A/N: Yay! I'm back! Thanks and love to everyone who's reviewed... you guys rock (. This chapter's going to be kind of short too – I'm sorry!!! I just wanted to post something and, contrary to what I said last time, I haven't had time to write (. I'm doing my best!

Disclaimer: Sirius, Remus, and the rest of the Marauders do NOT belong to me. They belong to JKR, lucky woman who thought them up. Please do not sue me for having some fun with them!

Warning: Yeah, you guessed it. This is SLASH. There will be some boy on boy action in this chapter, so if you don't like it, please don't read it. Any flames on the matter will be ignored.

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Having successfully lured Sirius away from the Gryffindor Tower by making up with him and then suggesting a bit of Quidditch, James took to checking his watch every other minute and shifting his weight restlessly on his broom. Sirius, concentrating on zooming around the pitch in the brilliant December sun, didn't notice his friend's fidgeting.

"Oi, Black!" James called at quarter of ten.

Sirius swooped around him and slid to a halt in front of the other boy. "Prongs?"

"I should head in," James told him. "I still haven't started that essay on banshees, and I've got to have four feet by tomorrow."

"You had to remind me, didn't you?" Sirius scowled. "Moony'll help us out. Besides, I know the real reason you want to go inside."

"You do, do you?" James retorted, crossing his arms.

"Yep," Sirius replied proudly, "You want to flirt with Evans and you know she'll be in there doing her homework."

"Maybe that's right," shrugged James airily. "But you're not one to talk, Padfoot. I know you've taken advantage of having so many... admirers."

Sirius took off, streaking toward the ground and beating James by half a second. Only when they were finally strolling back toward the castle did he respond. "That's not the same thing," he told James. "I don't actually fancy any of those girls. They're just..." he trailed off pensively.

"Just what?" James prodded.

Sirius shrugged. "Convenient."

James stopped and eyed his friend closely, taking in his carefully casual air. "So who is it, then?" he asked knowingly.

Sirius froze and turned around to face James. "Who's who?"

"You know, Sirius... the girl you fancy."

Swallowing audibly, Sirius started walking again. Blimey, he hated they confrontations with James. The other boy could read people too well, and Sirius had never been good at lying about his feelings. "I don't fancy any girl," he lied lamely.

James sighed. "Suit yourself, then."

10:01. They entered the drafty castle and scrambled up cold stone stairs, James slowing down slightly so his friend was in front of him when they reached the portrait hole. He couldn't wait to see the look on Sirius' face when he realized he was caught under the mistletoe with Marisa Creevey. Small and pale, with mousy brown hair, Marisa was the unofficial head of the unofficial Sirius Black fan club – she practically fainted just from being in the same room as him, she constantly tried to strike up inane conversations with him, she often followed him to his classes (having memorized his schedule), and she had been caught attempting to pocket his used napkins after meals. Sirius did his best to avoid her at all costs. James knew it was cruel, but come on, what kind of a mate would tell Lily that he (James) liked her? Especially when it was true???

"(insert password here)!" Sirius called to the Fat Lady, climbing up into the hole as her portrait swung open.

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Marisa Creevey checked her watch again. 10:03. It was almost time. She stood next to the portrait hole inconspicuously (she hoped), pretending to read the Gryffindor notice board and keeping an eye on the portrait hole. Across the room, a rowdy bunch of fourth years were playing a loud game of Exploding Snap, and the other Gryffindors had focused their attention in that direction. 10:04. Any second now...

There was, however, one other person in the tower who wasn't clustered in that corner. Remus was holed away in his dorm, poring over a thick book about goblin wars. He could hear laughter coming from the common room, but somehow he didn't feel like watching anyone make an idiot out of himself this morning. James and Sirius had disappeared after breakfast, having made up suspiciously suddenly, calling something about Quidditch over their shoulders, and Remus had been left to himself (Peter was, as usual, sucking up to people in the common room). He knew it was irrational, but he always felt strangely jealous when James and Sirius went off together – it seemed like their friendship came first, and then the rest of the Marauders.

Sighing, Remus realized he'd forgotten to return Banshees: Who's That Singing? (A/N: sorry for the lame title!) to the library, and it was due the next day. With the heavy text tucked under his arm, he jogged down from the dorm and approached the portrait hole. "Excuse me, Marisa," he said politely to the younger girl standing in front of it.

"Oh!" Marisa blushed at being addressed directly by the handsome prefect, and jumped obligingly out of his way.

Remus scooted into the opening as the portrait swung inward... and found himself face to face with Sirius. The two friends looked at each other uncertainly for a moment, knowing exactly what the Muggle mistletoe meant. The thought occurred to Sirius that James and Marisa were the only ones watching – he and Remus could probably blow it off and no one would care... But then he realized he didn't want to blow it off – he wanted to kiss Remus. He found himself staring at the other boy's soft, pink lips, then leaning forward. Their mouths met abruptly; both were too shocked to pull back right away. Hesitantly, Sirius prodded Remus' lips with his tongue, and Remus complied by opening his mouth slightly to let the other boy in. As he gently touched Sirius' cold, rosy cheeks, Remus realized, in a sudden wave of consciousness, something totally mind-boggling and surprising – and yet, something he'd known for a long time. He was in love with Sirius.
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A/N: Well? How's that for a start? Sorry again that this is so short, but I hope you liked it (and that you'll review and let me know!!). Until next chapter... -Star