by adding diluted bubotuber pus to the mixture because it

He found himself staring once more at the cherries.

'Well, it couldn't hurt just to try it,' he thought, reaching for one. But after two minutes, his mouth was getting tired and the dammed stems still were in a knot.

He spat the untied stems out onto his palm, rolled his eyes, and was just about to continue his essay when she came downstairs.

Remus quickly shifted his gaze away from Morgan Anderson, but it was like trying to read a book upside down when you were about to be eaten by a dragon.

"Hey, Remmy," Morgan said, waving to him. She jumped the last three steps from the boys' dorm and strode over to his table.

Morgan Anderson had been the object of both Remus's and (even though he didn't show it often) Sirius's affection for the better part of six years. She had long, raven hair and mesmerizing blue eyes. She was a great friend really, even if her home life wasn't exactly perfect.

"What'cha got there, Rem?" Morgan asked, sitting next to him.

"That stupid Herbology essay Sprout assigned us," Remus replied.

"What's with the cherries?"

"They're Sirius's." Remus looked at Morgan suspiciously. "Paws?"

"Hm?"

"Can you tie a cherry stem into a knot using just your mouth?" he asked.

"Yup, watch." Morgan reached over Remus's arms, grabbed four cherries, and popped them into her mouth at once. In ten seconds flat she spat the stems onto her palm, where two knots lay proudly.

"You're probably a really good kisser then," Remus muttered. "I can't do it."

Morgan blinked. Then she burst out laughing, rocking back so far on the back legs of her chair that she was in danger of falling over.

"Is that was this is about?" Morgan asked, safe now that all four chair legs were back on the ground. She shook her head and giggled softly.

"Hey!" Remus said defensively, "It's not funny!"

"Remmy," she said, "the cherry stem thing is a game. It doesn't determine whether you're a good kisser or not."

Without warning, Morgan took Remus's face in her hands and pulled him into a passionate kiss. Remus found himself unable to resist, and soon his tongue as pressing up against her lips, seeking entrance. Morgan gave it to him, and soon both were experiencing wonderful sensations that no human being should be able to perform on one's mouth.

Then Morgan pulled away, her eyes clouded, making them look gray. She suddenly smiled and said, "That, my friend, is how you find out if you're a good kisser."

Remus was in shock.

"You were pretty good," she said. "You under-estimate yourself." Then she got up and left the common room, taking a few cherries with her.

Remus put two fingers on his lips, the kiss still fresh in his mind.

'She kissed me.'

Ever since first year he had wanted to be kissed by her, and then she did. It was too good to be true.

But it had happened. And Remus couldn't get it out of his mind. But there was one teeny, but ever so crucial, little tiny detail.

Sirius would go nuts.

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Hope ya liked it! It's not as long as Ron, Parker, and Malfoy, but I wrote this when I was supposed to be doing my art project (*cough*its2weeksoverdue*cough*). It's not exactly fluffy (to me, anyway), but it's sweet, right?

Go on, make me a proud lil muffin and review.

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