A/N: Sirius keeps writing himself. I have a plan and Sirius keeps ruining it by liking Remus far to much but channelling that like the wrong way. ::sulks::

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Sirius awoke amid a wonderful feeling of oblivion that lasted for all of two minuets before he remembered, with a sinking felling in the pit of his stomach, what had happened the night before.

Groaning, he grabbed a pillow and tried to suffocate himself.

He was so stupid, and now he'd have to find a nice way to break if off with Gwendolyn; which probably meant a few more disastrous dates before he could make a mumble apology about them not being right for each other and him wanting to concentrate on schoolwork.

She'd kill him.

"Sirius, have you seen my new socks? The green ones my mum sent?" The full force of Peter barrelled into him and pushed him out of bed and onto the floor. With his legs tangled in the sheets and the pillow still pressed down over his face. Sirius hit the floor with a painful bump and threw the pillow at Peter.

"No! why would I have your bloody socks?"

"Cos you want to worship me, that's why." Peter answered, digging around in Sirius's bed, shoving his hands down the side with a concentrated look on his face; of course, what stood for a concentrated look from Peter was much furrowing of his brow and sticking out of his tongue. "Anyway I think James may have hid them.".

"Obviously." Sirius muttered, wrapping himself in his bed sheets and stalking away to the bathroom, in desperate need of a shower to wash away the filth he felt on his skin.

Trust Peter to ruin a perfectly good sulk.

Sirius was amazed when he reached the showers to be confronted by James groping about on the floor for his glasses.

James looked up, his eyes slightly unfocused and jumped up, his hands going immediately to cover himself, Sirius closed his eyes and wondered why fate was being so unkind to him today – firstly Peter refusing to let him brood in peace and now James crawling about on naked.

It wasn't as if Sirius found James especially attractive but did he really need to do that? Sirius was pretty sure he'd never done it before – or maybe it have never bothered him before. 

"I think Peter's hidden them." James said angrily, braking Sirius out of his thoughts. He  pushed past Sirius and run – dripping naked – back to the dormitory, something akin to a shriek fallowed and Sirius could only presume that James had jumped on Peter in all his nude glory.

Sirius dropped the bed sheets, the only thing that had hidden his own nakedness, and then bent to pick them up and hang them on one of the hooks when a noise made him shoot back up, clutching the bed sheets to his chest.

One of the showers was giggling.

That really was the last thing Sirius could take- if one of the showers was laughing at him then he was going to throw himself of the astronomy tower; but before taking that drastic course of action Sirius was going to investigate, and really hurt that shower.

Remus was slumped against the last but one shower wall, dripping wet and laughing hysterically. Sirius really couldn't see what was so funny and he grabbed Remus's arm, hauling him up as Remus began to hiccup.

"What's so funny?" he growled.

"I hid James's glasses and Peter's socks." Remus chocked out between hiccups and even though it wasn't really that funny Sirius found himself laughing along with Remus. Leaning his head against the other boys shoulder and really laughing, feeling the warm, soft skin and maybe today wouldn't be so bad if he just stopped worrying and acting stupid.

Gwendolyn wouldn't care, she was fit enough to get any guy she wanted and nobody else would give a damn about them braking up after all.

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That evening when he went to bed Sirius Black was a much wiser person.

Gwendolyn had cried when he told her they had to split up and he'd found himself awkwardly trying to find another girl to comfort her while he slipped off to class; Snape had been giving him funny looks in class and Sirius couldn't shake off the feeling that Snape knew something or at least though he did. At lunch he'd had to withstand the Spanish inquisition form James and Peter as to why he'd broken up with Gwendolyn complete with euphemisms for how nice her breast were from Peter.

And then he'd been attacked by Lily Evan's the moment he crawled, emotionally and physically exhausted into the common room – she'd wanted to know why he'd broken up with Gwendolyn and if he was really as shallow as to sleep with someone and then dump them.

Sirius had wanted to scream that the fact he hadn't slept with her was the problem but in the end he just stormed upstairs to the boy's dormitory, ignoring Lily's irate shouting echoing after him and crawled into bed.

They're was a light tapping on one of his bed posts and Sirius sat up, he pulled back the long drape expecting to see James as the carrier of Lily's furry but instead Remus was standing their, shifting from foot to foot and looking terribly nervous.

"What do you want?" Sirius asked angrily, Remus winced slightly at his tone and Sirius regretted it immediately.

"I…Peter and James have put a spell on my bed, its got all these damp patches." Remus said blushing and Sirius through himself back down, laughing as Remus's blushed deepened and he scowled. "So I was wondering," Remus continued. "If I could move in with you, I've brought my own pillow and everything."

Sirius's stopped laughing instantly – a thousand terrible scenarios and half wanted dreams running through his head. He couldn't, just couldn't let Remus bunk with him tonight, what if he did something when he was asleep and Remus found out how wrong he was. He'd hate him for and so would James and Peter and….

"Can't you bunk with Peter or James."
Remus gave him a dirty look.

"They hate me, move over you git." And with that he forced his way into Sirius's bed and wrapped himself firmly in the bedcovers and Sirius scratched his head and wondered how on earth Remus had heard 'please climb into bed with me' form what Sirius thought was a very obvious 'no!'.

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Sirius awoke to suddenly and with a painful kink in his neck.

He tried to move but found it impossible for one rather large and warm reason.  Remus was wrapped tightly around him, breath ghosting over Sirius's bare chest and his lips parted invitingly. He looked peaceful asleep and very pretty, in a sort of masculine way.

Sirius shook his head angrily at the stupid thought and pushed Remus away, the other boy moaned softly in his sleep and clung on. Finally Sirius relented and let Remus cling to him, Remus was probably having some really good dream about that Hufflepuff who kept making eyes at him at lunch. Sirius felt a sour taste is his mouth as he thought of the girl and Remus together – she didn't look right with Remus. Her hair was too blond and her smile to guarded.

Remus belonged with someone whose hair was dark and whose smile was free and open – someone like Sirius.

Yes Sirius decided, one had tangling itself in Remus's tawny colour hair, Remus belonged with someone like him, he'd find his friend a nice girl who liked pranks and books and who could be trusted with Remus's secret because Remus deserved someone like that.

Remus, Sirius thought slowly as he tilted the sleeping boys head up to press their lips together in a chaste kiss, need the very best person Sirius could find for him.