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Hello people. I am back (finally) after a long spell of writers block and absolutely no inspiration. Then Cobalt Violet updated "Teachers Pet" and I started beating myself up about not writing this chapter, so now I finally have. Fresh off the press. So yes, oh, I also have another one shot called "Rhapsody", it's Sirius/James and I actually rather like it, oh well anyway. Read and Review. Hope you like it.
The day had risen, cold and bright. The sky was as clear as blue silk and the sun glistened like a diamond onto the dewy grass. It was indeed a beautiful day, Sirius Black decided as he sipped his coffee in the Great Hall while staring out the window. The other students were starting to enter the Hall, all bedraggled and yawning, while Sirius sat, elegantly and impeccably dressed at the Gyffindor table. Mornings had never bothered him, whereas they had always bothered his best friend, James Potter, who sauntered into the Hall yawning and ruffling his already very messy hair. He pulled up a seat next to Sirius.

"I don't know how you can stomach that shit" James said through a yawn as he gestured at Sirius cup which was filled with black coffee.

Sirius frowned. "My father used to drink it with scotch" he said, peering into the cup.

James snorted. "Your father is a sadistic little shit, with severe problems, so why even bring him up?"

"Ok then."

"You seen Lupin?"

Sirius sipped more of his coffee, as James craned his head around to see if he was in the hall. "No. He's not up yet"

"How do you know?"

"No one from his dorm was up yet, and that means that he isn' up. It' a general rule".

James laughed. "And here I was thinking you were psychic or something".

"Maybe I am".

"Ok then, when Lupin comes down this morning will his hair be flattened or pushed up?"

Sip of coffee. A quick contemplation. "Pushed up".

"Ok that's a bet"

"How much?"

"10 galleons"

"Hey big spender"

"Don't be a smartarse now Black, do you or do you not want to make a bet?"

"I'll bet with you Potter, just to see the look on your little face when I win"

"Deal then" They shook hands.

Silence from Sirius as he sipped his coffee. "Hogsmeade weekend this weekend?"

"Really?"Sirius sounded very disinterested.

"So you could ask that special someone"

"A step ahead of you mate, I'm already going to ask him"

James smiled at his best friend. "You know you're smarter than you look"

"I know".

"You're also more evil".

"What do I look innocent or something?"

James studied him. "Not innocent, just...not threatening".

"Well that's highly useful isn't it?"

"Yes Sirius, yes it is".

Remus Lupin stared at himself in the mirror. You're not bad looking you know, he said to himself, you're actually quite handsome, in a pretty, golden sort of way. Not like Sirius, who'd give anyone a run for their money. He was like a Grecian god, all high cheekbones, muscular torso and curling hair. Except for his huge liquid dark eyes and pouting lips. Remus had seen the Greek sculptures when he was over there with his parents. The massive stone replicas of the gods, who were all the most beautiful and perfect men; their beautiful, classical faces and their muscular, lithe forms, but then their ridiculously small nether regions. Sirius was like one of them, except...except; he doubted Sirius genetalia was as small as that of the statues. Remus became overcome with laughter at the idea, Sirius with this incredibly small penis and...he began to choke with laughter, before he got hold of himself. What had become of him? A few days at a new school and he was imagining the size of the hottest guy's nether regions. Get a hold of yourself Lupin.

He pulled on his shirt, and tie and then his sweater, making sure they were all neat and not creased. Then he grabbed a pot of styling gel and stared at his hair in the mirror. It was amazingly co-operative this morning; no bits sticking out, it all seemed to be in relative order. But how to do it this morning? Flattening it would be neater, but pushing it up would look more tousled, and hopefully sexier. Sexier? What the hell was he thinking? A week ago you wouldn't have cared less about whether you were sexy or not and now you've got it on the brain. Ever since that Sirius started to pay attention to you, he scorned himself, you've gone all weird. What's wrong with that? Another part of his brain asked: What's wrong with doing your hair so an incredibly hot guy will like you?

He tapped his fingers on the top of the pot thinking. Oh what the hell. He opened the pot, stuck his hand in and pulled out a glob of gel. With expert skill and precision, he started working it into his hair pushing it up, teasing it a little so it all sat in perfect harmony. When he had finished, he stared at his work of art. No bad, Remus, he said to himself nodding, not bad at all. Replacing the pot in his bag and pulling his bag onto his back. He breathed in. This is for you Black, and you'd better bloody like it.

"10 Galleons".

James peered up at his best friend whose face was covered by a large smirk, and who had his hand stuck out right under his nose. Sirius had no tact.

"What the fuck are you talking about boy?"

The smirk didn't fade as he gestured in the direction of Remus, who had just entered the History of Magic classroom, and whose hair was pushed up.

"Fuck you Black, you are such a sore winner", he grumbled, getting out his wallet and handing Sirius the money, while Sirius continued smirking.

"I love you when you're pissed off Jamie", Sirius said in a high-pitched voice, grabbing James around the waist and kissing his forehead.

"Piss off, I don't like you and you know I hate that nickname".

"Somebody's shitty".

"Just get over it ok?"

"Poor Jamie's shitty".

James resisted the urge to smash Sirius' face in, right in front of the whole class and instead, turned serenely back to his friend and spoke.

"Do you want some help with this Remus shit?"

"Help? Do I need help? God, the boy'd castrate himself and pledge allegiance to the Communist party if I asked him to!"

"I mean, do you want me to do a bit of research for you?"

Sirius looked calculatingly at him. "Since when did you want to help me with this business? I thought you liked the whole 'don't look at me I'm innocent' role".

"Because Sirius, I'm sick of waiting for you to make a move. You take too long".

"Ooh, Jamie's a bit impatient. And why would that be?"

"Because I want to fuck you".

"So fuck me".

"But then we're breaking the rules of the game, you see. That's part of the fun, the no sex-until-you-win part".

"The fasting before the feast".

"My point exactly".

Sirius sighed. "So when are you going to write this detailed report of the said Remus Lupin?".

"He's in my Care of Magical creatures class, and we have a free period next, so why don't I have a little chat with him?"

Sirius smiled. "You're more evil than I am, you know that?"

"Perhaps, but then again you never can tell".

Two boys turned back to the class, with their faces contorted by grins, for there was no doubt that things were about to bet interesting.

"Do you mind if I sit here?"

Remus peered up at the black haired boy, who looked at him. Sirius' friend. He sat up a little straighter in his chair and smiled. "If you want".

He glanced around, noticing that several other tables were empty and that this boy could have sat there, but for some reason one of the most popular boys in school would rather sit with him. It didn't make sense. But then not much was making sense these days.

"You're Remus, right?" the boy asked. His voice was calm and smooth, but not with the same resonation that Sirius' had. Dark, messy hair, bright, hazel eyes, chiselled cheekbones; he was reasonably good looking. But in comparison to Sirius, he was nothing.

"Yeah". Remus wasn't really sure what to say to this boy. What do people like that talk about anyway?

"I'm James", the boy said, sticking out his hand, and Remus shook it. "James Potter