Chapter 2: Let's get this straight....

"Wonderful. And how exactly, oh gifted one, are we supposed to improvise?" Asked Sirius dubiously. He didn't sound quite as annoyed as he did distracted, trying to figure out which ingredients were most like that damn Moonflower.

Remus didn't answer, he was to busy pondering which of the ingredients were most like their key to the project. Was the flower a base for the potion or was it added to take the poisons from the plimpy blood?

"I mean, its not like we can go up to Prof. K and just ask him to hand out some of his rarest ingredient! Its bound to get us a fail and we'd probably be kicked out of the class for not passing on a project that costs us 80% of our grade! What the hell was he thinking when he decided how to score us? That man is truly sadistic I tell you. And what happens if we mix in the wrong ingredient? He's making us drink this potion and if we-"

"Sirius, in all do respect; Shut. Up. Now."

"..."

Remus continued to pound the shrivel fig roots even after they had reached the fine powder that was required. Sirius kept his thoughts to himself; even though he couldn't help but wonder how erotic those long, elegant, tapered fingers that were currently crushing the poor beetle's eyes to a pulp would look on his body when he was all wet and sticky from-

Ok, he was stopping that thought.

As soon as the grim-like canine added exactly one cup of plimpy blood mixed with one crushed runespoor eggshell, his companion yelped in triumph. The amber-eyed youth was just about bursting when he announced, "I've got it! I know what to add to our potion! Well, without killing anyone or making us spontaneously combust."

Sirius gave an unmanly 'eep' and just about threw down the mixture he was about to add. He jumped over to where his fellow Marauder was pointing to their potions textbook in triumph.

"It says here that any one ingredient that cannot be added for whatever reason, can be substituted with another. Since this potion is altering the very sexy and masculine physic of our bodies-"Sirius snickered at that, "we have a choice of adding either mandrake leaves to counteract the plimpy blood or we could mix in a bit of the brewer, kind of like in that polyjuice potion we tried making when muffin costumes, Easter candy and too much Firewhiskey was involved, to give the potion a signature of who the potion will apply to.

"I don't know about you but I don't have any mandrake leaves on me and no one else does either. I'd rather stick to the latter option. That way when we drink the potion, it won't kill us when we drink it since it's designed especially for us."

"Couldn't it be a poison designed especially for us also?" pointed out Sirius.

Remus silently contemplated this then finally muttered, "Good point" while rubbing his chin pensively.

"Oh look! I found the picture of a hot dog I drew under the table!"

Sirius sighed exasperatedly and threw his hands up in the air.

"I don't get what muffin costumes, poisons or you're newly found wiener under the table has to do anything with altering your masculine and sexy body with flowers you can supposedly get high off of."

Unfortunately for Sirius, the silencing charm decided to wear off at this opportune moment.

The class was completely silent and, not for the first time, Sirius felt the heavy weight of many gazes upon him.

Then the class erupted into giggles, while Peter and James were literally rolling on the floor laughing their asses off. Their faces were as red as tomatoes and they looked as if they truly could not breathe.

Remus and Sirius just blinked. Remus being the most astute Marauder, caught on and started to snicker at the look on Sirius' face. Sirius just blinked.

As soon as the appropriate detentions had been handed out, and the class settled down with the least amount of violent displays, everyone was back to brewing their potions. It was twenty minutes later when the bell was minutes from ringing that Sirius and Remus gave up on their quest.

"Ehh, what the fuck, lets just add some of our blood into the potion and then we'll be ready. I can't take this any longer. If we fail, we fail with honor, but if we die, we shall always be remembered as the two that went down after wreaking the most havoc at Hogwarts." And with that, Remus swiftly drew his knife down his palm and held it out over the cauldron, letting the crimson liquid fall into their potion.

Sirius just gaped at him. Then he shook his head of any thoughts he might be having about how much of a turn o- er, I mean utterly disturbing (cough) that was and followed his partner in crime's example.

As soon as both of their blood hit the cauldron, they both jumped back as the color of the potion changed from a deep amethyst to the darkest shade of onyx. They were both staring intently on it and didn't notice when their professor dismissed the class. All they cared about was the swirling colors, which left no room for anything else.

They could both feel the magic pouring through them and into the potion, the swirling of the onyx with the now emerging ochre made the two lab partners plus some lingering students, look on in awe. They could not imagine anything more beautiful, albeit more than slightly dangerous.

Sirius

It reminds me of his eyes... Sirius thought, his eyes are always this color when he is full of emotion. Whether it is passion or rage, the spark is always there... maybe that's why this potion is so beautiful?

Remus

I can't figure out what that color reminds me of... Dammit this is frustrating! Thought Remus, I think it's the hair color, I can't be sure, or maybe even eye? Mmm, Sirius has hair kinda like this...

It was then that they noticed that the potion had started to look as if it was about to explode.

TBC