Yah… I've been feeling guilty because I haven't updated for a long time… so! 6-layerd cakes with personal messages for….

no1important- you ARE important!

HappyDappyDrunk- thank you

fadingimage- this is for you!

Surya- ^_^ back to ya

Sevagkd I'm sorry I wasn't quick enough!

Rena Lupin I wish I were related to Remus…

Purplefluffychainsaw you're right, Remus needs a hug. He thanks you for it

The Notoriously Handsome and Humble Draco Malfoy are you sure about the humble part?

A.L. Lorraine- it IS interesting

L-sama- I love cookies! You're such a good reviewer

Fireblade K'Chona- … only Erik can pull off that laugh!

The Demonic Duo this chapter will also pull you in!

Chapter 7: The Game of LOVE~!

The crowds cheered again as Gryffindor scored against Slytherin. James was just stalling so that the chasers could score more points before catching the snitch, which proved to be especially hard because Snape had very good aim with bludgers. He was a damn good Beater. The Marauders agreed that it was his slimy hair: it made him aerodynamic.

 As Sirius scored 10 more points, James dove for the snitch, which took him on a very wild chase, followed by the Slytherin seeker behind him. But Prongs didn't have time to look behind to see how close he was. He didn't need to, for he was being informed by a certain werewolf in the stands yelling at the top of his lungs over the rest of the crowd.

Snape, seeing that it was all going to end soon, decided to create a much-needed "distraction", but what was it to be? And who was the voice shrieking tips at Black and Pedigrew? Then his eyes narrowed at seeing Remus Lupin bent almost out of the Gryffindor box, his hands cupped around his mouth as he yelled himself horse. As another bludgers came hurtling to the Slytherin, Snape's face turned into a hideous grin as he aimed and swung his bat with all his might. The black ball flew in an almost straight line to the Gryffindor, who was completely oblivious until it was too late.

There was a deafening crack as all eyes turned from the game to the Gryffindor stand. James couldn't watch, he had to get the snitch. As silence echoed on the field, the sound of the creaking stands reached everyone's ears and the teenage wizard fell out of the box on his way down the 500 foot drop, his face red from the impact, himself knocked sense less.

Suddenly, the field erupted with shouts and yelling as people yelled for someone to help the poor boy. Sirius was watching Remus' every move as he lay flat against his broom, racing to catch him. The werewolf became conscious again and tears streaked up his face as he looked at the ground, to afraid to move.

Heights weren't bad enough, but now falling from them made him beg for his life, or some angel to say him. What angel did, he didn't expect.

Sirius was reaching a speed that muggles only dreamed of as he swerved to stop below the Lupin, who now fell back-down. Padfoot looked up at the werewolf as he let go of his broom, spreading his arms to catch the pale boy. James had time to look over at them and shout with snitch in hand as everyone held their breath.

THUD

Sirius' arms were rapped so tightly around Remus; small body as soon as he felt him that it was as if all the powers that be could not tear him away. The impact made them drop about 10 feet, but soon the broom suspended them again. Moony clutched the black haired boy tightly, afraid to let go.

Applause deafened the both of them, but Sirius could not hear it as Remus slowly opened his wet and frightened amber eyes to stare up at him. With a nervous sob, Moony hugged the wizard. Sirius smiled and held him closely, realizing something as he slowly descended to the ground. Remus was all he wanted… all he would ever want… he was all that mattered to him now. He was in love. Both of them were shaken by the experience, but their hearts were the things that were really trembling.

As they touched the ground, they were swarmed by faculty and students; the other players not far behind. But, despite the crowd, Sirius did not place the shivering Lupin down. If Remus had opened his eyes, he would have seen his brothers and sisters looking at him with both wonder and knowledge of what had really happened. He would have also seen a certain Slytherin being pulled off by the headmistress.

Madame Pomfrey was waiting for the two at the entrance to the castle as tears of joy fell down her cheeks. Reluctantly, Sirius let go of Remus, laying him on the stretcher. Over all the loud cheers and applause, he could only barely hear the werewolf breathe "Sirius…" as he was carried off.

Sirius was left to fend off fan girls and fellow students and congratulating teachers. He earned 550 points for Gryffindor by the time they were done praising him. Even Dumbledore seemed pleasantly surprised and said that it would make front-page news in the Daily Prophet. His teammates lifted him up on their shoulders and chorused, "For He's a Jolly Good Fellow" about a thousand times. Sirius didn't hear a word of it. His mind was in one place: up in the infirmary with a frightened werewolf.

Despite all of his attempts, he couldn't make it up to the Hospital Wing that night. And likewise, Remus couldn't come down to join the others in celebration. They both had something to tell each other.