They didn't speak to each other at dinner.

A/N: First, a small note: The last version I posted of chapter one was the wrong one. No big deal, really, the only difference is that it stated that Lily was a 7th year. That was wrong, please ignore it.
Anyway- WOHOO! The second chapter is here! Looks like I'm ready to commit to a series.
Small warning: One of them is bi. Deal with it. No slash-scenes.
Disclaimer: I do not own the world of Harry Potter.

~~*~~
Chapter 2: Walk like a Man

They didn't speak to each other at dinner.
Sirius had (demonstratively) sat down with Peter, and the two of them were having their own, private food fight. Even though Remus was sitting right across him, it was like the two of them were air for each other. Or at least, Remus was doing his best to ignore Sirius.
He was sitting with James, who was babbling non-stop about quidditch, which Sirius knew undoubtedly bored the young werewolf out of his mind. Even though he was from a fullblooded family, Remus had never shown any interest for the sport. His mind was obviously wandering, judging from the faraway look in his eyes.
Another sure sign, was also the fact that he managed to stick the sausage planted on his fork, into his eye.
Sirius smiled.
"Nice going, Rem."
Remus just glared back.
"Oh, come on, don't be mad. Am I really that bad?"
Before Remus could answer, a drawling voice cut in.
"Bad in what, Black? Bed?"
Sirius didn't even have to turn around to know who it was.
Severus Snape.

Severus Snape was the perhaps cruelest person on the earth.
He was in the same year as Sirius, James, Remus and Peter, but was a Slytherin.
He had taken the old Gryffindor-Slytherin rivalry to a new level, and had made it his personal vendetta to terrorise every last Gryffindor. Sirius had vague idea that it had something with the fact that the Marauders had detonated an enchanted whopee-cushion just as he had sat down at the sorting stool when they were sorted in their first year. Of course, no one could never be sure.
Snape continued his taunting.

"Why, never knew you had it in you, Gryffindor. Of course, everyone knows about Lupin, he just screams 'poof', but you?"
Sirius bit his lip hard.
It's just Snape, don't bother.
"So, Black. Do a little kissy for us, then. Or is it trouble in paradise? What happened, Lupin, did you find someone else? I can certainly understand you, seeing that Black is ugly as hell on a bad day."

He twiddled his thumbs, chewing on his tongue. In his quiet mind, he thought that if there was someone who out not to talk about being ugly, it was Snape.
"Not that you're a beauty yourself, Lupin. I'd say, no wonder Black hid his crush for you by dating so many girls. I certainly-"
This is it.
Sirius turned, and-
"SHUT UP!"
Only seconds after his little explotion, Sirius realised he was not the only one who'd had one.
He slowly turned, and his eyes met Remus', who blushed a lovely shade of crimson.
"What is it, Black, can't handle the truth?"
Sirius stood up abrubtly.
"No, I can't Snape. You're right, I'm not even a bit heterosexual. All the girls I've dated- it's all a hoax, because in reality, I am as gay as they come. I really want every boy in this hall, and one especially."
Seeing the horrified look at Snape's face, Sirius smirked.
"Yes, Severus, you. So, what do you say, shall we try to work it out?" he said as he gave the other boy a sly grin, raising one eyebrow.
Snape just stared at him, before doing what Sirius mother would classify as *running for the 'ills*. Except, in this case, there were no hills available. Snape however, seemed to find the front hall worthy substitutes.
Sirius sat down grinning, positively pleased with himself.
Another day, another way to embarras Snape. Mission accomplished.
While most of his friends were laughing, he could feel the shocked gazes of some third-year girls upon him.
He turned, and shot them his most wicked grin. They blushed and turned away.
However, they were not the only ones who disapproved of his actions, because before he could say a word, the head of Slytherin, professor Okey, swooped down on him with a detentionslip in her hand.
Not that Sirius bothered.
"You think you're so funny, don't you?" said Remus quietly when the table once more was filled with noice.
Sirius looked at him, and tilted his head, as if he was saying that maybe he did, maybe he did not.
"Arse," muttered Remus quietly.
Then he smiled.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
And then, all was back to normal in the Marauder-camp.

After dinner, James and Sirius made their way back to the common room. Remus had gone to the library to finish a Transfiguration essay, and Peter had followed him, in desperate hope of getting to copy it.
"So," said James as they walked up the marble stairs, "you ARE coming to the Quidditch match this Sunday, right?"
Sirius snorted.
"Of course I am. What did you think, Jamesie-boy?"
The other boy shrugged.
"Sorry, I seem to have misplaced my mind."
"Well, if you look inside Lily Evans' bra, I'm sure you will find it."
James just laughed, but only seconds after, he lunged at Sirius.
Soon, the two of them were engaged in some very heavy wrestling.
However, their fun was soon interrupted by the voice of Lucius Malfoy.
"Well, well, what do we have here? Potter and Black, when are you going to grow up?"
Sirius scowled at him.
"Shut up, Malfoy."
"Ouh, nice comeback, mudblood. Now get up and along, you two, and quit horsing around. If the two of you have an absolute urgent need to grope eachother, then at least do it in private, hmm?"
Sirius stood bolt up, and James had to grab the back of his robe to prevent him from giving Lucius two black eyes. He stared hatefully at the older boy, and through gritted teeth he muttered things that, if said loud, would have given this fic an R-rating.
"You little-"
Lucius smirked.
"Now, Black, talking back to a prefect. How many points of Gryffindor would that be?"

Fortunately for the two sixth years, Alexander Lovegood chose that moment to emerge from behind a portrait.
His eyes quickly wandered across James, who was holding on to Sirius' robes for all of his life, Lucius Malfoy who was smirking like mad, and Sirius himself, who was struggling to get free of his friend's tight grip, murder in his eyes.
"Malfoy!" he snapped. "What is going on here?"
Lucius' head snapped up, and his lip curled with disgust at the sight of the muggleborn Hufflepuff.
"Potter and Black were up to trouble, Lovegood. I was merely asking them to stop fooling around and move along, when Black-" his eyes glinted with evil at this point- "attacked me! I felt that it was in order to remove some points from Gryffindor, but these two went mad!"
Craig lifted an eyebrow nonchalantly.
"Really."
Lucius seemed outraged now.
"They were showing disrespect towards a prefect!"
"Oh, get a flight of stairs and get over yourself, Malfoy."
Sirius watched the silent war between the two seventh years with interest.
It was fascinating, seeing how cold fury seemed to radiate from the two of them, each one directing it at the other one.
"I'm a PREFECT!"
"And I'm Head Boy. Do you want to continue the name game? Because in that case, I'm also-"
Before he could say anything else, Lucius said something rude, before stalking of.
Alexander turned towards Sirius.
"I don't know why I even bother. Just try to get back to Gryffindor Tower without breaking any limbs- and I'm not talking about your own."
He shot a look at Sirius.
"Please?"
Sirius shrugged.
"Okay."
"Good."
"Good."
Silence.
"Get a move on, then!"
As they walked strolled down the hallway, James turned, only to see the Head Boy climbing back into the hole he came from.
He pricked Sirius' shoulder, and jerked his thumb backwards, indicating the portrait hole.
"Do we know where that one lead?"
Sirius shook his head.
"Nope."
James lifted his head, and looked into Sirius' eyes.
"Tonight?"
"Yeah."
"The invisibility cloak?"
"Yeah."
"The Hufflepuff girls' showers afterwards?"
Sirius grinned.
"Oh yeah."