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Now this might be thought of as an useless chapter, but some things needed to be explained.

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Remus Lupin returned to his dorm, cursing under his breath while repeatedly wiping his face on his sleeve. This was all turning out to be one hell of a weekend… As he closed the door quietly behind him and strolled across the dark dorm, he froze at the sight of someone else claiming his bed.

Sirius was lying on his side, fully clothed on top of Remus four-poster, propped up on one elbow and reading –

"Hey, that's mine." Remus pointed out, eyeing what page of his book Sirius was reading. It turned out to be the page Remus had marked before going out that night; "The werewolf's attraction to other outcasts". Sirius looked up carelessly, meeting Remus' slightly accusing eyes with raised eyebrows.

"I just thought it was interesting… So you're back from your little nightly stroll? Did you run into anyone particular?" Remus frowned and slumped down on the foot of the bed, being careful not to come too close to Sirius.

"Why are you asking me that?"

Sirius shrugged and sat up next to him, putting the book away.

"Just curious."

"Yeah, so I see." Sirius grinned, and locked eyes with the smaller boy, holding his gaze in an iron grip.

"Why did you do it, Remus?" Remus felt his heart race. That nosy little fuck! He glanced at his book lying open on his nightstand; there was a crumbled little piece of parchment that he had been using as the bookmark, and it said the exact words: "reversa – addition to backfire". Remus mentally smacked himself on the forehead, thinking he was in for a big one now, but Sirius seemed perfectly calm.

"Should I repeat my question?" He asked moments later, not taking his eyes of Remus, who was now staring at his knees uncomfortably.

"I just -" He scratched his neck and then met Sirius glowing eyes. "I just think sometimes you go too far, Sirius. I don't want to defend the reckless little git or anything, but I don't want you guys getting into too much trouble. Severus would have made sure you two got thoroughly punished for making such a disgracing attack."

"Ahuh…?" Sirius raised his eyebrows again as if waiting for a better explanation. "You're telling me you did this for our own good?"

"Yes."

"You're a good liar."

"Thank you, but I'm not lying." Remus kept staring at Sirius, determined not to budge in.

Sirius grinned again and ruffled Remus' hair.

"Fine, okay, I believe you. But promise, next time you'll be a little more open with your opinion and say something instead." Remus laughed silently and nodded.

"Okay, I'm going to bed now… my own bed. Goodni- Remus… have you been crying?"

Sirius leaned in dangerously close and inspected the liquid just beneath Remus' left eye. Remus panicked slightly.

"Uh, no… actually it's…" Sirius made a move to touch it and Remus quickly wiped it off. "It's…" God, why couldn't he think of something? It wasn't even tears! "It's just some spit."

Sirius' jaw dropped.

Remus shrugged a little and tried to look as if it was a perfectly normal thing to walk around with some spit on your face.

"Goodnight then!" He managed to choke out before he dove into his bed-sheets and blew out the candle on his nightstand before Sirius could say another word.

Severus climbed into the dark Slytherin common room and made his way towards the stairs of his dormitory, when a dark figure on one of the couches stirred. Lucius Malfoy seemed to have fallen asleep while waiting to meet his in Severus opinion very blasé girlfriend. The blonde boy turned over and squinted at Severus' silhouette in the dark while grumbling:

"Narcissa…? Is that you, baby?"

Severus made a face of utter disgust and snarled:

"No, you horny git, go back to sleep." An irritated sigh of disappointment and the retort of "Fuck you, Snape" was the last thing uttered in the common room before all went quiet again.

Severus tied back his hair in a small tail before climbing into bed and blowing out his candle. One hell of a weekend, indeed… He thought bitterly and buried himself among green velvet pillows.

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