Author's Note: So this is the epilogue bit. Snogging and all. Have fun, and review! Oh yes, the word 'cunthead' is not in my regular vocabulary. I took it from 'Fairy Boys' by Thieving Gypsy. Go read it.

Disclaimer: Characters ain't mine.

Remus bites his lip to keep his face from splitting in two from grinning. "Really?" He twists around to look at Sirius.

"Really really. I want to be there for you, Moony. To wipe away your tears—" he does so tenderly. "—To make you laugh, to hold you, just like this. And…" Sirius looks mischievous. "To kiss you." He holds Remus's chin and lifts it, kissing him gently. The werewolf twists back around lithely without breaking the kiss, and his hands spasm against Sirius's chest. The kiss ends as Sirius starts trailing others down to Remus's jaw and down his bared throat. The two boys tumble onto Remus's bed and the werewolf arches against Sirius's chest, making mewling noises as his new lover licks the spot on his neck where his pulse pounds away, then moves up to his ear, whispering things that make him blush and smother a laugh, then down again to his collarbone.

A very loud yawn behind them alerts the two to the presence of another waking being in the dormitory. Sirius scrambles off of Remus, and dives into his own cot just seconds before James stalks between the two beds. Remus, on his back, eyes closed, a blanket wrapped hastily around himself, can practically hear the smirk on his friend's face.

"You two are horrid actors."

Sirius, forgetting that he is asleep, sits up, offended. "I beg your pardon!" He presses a dramatic hand to his chest. "I happen to be a brilliant actor, the likes of which the wizarding world—no, the whole world! —has never seen!"

"And hopefully never will see." James mutters, making Remus giggle.

Sirius either doesn't hear or pretends not to. He continues, "Besides which, I have no idea what you're talking about." He gives Remus an imperceptible wink. "I was sleeping and so was Moony here. Right, Moonsie?"

Remus cringes at the nickname but nods fervently, looking up at James innocently. "Really really." Sirius coughs in surprise as his words are thrown back at him—or at least in his general direction.

James rolls his eyes. "Of course. Because Moony always goes to sleep without a shirt and in his school pants. And Pads always sleeps in all his school clothing. But what's this?" James bends forward to look at Sirius closer. "A missing button from your shirt? And puffy lips? I got you this time Padfoot!" He crows.

"First of all, Prongsie my dearest, the button popped when I got in a fight…yesterday. Can you see Moony being so vicious? Honestly. And my lips are puffy because I was snogging Evans. Mad, that one." Sirius watches with satisfaction as James starts to look angry. "Oh don't cry James—"

"I'm not crying!"

"—Whatever. I was actually kissing…Peter." The three boys freeze in horror. Even Sirius looks shocked. "Ew. Never mind. Okay, I've got it. I was snogging my pillow—wait for it, wait for it—so I could do this!" With this exclamation, he jumps from his bed to Remus's and kisses him rather soundly.

James makes a smug sound as the two boys pull apart. Remus is bright red. "You could have just said so. Without the pillow bit. Night." And he goes back to bed, whistling quietly.

Remus punches Sirius lightly on the arm and hisses, "You plank! What if someone else saw?"

Sirius shrugs. "Who cares? I don't. And you're just as plank as I am, sod."

"Git."

"Wanker."

"Woofter."

"Pouf."

"Cretin."

"Edgit."

"Smartarse."

"Cunthead."

Sirius falls off the bed. "Where'd you learn that word?!"

Remus looks at him serenely. "I think you called James that last year."

"Oh. Creative. Plank."

"You aren't allowed to repeat!"

"Bah. You lose."

"What??"

Sirius grins and waggles his eyebrows. "What's my prize?"

Remus heaves a long-suffering sigh and shows him.