DISCLAIMER : Nope, not mine. None of it. Unless I make a mistake, then it's mine. Other than that, it's all HERS evil glares

Every day the drama hopefuls would check the noticeboard outside the Great hall, cross their fingers and then slump away dejectedly when they realized the lists weren't up yet.

It was the hottest topic in the hallways; who was going to play who, AND, most importantly, who was going to play ... you know...THAT couple.

Remus and Sirius both tried to pretend that they were NOT, in fact, in ANY way interested in the outcome of the auditions. No, they were simply pushing and pulling and shoving and knocking their way to the front of the crowd every day so that they were the first people to know so that they could tell everyone else. Yes, that most certainly was it.

But they, like everyone else, had to wait until Dumbledore announced that the lists would be up after Supper one evening.

The entire hall was suddenly silent.

Sirius and Remus purposely avoided eye contact with each other, and looked down at their plates. Because, of course, they didn't care.

No more eating was done in the great hall after that announcement, and Dumbledore, sensing this, dismissed them early.

Sirius and Remus found themselves huddling together (no, not together, just thrown coincidentally together in a very near proximity to each other) under the table in an attempt to avoid the sudden rush of people that had graduated towards the noticeboard.

They looked up from the gaps in the seats to see thousands of pairs of legs suddenly rushing past their hiding place, and they clapped their hands over their ears to shield them from the noise of clogs, slippers, joggers, heels, boots and sandals pounding on the ground in the mad dash towards the noticeboard.

The herd of cattle slowly quietened down, and the two Marauders cautiously took their hands from their ears, and grinned wryly at each other.

"It's not as though they're declaring OWL levels or anything." Remus said, frowning.

"No." Sirius agreed. "I don't care, frankly."

There was silence under the table for a minute, as two pairs of eyes wandered to everything from the Fizzing Whisbies stuck on the underside of the table, to the spare cutlery that had fallen to the floor in the rush.

Then, without warning, the two boys sprang from their crouched perches under the table, and catapulted their way up over the chairs and down the isles.

Remus was slightly ahead of Sirius until Sirius grabbed on to the back of his robes, and forcefully dragged him back a few steps.

Remus let out a very UNwerewolf like squeal, and lost his balance, toppling over and down to the floor.

Laughing so hard it was hard to breathe, he called on his reflexes, and sprung up quicker than Sirius had anticipated. Growling, Remus lunged forward, and wrapped his arms around Sirius' legs, bringing him to the floor as well.

Quite suddenly, Remus found himself lying almost astride Sirius, his face bearing down on him. Their faces were only inches apart, and Remus could hear both of their laboured breathings.

An intense moment passed between the two, as golden eyes stared into blue (A/N are those colours right?), and werewolf contemplated shaggy dog. Remus's breathing caught in his throat, and his cheeks coloured slightly.

"Remus..." Sirius breathed, feeling something squirm and fizzle in his stomach.

Sirius's voice broke the trance, and Remus came to his senses. He sprang off Sirius quicker than he could shoot off a hex on Snivellus.

Sirius rolled to his feet, and ran his hand through his hair. There was an amazingly awkward silence, and both boys found that the floor was a VERY interesting landmark.

"Race you to the lists." Remus suggested softly, and blinked as suddenly Sirius was gone.

Sirius chose not to dwell on THE moment as he sprinted to the lists, successfully avoiding Remus.

Chose not to dwell on it, that is, except for berating himself firmly for finding himself in such a compromising position with his best friend.

And what, WHAT possessed him to whisper his name like that? That's the sort of thing that happens in romance novels. Not the floor of bloody Hogwarts!

By this time, however, he had reached the lists, and was staring avidly at them, without actually taking anything in.

He dimly managed to register that JAMES had somehow auditioned without anyone knowing about it, and had managed to acquire the role of Eddie, Lily's boyfriend, before Remus caught up with him.

He tried not to flinch away as the other boy's breath caught on his neck, creating Goosebumps he hoped couldn't be seen.

"So..." Remus began. "Who got what?"

"James got Eddie, can you believe? Lily, of course, is Adella..." Sirius said quickly, realizing he was both babbling and stalling, and hating himself for it.

"Well, I figured that." Remus said, in impatient amusement. "What about Tom and Philip?"

"I'm coming to that!" Sirius snapped, nervousness making him irritable.

He hastily scanned the lists.

"Philip is...you, Remus!" He exclaimed, turning to face his friend. "You did it, Remy!"

Oh, god, I did not just call him Remy.

Remus himself was looking amazed and bewildered, although Sirius wasn't sure if this was because he was surprised at getting the role, or because Sirius had just called him Remy.

Remus frowned.

"Who got Tom? PLEASE tell me it isn't Severus. I think I shall hex myself before I play alongside him."

Sirius laughed a little nervously and returned his attention to the lists.

He placed a shaking (damn, could Remus see that?) finger onto the noticeboard, scrolling down the lists.

"There." He said, swallowing. "Tom is...me."

There was silence from Remus, and Sirius kept his gaze fixed firmly on the wall.

If watches worked in Hogwarts, Sirius was sure he would have been able to hear the tick of the quartz.

"Well..." Remus said finally, again the one to break the silence. "At least it's not Severus."

Oh, and what the bloody hell was that supposed to mean?

Was that...disappointment Sirius could hear in Remus's voice? There was no way he could actually want to act with Severus.

"I suppose we'd better get to bed." Sirius said dully.

No, he was NOT trying not to cry, thank you very much little – voice - inside - his - head - that - always - appeared – to – be – right – even - when – it - CLEARLY - was - not.

"Yeah." Remus echoed. "I suppose we had."

Neither of them made any attempt to move, and the terrible, heavy silence dragged forever on.

"Sirius..." Remus said quietly. "I...I'm glad it's you."

Sirius paused a moment to receive this information properly, before spinning around so sharply his robe swung out behind him.

But he turned to face an empty corridor.

AUTHOR'S NOTES

Wowness! I can't believe it! Last check, I had 33 reviews, I absolutely can not believe it! I have 56 reviews on a story on Fictionpress, and that's 21 chapters long, and been going for a few months; this has been going for a few weeks and already has 3 3 ! I am so ecstatically overwhelmed! But see, I told you, the more reviews, the quicker I update. No, seriously, because I was in this HUGE rut with this story, and I read through my reviews today, and I was like 'gee, I really have to update' so I sat down to write, and it all came out! Thankyou SO much!

See, I have this really bad habit of having ideas for stories, starting them, posting them, and then not finishing. I hate it, but more reviews = more ideas!

Sorry it's short though; I mustn't have had enough reviews! =D

Responses to reviews here, because I HAVE reviews to respond to! Yayness! Thanks again, and don't ask me where the idea for the chase in the hall came from. I have no idea.

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Hey! Now I know I've forgotten people, and I am SO sorry, but see, what happened was, I went to my Dad's, who will only let me into hotmail for like 5 seconds, so I read reviews, and deleted them 'cos I had no space in my account for anything else. So anyway, I then lost them, and now I"ve forgotten which ones I've done and which I haven't! Let's just leave it all at ; THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR REVIEWING, YOU REALLY MAKE MY DAY, AND IT REALLY DOES MAKE ME WRITE FASTER!!

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