Title: For Harry (7/?)

Author: Wickedwitch

Disclaimer: Not mine. If they were, Sirius and Remus would spend all the books completely naked.

Rating: pg-13



"I don't want to go. I really, really don't want to go."

"Tough. You have to go."

"But I really don't want to."

"Sirius!"

"Harry!"

Sirius and Harry were arguing if Sirius should go to Potions or not. Harry's reasons were that other students would start asking questions. Sirius thought they could just say that he was so far ahead in Potions it wasn't necessary. Besides, he really didn't want to have a lesson with Snape.

"What's all this you have to be with me every single bloody second then? You won't be with me in Potions, because guess what: I have to go!"

"Re will be there. Only one of us needs to be there."

"That's nice Sirius. Just leave your lover with a man who hates him in a class he not only despises but is also not very good at."

Sirius scowled. "Fine. Use guilt. I'll come. I will come, but I will not enjoy it." And with that, he marched off towards the dungeons with Harry following close behind.

"Ah," Snape said the moment they walked into the room. "Mr. Thompson and our golden-boy Mr. Potter have decided to join us." Harry and Sirius ignored him and walked to the back of the classroom. "Although you are not late this time, you were pressing the limits of what is acceptable arrival times. Please be sure to be on time or you will suffer the consequences, as I'm sure Mr. Potter could tell you about." He smirked. "Mason," he said as if he was commanding an army, "what are the ingredients to a memory potion." Remus looked overwhelmed and snuck a glance at Sirius. "No helping, Mr. Thompson," he snapped.

"One frozen ashwinder egg," Remus began. The entire class was startled. Nobody, including Harry and Sirius had expected him to know. And from the look of the expression on his face he barely did. "Three jobberknoll feathers, dried nettles, a rat's tail-" that one was said with a grin, "- and, erm, one graphorn horn?"

"Are you sure, Mr. Mason?" Remus desperately looked like he wanted to say no but instead gave a small nod.

"Well," Snape finally said after staring at Remus and Sirius for a while, "Mason is correct. Although," he added, smirking, "if he had taken any longer to get the answer out, the class would already be over." That led to some laughs from the Slytherin side of the room, but Remus didn't seem to mind. He just looked relieved that it was over.

"Now for Mr. Mason." Snape motioned for him to stand up and he did. Unlike his partner, Sirius didn't seem nervous at all. In fact, he just smiled at the professor.

"Polyjuice Potion," he barked. The class gasped. That was certainly not fifth year material; probably not even seventh years did it. Hermione was quickly flipping through her book thinking she might have missed it on her three read-throughs.

But Sirius, cool and collected, answered him. Snape frowned at that and seemed to be searching his brain for the hardest potions he knew. "Veritaserum," he finally said. This time Sirius took a bit longer to answer, but Snape's facial expression showed the class he had obviously gotten it correct. "One last one," he murmured. He looked around the room, as if something in there would give him an idea. Then, his focus settled on Remus and his eyes gleamed. "The Wolfsbane potion." And once again Sirius listed ingredients.

However, after that list, instead of looking disappointed, Snape looked as if his birthday had come early. "Wrong! Completely wrong!" he said gleefully. Before this, Harry didn't realize Snape could be gleeful.

"No bloody shit Sherlock," Sirius snapped.

"Five points from Gryffindor for your rudeness and another five for inappropriate language." Snape smirked. "If you didn't know, then why, in Merlin's name, did you answer?" he asked.

"Takes up time," Sirius responded truthfully.

"Another five points. And sit down Mr. Thompson." Sirius did as he was told and watched Snape carefully as he prepared for class.

After class...

"I hate him, I hate him, I hate him!"

"So you don't particularly like Snape, Sirius?" Ron asked cynically. He, Sirius, Remus, and Harry were in the hallway outside the Potions classroom. Hermione had already started towards Arithmacy.

"And he's the good one at Potions," Remus said with a false bitterness. "Actually Sirius," he added smiling, "is probably the very reason Snape's so good at Potions. He gave him some competition while in school. Snape couldn't slack off, because otherwise Sirius' grades would be better than his. And look, they're still competing today."

"Bastard knew I was in Azkaban when the Wolfsbane potion was invented!" Sirius said accusingly. "Never had a way to learn it."

"Not so loudly, Sirius!" Harry whispered forcefully.

"Sorry," he muttered. "So," he said in a happier, but much quieter tone, "now that we've finished with that, what's next?"

"Divination," Harry said flatly.

"Too bad Hermione's not here," Ron said with a smile. "She could tell us that we should have dropped like her."

Harry snorted. "Bet that's not the only reason you wish she was here."

Ron's face grew red at that comment. "Harry!"

"Yes, Ron?" Sirius and Remus were snickering at the exchange.

"Don't say stuff like that!" he insisted.

"Are you saying that you don't like Hermione anymore, Ron?" Harry asked with fake sadness. "That you don't want to be her friend anymore?" Harry shook his head sadly. "She'll be very disappointed when she hears that."

"Please, shut it, Harry," Ron answered quietly. Harry complied with a nod. He was worried he had almost teased Ron a bit too much. "Let's just go to Divination." And to Divination they did go.

To be continues...