Disclaimer: The characters and ideas used in this story all belong to the lovely J.K Rowling.

A/N: I hit a major roadblock in this fic. I couldn't decide what to do with it and now I'm giving it another shot. Thanks to all the reviewers! I realized that I made it out to be that Sirius was the only Black son but I just meant that Mrs. Black no longer considered Sirius as a son. Sorry about that! This fic isn't the most original of ideas. It's been done about a hundred times over. I've decided to shorten it up a bit and just make it a short, fluffy fic. As always, review and enjoy!

Chapter three: Mistakes

Remus' body was sitting in the Transfiguration classroom but his mind was nowhere to be found. It was a strange thing for Remus because the boy was studious and found great interest in the lessons. Sirius and James were the complete opposites. Remus often marveled how the two could get the top grades of the class without studying or paying the least bit of attention during lesson time.

Today, however, Remus had a few things he considered to be more important than lessons on his mind. In fact Remus had hardly been able to concentrate on anything besides Sirius since the two had shared a dance. Absentmindedly doodling on his parchment he did not notice his fellow marauders staring at him incredulously. McGonagall seemed to be unnoticing as it was always expected that Remus was paying attention and that was enough for him to take the class off.

Remus was pondering over a conversation he had overheard earlier that morning. He had been headed down to the common room to attempt some early morning revision when he'd heard Sirius' voice floating up over the stairs.

"Remus will come to me with his feelings."

Remus was thinking over these words with great consideration. Sirius had been right. He had not considered what it was to be a homosexual in society. He had been blind, concentrating only on Sirius and what was happening with him. Remus knew that due to his hatred of calling attention onto himself it would be difficult. There could also be many interferences. Remus was thinking of the Black family. Disowned or not, Mrs. Black would not appreciate her son dating him. Remus was aware that Sirius could care less about his family's opinion but he did not want to stir any more trouble with them that had already been caused.

Yet as he glanced over at his raven haired friend his heart constricted. Sirius was sitting in his chair with the usual tilt backwards that McGonagall told him off for every five minutes. He looked completely at ease, without a care in the world. His hair fell into his eyes in a graceful manor and he never bothered pushing it away. At the present moment he was staring out the window. Remus noticed several girls in their year gawking at Sirius. It was a daily thing particularly during History of Magic as Professor Binns never looked up from his notes long enough to notice.

Realizing that he was also gawking at Sirius like all of the girls he quicky turned his head away, embarrassed. James flashed him an enormous, very suggestive wink and snickered; He was soon shushing by Lily placing a hand over his mouth.

Upon looking at Sirius, Remus knew his mind was already made up. He was willing to risk his fear, just this once. The only question was how and when would he approach Sirius?

"Mr. Lupin! Please pay attention!"

Later:

Sirius was headed down to the potion's classroom where he was set to serve detention with the potions master, Professor Chara. He was slightly disgruntled at the woman as she had interrupted his attempt to pour salamander blood all over Snape. Not only would he have to spend hours scrubbing cauldrons, but he would have miss Remus' transformation.

As if echoing his thoughts, the greasy haired boy stepped out of the shadow to block his path. Snape had a look of mild triumph on his face which irritated every nerve in Sirius' body. Snape had probably come to taunt him about his impending detention.

"What do you want, Snivellus?" Sirius asked, aggressively. He was in no mood to put up with the Slytherin.

"I came to ask you a few questions, Black." Snape snarled, looking rather similar to a large greasy snake.

"Well you came at a wrong time." Sirius retorted. What on earth could Snape want to discuss with him?

"It's about the half blood."

"And why is anything Remus does your business?"

"I'm making it my business, Black." Snape said, his face illuminated by an eerie glow that made Sirius falters for a second. "I'm interested to know what secret the mangy mutt is keeping from the world."

Sirius felt himself pale but fought to keep his composure."What are you talking about?" He said a little too quickly for his own liking.

"I want to know. I'm very interested in him, if you get my meaning." Snape replied.

"No . . . I'm afraid I don't."

Sirius was really starting to feel nervous now. He did not appreciate the tone Snape's voice was taking on. It almost sounded...possessive.

"He's really very handsome for a mangy mutt." Snape leered. "Spending a night alone with him would be fabulous . . . "

"Well you'll never get to know, now will you?" Sirius snarled. He was barely restraining himself from hitting Snape, who was now looking very smug indeed. "If you want to know Remus' secrets, Snivellus, I suggest you press the knot on the back of the Whomping Willow. I dearly wish that you wouldn't come back alive. If you could do that for me."

Snape glared at Sirius but immediately ran past him. Sirius watched him go and felt the realization of what he just done seep through him. He remained rooted in his spot for a few minutes before he moved, walking at a very fast pace. His thoughts were solely on Remus. What had he done? What would happen to Remus if Snape got hurt? Breaking into a run, he made it out of the dungeons and collided with another body.

"Sirius?"

Sirius heard the familiar voice of James and felt relieved. He seized his friend roughly by the shoulders.

"Where's Remus?" He asked frantically.

"He's at the shack. Peter went down with him and I was just headed there. Lily needed some help with her astronomy homework. Why aren't you in detention?" James asked.

"James . . . I . . . I told Snape how to get in the shack . . . " Sirius breathed out.

"Sirius . . . "James said.

Wasting no more words, he took off leaving Sirius to think about the consequences of his actions.