Disclaimer: Duh! If I owned these characters, I'd be rolling in money now, people!

Thanks to wereMOONYwolf for giving me the idea of Peter interrupting them.any more ideas? I'd like some.Also, thanks to my (2) wonderful reviewers!

A/N: yes, I made Lucius evil in this chapter.you have no idea how hard that was for me, the Lucius-obsessed. *tear*

CHAPTER 1

" Why aren't you wearing a shirt, Moony?" asked Peter, sounding puzzled. Remus burst out laughing at that. Sirius merely smirked in that annoying way of his; Remus found it adorable at that moment. " Reasons of his own, Peter, reasons of his own," replied Sirius. " Where's James?" " Over there," answered Remus, pointing towards the lake. " Attempting to seduce Lily, as usual." " When will he give up?" asked Sirius, slipping his arm through Remus's. They walked off together, talking in hushed voices. Peter stared after them, blinking. " I don't get those two," he muttered. " Odd little gays, aren't they?" asked Lucius Malfoy, leaning up against the wall. " Wha.? Gays? They aren't.they can't be." (A/N: Peter is homophobic. Or afraid of gay people.) " What do you think they were doing back there?" Lucius replied, with that infamous Malfoy smirk plastered across his perfect features. " Throwing a party?" Peter's hand was pressed so tightly across his mouth, there were red finger marks on his cheek. " They're just going to leave you, you know," Lucius said. " After all, now Lupin has Black and Potter is close to getting Evans.what will happen to you when they are gone? What will happen to you when they have their perfect families?" " But they're my friends." he protested. " They won't leave me." " Yes they will." Peter stood, still as a portrait, tears coursing down his face. Lucius wondered to himself why the hell the Dark Lord wanted him to join. Other than the element of surprise when the Potter boy and Evans were dead. Peter was such a weakling. " I have a way out for you," Lucius said, voice layered with suspense. " Come to the library with me, after dinner. I'll show you." He swept away, silver hair fluttering in the wind. He had no doubt his orders would be followed. Peter gazed after him, then scurried to Gryffindor Tower.

Hours later, Peter waited in the library, foot tapping nervously on the hardwood floor. He glanced up and down the hallway, swallowing hard; he could almost feel the tears coming again. Consorting with a Slytherin! His friends would leave him, and he would be all alone. " Afraid, are you?" hissed a voice in his ear. " You'd better have more backbone than that if you want to join us." He pulled Peter into a shadowy alcove.