Disclaimer : Not mine. sigh J.K. Rowling Mocks me.

Author's Notes : I'm trying to update as soon as possible (meaning when I'm not looking at Snape fan-art and on Deviantart). Okay.. lets see, some links that are me - and

I'm sad to report that this fic will end soon (Not in this chapter! STILL MORE CHAPTERS TO COME!) but it will. And I loved writing it. My new fic will be called 'Chemical Romances' and it will probably be a trilogy. If you hated this to end (like I will when that time comes) You might get a sequel on me in some time. I DO NOT KNOW! The end hasn't come yet, so no need to panic. (yet)

Oh, one more thing - I cannot stress this enough - YOU HAD BETTER HAD VOTED IF YOU ARE 18. I PROMISE YOU THAT IF YOU TELL ME YOU ARE THE AGE AT WHICH YOU CAN VOTE AND YOU DIDN'T I WILL NEVER WRITE ANOTHER CHAPTER OF THIS FIC! EVER! SO YOU HAD BETTER HAD VOTED!

How can Remus eat his pancakes when Sirius keeps dipping his finger in the jelly and licking it off? How can Remus watch Sirius get jelly all over his face and not want to lick it off? And Remus usually had a lot of willpower. But apparently Sirius was working on changing that.

"So, Remus.. not hungry? Can I have your pancakes then?" Frank Longbottem asked. Remus shrugged, "Sure" and passed his plate to Frank. He couldn't eat while watching Sirius eat. Not anymore. Sirius shoved another finger of grape jelly into his mouth, getting it all over his chin. And Remus could not stand it anymore. He growled and picked up a napkin, handing it to Sirius. "Your chin..your face is covered with jelly" Remus told Sirius politely through gritted teeth.

Sirius smiled and shrugged, whipping his face sloppily and getting most of it off of the napkin and onto the table in no time.

After a few more minutes of Breakfast like this Remus stood, not being able look calm anymore he stood, taking a last sip of his orange juice. Sirius stood too, smiling at Remus with a wicked grin in his eyes. Remus knew something was up.

Sirius, without a word, shoved his hand into Remus' and tugged him over to Peter and James, talking loudly about Quidditch. Sirius was ignoring Remus' "What the-"'s and "Let me go"'s. Peter looked up from arguing with James and rose a brow at Sirius. They already had most of the Gryffindor tables' attention from the loud talking. Voicing every word into everyone's ears.

"What're you two doing, holding hands like that?" Peter asked, also loudly. Whatever had fueled James' temper, Peter knew what he'd done to Sirius and this was putting sticks in the fire.

Though, instead of getting angry, as Remus was doing, Sirius said (without missing a beat) "Imitating you and your boyfriend." And everyone heard.

Sirius only smiled though, winked at Remus, let the soft hand he was holding go and skipped out of the great hall. Peter, however, had a different reaction to the words. His mouth dropped and his eyes grew as wide as saucepans. "I don't have a boyfriend" he repeated over and over again. Remus thought he'd wet himself.

Remus gave one last look around at the scene (which had turned into Laughing and staring and pointing and 'fucking queer' all over again) before spinning around and running after Sirius.

The great hall doors were thrown open and there was Sirius, leaning up against the wall and picking at something under his fingernail. "Oh, hello Moony old chum" he said, looking up and flashing a smile. "Fighting fire with fun?" Remus asked Sirius, moving to lean beside him. Sirius nodded gleefully.

"Hey, um.." Sirius stopped looking calm and started wringing his hands. "Er.. we have some time left before class.. And I was hoping we'd read Emily Dickinson SOME time..I know I was probably a little out of it asking for a bedtime story but.. if you have the book you could read me something now?"

Oh.

No Bedtime story for Remus. (Author's Notes : PG-13 rating people!)

Remus shrugged, "Sure" and with that he fished out a small yellow book. On the back were the words 'Solitary. Universal.'

Remus flipped through the pages before shrugging and reading - "I never hear the word 'escape' without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, a flying attitude,

I never hear of prisons broad by soldiers battered down, but I tug childish at my bars, - only to fail again!" (Author's Notes - Hmm.. I wounder what the future Sirius was thinking while he was in Azkaban..)

Sirius made a face at the poem. "Oy, he's as bad as that Raven dude." "Poe?" Sirius nodded.

Remus shrugged. Sirius was never the poet. And that was ex- "But that was nice. I should check that non-rhyming poetry thing out."
Not expected to say the least.

What was the key to a perfect relationship? Sirius wondered. He was certainly shocking Remus enough. Though he was still being..somewhat.. himself. Sirius certainly didn't know what to do next, but he was starting to like Remus more and more.

Control was starting to become Out of Reach.