Sunlight fell through a gap in the bed hangings the next morning, shining onto Moony's face. He woke up and felt Padfoot's arm still around his waist. He moved it away and started to get up. Padfoot opened one eye and looked at him.

'What are you doing?' he asked, sleepily.

'Going back to my bed before the other two wake up,' Moony replied, placing a kiss on Padfoot's forehead.

Moony had just reached the side of his bed when the hangings on Prong's bed flew open. He stared at Moony for a few seconds then said. 'What are you doing up so early?'

'Erm…' Moony faltered, he was nowhere near as good as Padfoot at making up excuses. 'Well it's a nice day, you know, I thought I'd go for a walk or something. Why are you up?'

'Quidditch practice,' Prongs said shortly, pulling his scarlet robes over his head. He rummaged around under his bed and finally found his Shooting Star. He said goodbye to Moony and went out

Walking across the grounds down to the Quidditch pitch, Prongs thought about his two best friends. They'd been acting weirdly ever since he'd walked in on them looking for a quill under Padfoot's bed. If that's what they'd been doing… They couldn't have been doing what he thought they were. No, of course not, they weren't like that…

As he reached the pitch he saw his two fellow Chasers, Sally and Liz, and the Seeker, Jenny, already flying around playing with the Quaffle.

'Come on down, all of you,' cried the captain, Beater Edward Davies.

The three girls landed beside Prongs. He saw Sally looking at him and when he glanced at her she turned red, giggled and looked away. The other two team members, Beater Lewis and Keeper Jack turned up together after a few minutes and once Edward had told them what they were going to do, they set off. Liz threw the Quaffle to Prongs who passed it to Sally, who missed.

'Sally, what are you doing?' Edward shouted.

'Sorry,' she called back. 'I wasn't concentrating properly.' She threw the Quaffle at Prongs who caught it and raced towards the goal hoops. He flew to the left, dodged Jack, and scored in the centre hoop.

'Excellent goal, James,' said Edward happily. 'Let's try that again, but we'll have you on one team with Sally and, er, Jenny, do you mind playing Chaser with Liz?'

They played like this for half an hour. Prongs scored twice more, even with Sally playing so badly. She seemed very preoccupied with something. Soon, yellow figures staring appearing on the pitch below them and Edward called for end of practice. It was Hufflepuff's turn now.

Prongs landed, shouldered his Shooting Star and headed off for the castle. Sally caught up with him and staring walking beside him.

'Hi James,' she said.

'Hi.'

'I was wondering, you know, there's a Hogsmede weekend coming up and…' she went red, 'well, I was wondering if you wanted to go with me?'

'Oh sorry,' he said, realising suddenly why she'd been acting weirdly. But then, he was used to girls crushing on him. 'I'm going with some friends. Sorry about that.'

'Oh,' she looked a bit disappointed, but then said, 'My friend Anita was wondering, does Sirius Black have a girlfriend?'

'No, but I don't think he's really interested in girls.'

'Oh, so he's like… you know… he's into boys then?'

'Oh god no!' Prongs laughed. 'He's definitely not gay. No, with the exams coming up and everything he's not really got time for girls, you know?'

'Oh, ok.' At this point they reached the Great Hall. Sally went inside, and Prongs made his way up the marble staircase, thinking about what he'd just said. Padfoot had never been really interested in girls. He often talked about girls that were pretty, joining in with what the others said but… he'd never had a girlfriend. He thought again about Padfoot and Moony on the floor yesterday. They couldn't have been, could they?