Disclaimer: They still aren't mine, damnit. I asked for them for my birthday but no one got them for me…

And a couple lines (well, one line repeated a couple times) is from Withnail and I (fantastic movie, everyone should watch it).

A/N: Ok, I no longer claim any control over this story. The first four chapters went reasonably like I expected, they went quicker than I expected, but that was a pleasant surprise. However, I was worried, because I had no idea where to go from there. So, the other night, while procrastinating, I decided to try and write the next chapter, and I wrote like three more! I don't know where they came from, and they quite surprised me. I have six or seven chapters written, and I think there will be one more. It'll take a few more days for me to go through them all a few more times, but it shouldn't be too long before the story is all done. Then I might be able to get some school work done (probably not though). Alright, I'm babbling, I've got to stop that. I'll leave you to the story now, and I'll go read about Disney as a neocolonialist enterprise…

Tiramisu

Chapter Four: In which Lily gets involved

James and Sirius walked to the hotel's dining room, meeting Lily and several wedding guests were eating breakfast. James walked over to his new wife, gave her a kiss, and sat down beside her. Sirius took a seat across from them. Lily smiled at him.

"Hungover and all shagged out, just as we suspected. How're you feeling Siri?"

"Like a pig shat in my head." Lily laughed at this and continued to question him.

"So, who was the lucky girl then? Or boy, sorry, trying not to assume anything or be heterosexist. Was it anyone I know? Or someone really random?" Sirius shot James a look that plainly said 'Please make your wife shut up.' James caught this and quickly leaned over to Lily, whispering something in her ear. Sirius watched as her eyes lit up, then saw them darken, only a bit, as James finished filling her in on the events of the morning.

"Oh, Sirius, Sweetie," she spoke to him again, "I'm so sorry, but I'm sure he'll come around. I've been waiting for you two to get together since fourth year. I'm amazed you held out this long."

"Wait," Sirius looked at her, "You knew…that I…"

"Fancy Remus? Of course. Well, I was never sure how serious your feelings for him were, but I knew would jump at the chance to shag him senseless." She smiled broadly and laughed, "Which apparently you did." Sirius rested his head in his hands and sighed.

"Sirius, mate," James said, setting a cup of coffee down in front of his friend, "I'm sure it'll all work out. Lils is right, he'll come around. He's always stayed away from relationships because of…well…you know, but think about it. He liked you enough to shag you-"

"When he was drunk." Sirius interrupted.

"He was drunk, yes." James continued, "But, I thought he liked you for years, he has always had a penchant for staring at you."

"What? He has?"

"Yes," Lily picked up where James left off, "That's part of the reason I assumed you two would get together. I could tell you fancied him, that was really obvious. But his eyes had a tendency to follow wherever you went. He might not have even realized it himself. He buried that part of himself a long time ago, trying to avoid any…lupine problems, didn't he? He might not have allowed himself to see anything but friendship in the way he felt."

"I don't think this is a good idea." Sirius said. "You guys are going to convince me to believe you. It's much safer to assume the worst, then you can't be disappointed."

"Come on! What happened to old, optimistic, happy Sirius that lived in a dorm with me for seven years and never thought of the downside to anything?"

"He drank about twelve bottles of alcohol last night, and wouldn't leave Remy's room." Sirius, now on his third cup of coffee, groaned and lowered his head to the table. He stayed that way until he felt someone sitting down beside him and heard a familiar voice say:

"I feel like a pig shat in my head."

Moony…

TBC…