Mildred Morrison was an average muggle--er, person. She had short brown hair and unsightly glasses tipping on her face. She was short and chunky; her husband, Mathew, was the exact copy of her. The happy couple lived in the tiny English town of Bideford, and owned a small tavern and hotel, The Railview Hotel. Life was simple, and quiet. They didn't get many foreigners. They liked it that way thankyouverymuch.

Mildred squinted through her glasses at the clock across the room,

"8:47. Ah, just about quitting time!" She grinned and shuffled her papers away, closed the lock box, and reached for her keys. Striding over to the front door, she locked it and started on her way towards the kitchen. Halfway down the hall she heard violent knocking on the door. Walking back to the door Mildred turned the knob, and in crashing came three rag tag boys, hair messed up, bags under their eyes and backpacks swung round their arms. They couldn't have been over 16.

The first, brown hair and brown eyes addressed her politely, "Miss, are you the inn keeper? Please, we'd like rooms for the night." Mildred frowned down at them and shrunk her eyes, "Where are your parents, boys?"

"At home of course, Johnny1, Steven1, and I are on a road trip, and you see, we need a place to stay." Pause, "for the night." He added in an afterthought.

She regarded them warily. They certainly didn't look like road trippers, no, they almost looked like those grubby people… what were they called? Higgbies? Hibbies? No no-- Ah yes, they were called hippies. Well, at least two of them did, the other, short black haired boy, looked more like a hoodlum. But how could she refuse customers?

"Alright, I believe we have some rooms available." She walked over to the key rack, and examined the two hanging keys. Rooms A and D were available.

"Well boy, one of you will get his own room, the others, I am afraid will have to bunk together."

Sirius looked at James and his eyes winded.

"No way am I sleeping in the same bed and Mr. Snoretasktic! Remy and I'll share a room, thanks."

James didn't look offended in the least; he was probably use to Sirius by now.

"How much?" he inquired.

"Eleven pounds a night, per room. But, it's late now and you can pay before your leave. In the morning, you'll get a free breakfast. Do you need a wake up call?"

"No no no, we'll be fine! Thank you ms…?"

"Mrs. Morrison. Good night boys, your rooms are on the first landing, first to your left (A) and second to your left (D)."

She locked the door and left through the back.

"We'll that was easy…" Sirius remarked climbing the stairs. "'night Mr. Snoretastic." He said flippantly and went into room D.

"Night James." Remus said, following Sirius. James rolled his eyes, and tossed a general, "Night moony, padfoot." Over his head.

Sirius walked into the room, threw his tee shirt off, drank from the vial in his pocket, slipped his shoes and socks off, pulled the covers back, and crawled into bed.  He lay there for a minute or so, till Remus came threw the door and proceeded to pull his shirt off, and shoes and socks and climb into bed.

"Siri?"

"Erm… Remy?"

"Can u move back a bit…?"

"Oh er! Sure yeah yeah." Sirius shifted backwards, and Remus followed his actions. Sirius took an aware note of just how close Remus was… the covers now seemed excessive in this summer heat…

"Rem' um, can u get the light?" Remy reached up and twisted the light knob. Lying back down and turning to face Siri.

Sirius stared at Remus' closed eyes and slightly open mouth before drifting off. When Remus knew Sirius was gone to the sleeping world, he opened his eyes and stared at his bed mates' face. (A/n: mushy descriptions begin here… so, skip or read on.) Sirius' Pony tail was already loosing its grip on his hair, which had a few wisps sliding out and taunting Sirius' face. His skin was somehow not as tan as normal, and he even look pale. Remus' hand began to fail him as it reached upward to touch the cheek. Just a caress… But he stopped just short out of fear of waking.

Remus sighed and closed his eyes.

//I am not falling for my best friend. I am NOT. //

James was surprisingly the first one up the next morning. After showering and dressing he wandered down to Remy and Siri's room.

There they were. Curled up on the twin bed, Remus' arm thrown around Sirius, Sirius' head resting on Remus' chest… what a sight…

James shuck his head and shut the door softly… he didn't want to be around when one of them woke up.

James walked down the stairs and waved at the women behind the counter before making his way over.

"ma'am?" This really wasn't his thing… associating with muggles was more… Remus' thing…especially the old proper one… "Do you know where to grab any food?" he asked innocently.

She squinted at him. He shuffled under her gaze.

"Son, this is a restaurant. Are you not aware of that?"

"Er, well… I didn't know honestly."

"We'll then, I take it you haven't had your free breakfast yet, have you?"

"Um, no… I haven't." She sighed dramatically and reached for a pass under the table.

"Take this and go to the kitchen, Penbroke will help you from there." She turned her back to him, effectively ending the conversation.

He muddled out a quick "Thank you.", and darted down the hallway.

The hallway was filled with a boring assortment of furniture. Every third piece was the same. Chair, table, love seat… chair, table, loveseat… what kind of place was this?? Stuffy old women in funny dresses hung immortalized, unmoving in frames. Random pictures of sunsets, or lighthouses were splashed randomly across the walls… This was surely the strangest hotel James had ever seen.

Remus stirred slightly and awoke with a warm, moving this on his chest. Thinking himself at home, and believing it his cat, he reached down to pet it, only to come in contact with human flesh. His eyes winded dramatically and he looked down.

There he was. Sirius. His… crush/Best friend curled on his chest, sleeping soundly, drooling slightly. Although disgusting, Remus was thinking rather of how nice and warm Sirius' body felt against him… Except, then Remus began to panic slightly… what to do? What to do? Should he wake Sirius, try to move Sirius off him, or go back to sleep and hope that when he woke up, Sirius and he would have untangled himself? Erm… yes that seemed the best choice.

Except that try as he did, Remus couldn't fall back asleep. He could feel Sirius' hair brushing the side of his chest, and his breath warming Remus' skin… //just relax Remus, and you'll wake up, and this'll have been a dream. All of it, I swear! //

Peter was feeling left out. His friends had gone on an adventure, and left him. He was sure of it. He sulked at his window, watching the sun come up and bathe everything in light.  He hated being left out… He was always left out. It was always Sirius who'd leave him out. Always. This had to be Sirius' doing. Figures. Peter narrowed his eyes and felt anger rise in him. Sirius would get his just dessert in the end. He'd see to it.

Remy woke at around noontime again. Before opening his eyes he realized that there was no body pressed against his side… he didn't have his arm around anyone's torso, and no body was in bed with him.

//where Sirius?// Remus opened his eyes and looked around the room, only to fall on the bathroom door where a slight mist of steam poured out, and a faint singing voice (out of tune, to something by The Mifrid Maigick band), which had to be Sirius. With a groan, because Sirius was never taking short showers, Remus got up and resigned himself to sorting out some new clothing. Muggle attire wasn't completely foreign to Remus. He had, on occasion ventured out into there world. So, he selected the most normal attire he could find. Plain jeans and a plain black tee-shirt would be just fine.

General notes:

1. Remus, always the quick thinking one, gave out fake names. He'll be doing a lot of this, and I am going to try and make it as easy as I can for you guys by keeping James' alias starting with a J, and Sirius' with an S, and Remus' with an R. I'll probably eventually run out. But… whatever.