"Was there any tongue action?" Sirius asked, still pondering over the events of this evening.

"Can we stop talking about this . . . ?" James groaned, feeling smaller and smaller with each detail Remus bestowed upon them.

"Don't tell me you actually want to go to bed?" Sirius asked, throwing his pillow at James.

Remus sighed. "There really wasn't any kind of action . . . except for the kissing one. Do you think she thinks I'm a good kisser?" He asked, gazing at the ceiling.

"Please . . . " James buried his face under the pillow.

"Was she wearing lip gloss?" Sirius asked, ignoring James.

Remus shrugged. "Maybe, she kind of tasted like–"

"ENOUGH! I am trying to sleep." James threw the covers over his head.

"No, you're not. You're jealous." Peter said, eyes closed and half-asleep.

Silence was among them once again. James came out of the blankets after a very long two minutes and said:

"She wants me to be, doesn't she?" He put on his round glasses.

Sirius smirked. "Probably. It's obvious she doesn't fancy Moony."

"Thanks. That really hurts." Remus joked. "She said she was doing it to get back at you, I only wish I could share the dazzling sensation you get when Lily Evans' lips brush against yours. It's bliss." He sighed.

"You're not serious?" Sirius asked, finding it awkward to ask that.

James, who had turned bright red, sat straight up in bed. "He better not be."

Remus smirked; he finally had something James didn't. "Oh, I'm serious."

It was very hard for Padfoot to resist making a pun.

"Then you know what you can do?" James asked, fuming.

"What?"

James had no idea. "Get on a Cleansweep and take it straight to hell!" He yelled before attacking the werewolf with his down pillow.

Sirius soon joined in, hitting Remus with all the pillow strength he could muster. "And you're not serious! I am!" He shouted.

When Lupin had been corned without a pillow of defense, James could smell his victory in the air. The feather-filled air, that is.

"Now," He began, a devilish grin dancing on his lips. "Tell me you weren't serious." He held the pillow high above his head; ready to bash him when he refused.

Sirius nodded his head. "Hear hear!" It was almost hard not to make another pun . . .

Remus smiled, it was all too good. "Under one condition," He held up a hand.

"What? Why are you starting to sound like me?" Sirius dropped his pillow and swished some feathers out of his face. "Go study or something."

James shot Remus an evil glare. "What kind of condition?"

Lupin motioned to James's pillow, to let him know he wouldn't talk unless he was safe. Reluctantly he dropped the pitiful pillow has-been.

"You have to get a date with Lily, kiss her, and tell me if I wasn't being serious." He walked over to his bed and slid under the covers.

"Bloody hell, Remus, even I didn't think of that. I'm a little disappointed in myself . . ." Sirius faked a sob and when he was finished, winked at Lupin. "Good job."

James watched as Sirius tucked himself into bed to. "That won't be hard." He tried to convince himself. "You're on." He took off his glasses and rested them on the nightstand. "What if I get a date but no kiss?" He asked, after a failed attempt to get to sleep.

"You'll have to face the consequences." Remus muttered.

James opened his eyes. "What are those?" But no answer came.

* * *

The Marauders sat at their usual seats in the Great Hall. Sirius, who was eating a big pile of scrambled eggs, stopped occasionally to say how good they were. Remus was diligently eating his toast very politely and Peter had a little bit of everything. James, however, had nothing.

"Are you going to eat? Breakfast is the most important meal of the day." Lupin informed, peering at James over the Daily Prophet he was reading.

"What's Lily eating?" He asked, picking up a fork.

"James, the deal was you had to kiss her, not eat the same food as her." Peter looked up at him, with a look that showed he thought James was crazy.

He smiled. "Nobody knows then? I'll have to go and ask her." He got up and walked to the other end of the table, where most of the girls sat.

"He's a genius." Peter said in awe, as the girls nearly swooned over him.

"You think Lily will do it?" Sirius asked, stuffing more eggs in his mouth.

Remus slammed his hand down on the table. "Prefect! She's a prefect. It obvious she couldn't be head girl because James was head boy! Ha!"

Sirius stared at Remus, a look of triumph on his face. "Congratulations. Anyway, what do you think James is saying?"

"Dunno, but the PFGA looks happy to have him." Peter scoffed, taking a bit of toast.

*

"Miss Evans," James said, messing with his hair.

She raised an eyebrow. "Mister Potter," She acknowledged, staring into her pumpkin juice.

"I was wondering, what it was you were having for breakfast." James sat down next to her. Lily nearly choked on her muffin.

"And why is that?" She said, looking at him skeptically.

James didn't think he was going to need a reason. "Because if we eat the same foods…Maybe we'll become soul mates or something."

Lily could barely stop herself from giggling. "Really? If you must know, I'm eating a blueberry muffin." She gave some of her friends a message in girl code. James wasn't to sure how, but the all started to tell him what they were eating.

"A cream cheese bagel!"

"Raisin Bran!"

"Oatmeal!"

"That's nice but I only wanted to know what Lily was having—er—thanks but I'm lactose intolerant." He muttered as someone shoved a bowel of cereal in his face. James smiled and suddenly all the girls paused. His lop-sided smile and messy hair melted any reason and incited girlish fantasies.

"James! Its time for history, are you coming?" Thankfully, Sirius had taken it up himself to save James from the mobs of his admirers.

*

"So what was she eating?" Peter asked as they walked into Professor Binns's classroom.

"A blueberry muffin." James made a grimace. "I hate blue berries."

Remus laughed. "You'd better get used to them after the excuse you gave her for asking about her breakfast."

Sirius grabbed James' glasses off his face, placing them on his own nose. "Hello Lily, I'm James and I want to be your soul mate!" He pretended to swoon, allowing Remus to catch him mid fall.

"Very funny, gimme my glasses back."

"That will be all boys. Now sit down, I have a new lecture for today." Mr. Binns waved a transparent hand, his ghostly monotone voice resounding into the already bored brains of the Marauders.

After the umpteenth lecture about Uric the Oddball, Sirius passed James a note.

I bet Uric isn't nutters enough to sit through this class.

James laughed. He dipped his quill in some ink and wrote back:

I think I'll invite Evans to Zonko's.

Sirius read this one or two times.

I though we were going to Zonko's…

James rolled his eyes.

I don't need to kiss you, Padfoot.

Sirius smirked.

What a shame. Ask any girl, I am ten times better than Evans is.

James sniggered.

I'll have to consult Moony on that one, as soon as he stops taking notes.

Remus sat taking brief notes. All he had was one or two bullets, but that was more than anyone else in the class had.

Sirius threw him a note as well.

Let me see your notes.

Remus shot him a look.

Why? It's not like you'll use them.

Sirius gasped.

How dare you say that!? Besides, it's not like I need them. I just want to see what you wrote.

Remus read the note and then handed over a neat piece of parchment. His notes were exactly what Binns had said.

-Uric was odd.

-He liked to torture himself and do odd things

-That's why we call him Uric the Oddball

Sirius crumpled the paper.

That was a waste of parchment. Everyone knows that about Uric the Oddball.

Remus shrugged.

That's all Binns has said.

"Sirius," James whispered. "Throw this to Lily for me." He handed him a neatly folded piece of yellow parchment.

"Couldn't you make it easy on me, make it a paper football—the American kind?"

James shrugged. "Just do it."

Sirius threw the paper and it hit the back of Lily's head. She turned around and shot Sirius a miserable look before picking up the flying parcel. Before she answered, class ended.

"For homework I want a five roll essay on Uric the Oddball and his oddest moments, due next Tuesday."

There were many dissatisfied moans from the class.

* * *

Remus sat at a desk in the Gryffindor Common Room, scribbling away at the five-roll essay Binns had assigned. Sirius sat across from him, supposedly doing his.

"What did James send Evans in that note?" He asked, doodling.

Lupin dipped his quill in the ink well. "Something stupid."

"Then where is he now?"

Remus looked up from his essay. "I don't know…"

"You think he's with her?" Sirius had a look of disgust on his face.

"I hope not, I really want to test out those consequences on James."

* * *

It was late when James crawled into his bed, very late…

"James, what do you think you're doing? Coming in here this ungodly hour of the night? Where were you?" Sirius was sitting in his boxers, ready to go to bed, but he had been waiting for James all night.

"I'll tell you when you tell me where you were during Transfiguration class."

A/N: Hehe, Where was our innocent little Prongsy all night?