A/N:

Well, here it is, the second chapter. Sorry it took so long, but I had many problems in getting time to type it up. First, I had about a billion projects given to me. Second, I spilled water on my keyboard and it took two and a half days to dry out. I was scared it wouldn't work ever again. Writing it wasn't as hard as I thought it be, but this chapter is short. My idea machine is shut down temporarily. Although I like my ending to this chapter, I would have liked to end the story right here, right now, but alas, I couldn't think of any more. Hopefully, there will only be one more chapter to this story. Please enjoy.

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"I wonder where Sirius could be," said James, tossing glances around the Great Hall anxiously, "It's not like him to miss a meal."

Peter nodded through a mouthful, then turned toward Remus swallowing. "Do you know where he went, Moony?"

Remus inched down into his book, hiding his nose deep within its pages. "I haven't seen him since Arithmancy ended," he lied, knowing Sirius had not even come to class.

James made a 'huh' noise before turning back to his sandwich, trying to concentrate on eating it. His gaze flickered to Lily, who sat a few seats up and across the table, back to his sandwich, then up to Lily once more. Frowning, he jumped up, muttering, "I'm going to go look for Sirius."

Remus glanced up urgently from the pages of his large book. "Wait! I'll come with you, he said, pushing up on the table.

James shook his head. "Don't bother mate. Just enjoy your lunch," he said, disappearing without another thought.

Closing his book, Remus let out a small sigh and looked up at Peter, who had finished his own sandwich and was eyeing Remus'. He pushed his plate toward his friend.

"Take it. I'm going to the library."

Now sitting alone in the Marauder's usual slice of the Gryffindor table, Peter reached for Remus' sandwich. Laughter erupted behind him, and he turned around to see a group of third year Slytherins as the source, finding a particular nasty one pointing in his direction and going red in the face. His gaze traveled down to his stomach, then up to his sandwich. With an injured look, he set the sandwich down.

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Laying in the Gryffindor stands, Sirius watched as clouds slowly floated by overhead. He took note that one resembled James' racing broom, another like a troll, and the one directly above him looked exactly like a wolf. At the thought of the latter one, he let out a groan.

"Why does everything come back to Remus?" he asked the empty Quidditch pitch, sitting up to find it not so empty. James was circling the pitch. Sirius raised his arms and began to wave them violently, calling out to the stag. "Hey Prongs! Up here!"

Looking up to the stands, James gave a relieved smile before shouting back. "What are you doing up there? You're missing lunch!"

"I was just thinking, but I can come down."

"No! I'm coming up," he said, running towards the stands and was soon sitting beside his friend. "So what were you thinking about?"

"Oh, nothing," Sirius said with a shrug.

"Nothing? I see your mind is as empty as always."

Sirius stood up to his full height. "Are you insulting my intelligence, Potter?"

"Maybe I am, Black," he replied, doing the same, but falling an inch too short to be much of a threat.

Locking stares, they broke down with laughter, an after quieting down, James turned to Sirius.

"No, really, Sirius. What were you thinking about? And don't try that 'nothing' on me again. You only come out here to deal with serious thoughts, not that you have many."

"Ouch mate." He sighed, resting back on the bench and hugging his knees. "I guess I was mulling over the curious events of late this morning."

"Which would be?"

Sirius tilted his head back, dragging a hand down the side of his face and leaving it over his mouth. "Wermus hissed fee."

James gave a quizzical look. "Hermits fixed you? What?"

Sirius tried not to laugh at the question, bringing his head down. "I said, Remus kissed me."

"That's not a what I heard... First, I thought you said 'Worms and lisped bee.' Then there was the possibility of 'Walrus assisted me,' but I also-"

"James, stop rambling."

He blew out a sigh. "Right."

A dangerous silence clung to the air, causing James to shift uncomfortably.

"You mean like-"

"A kiss. On the mouth."

"But you don't think-"

"Yes, he meant it."

There came another sigh. "Right," he said, furrowing his eyebrows and running a hand through his hair uncertainly. "You don't think there's the slightest-"

"No."

James nodded for a moment, becoming comfortable with the idea. "So our friend Remus is a pouf?"

Sirius nodded in return, a frown tensing the corners of his mouth. "The thing is, well, I think I am too."