Disclaimer: I don't own anyone or anything, so just know I'm not claiming them...

A/n: Matters how you look at it, but if you want to consider it as that, there is mild slahyness in this chapter. Review:

Stacy-comedy- Oh, lucky you. XD No, he's singing a song from Phantom of the Opera, obviously all in italics. He had too much sugar...obviously. I just like to think the effects were a bit exaggerated on him. And the Peter thing was kind of me...what's the word...rambling? I guess. I shouldn't of made Remus look at Sirius saying that. They were just thinking whether or not they should wake him up. Sorry, I noticed that that chapter was badly written.

lightdragon1987-Glad you liked it!

Lobo Diablo- Hm, imagine James and Sirius singing opera together?

Nightelf- Definitely. I was tired of making him so serious.

tree1- Yes, I noticed the first chapter was a bit confusing.

Red-head attack- Yeah, I was playing that song on the piano, and just ended up choosing it for him to sing, or it would've been "Summer Nights"...not saying I won't have him sing that ;)

0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0

Remus could still feel the bubbly feeling in his stomach from cracking up at Sirius the recent night when he awoke.

He really wasn't the troubled, bookworm, extremely grave boy everyone saw him as. He enjoyed a stupid moment just as much as anyone else.

His eyes were still closed, and he still felt heavy in the limbs.

Stretch, you lazy bum. Remus reached his leg out to the side, gliding over a...hairy leg?

"WHA?" His tired eyes jolted open, looking into the face of a smiling Sirius.

"Moony!" Sirius had the most galvanic look on his face, along with brainlessness.

"WHAT ARE YOU...?" Remus scrambled out of his bed, catching the sheets along the way, so that when he landed on the ground, his leg was held up like a sling.

Sirius rolled over, so that his chin was resting on the edge of the bed. He still had a blank smile on. Remus gawked at him, not even bothering to go into a more comfortable position.

"You want to know what I was thinking last night, Moony?"

"You were thinking?"

"Yes, I was thinking about my voice."

"What about your voice?"

Sirius turned his head to look at the Remus, his ebony hair falling gracefully in front of his eyes.

"I was thinking 'Sirius, you bloody handsome brute, you have some kind of voice'."

"And that kind of voice was maybe in a different category, other than beautiful, perhaps?"

"No, silly!"

A grunt was heard from James' bed, and the hangings were thinly parted, revealing a disgruntled head and neck of James. He blinked muddily a few times, gazing at Sirius(whom looked like a blob, due to James being without his glasses), and then lifted his head a bit more, slowly, looking at Remus.

"Sweet mother of Merlin, what are you two doing?" James questioned, goggling. Sirius swung his legs up and down, giggling.

"No! Argh..." Remus struggled his leg out of the sheet loop hastily, turning pink. Sirius looked at him amusingly, linking his fingers, and setting his chin on their surface primly.

"Hold on, let me get my glasses." James disappeared back into the curtains, giving a sudden cry of anguish. "WHAT THE BLOODY HELL?"

Sirius chuckled, and looked as though he was thoroughly enjoying himself.

"What...did...you...do...to...Prongs?" Remus mumbled through his fingers, which were covering his mouth in fret.

James tumbled out through the curtains, and stormed over to Sirius, propping his leg up on the bed.

"Yes, Jameskin?"

"My legs."

"Yes, those are your legs, aren't they?"

"Look...at...my...legs."

Sirius grinned blankly at James. Remus felt his stomach bubble again, and chortled.

"They're shaved."

"With Lily's raspberry shaving gel..."

Delight flashed over James' face, but he covered it with intentness. He tapped his fingers impatiently on his smooth, shiny legs.

"How exactly did you manage to get Lily's shaving gel?"

"From the showers of course."

"And how did you get her exact shaving gel?"

"Well, she was the one taking shower." Sirius finished off in a matter-of-fact way. Remus fell to the ground from intensive laughter, to much of Sirius' bliss. James' head looked like a transparent volcano, the color rushing up, and finally erupting.

"YOU WALKED IN ON LILY WHILE SHE WAS TAKING A SHOWER?"

Sirius waggled his eyebrows.

"So?"

Remus started to gag from his eternal cackling.

James balled his fist, and turned away fleetly, storming into the bathroom. He slammed the door roughly.

Remus gasped for air like a fish, grabbing the brim of the bed for support. His

mellow eyes were teary, and he was flushed.

"Wooh...wow...that was good..."

Sirius gazed at Remus thoughtfully.

"What...why are you...looking at me...like...that...?" Remus struggled out breathlessly.

A smirk rounded on Sirius' lips.

"Why...are...you...smirking?" Remus inched away, laughing nervously.

Sirius squirmed so he was centimeters away from Remus.

"Sir...Sirius?"

Ah, their fate. Before Remus could blink, Sirius tumbled down, and was embracing him in the most uncomfortable(or wanted for that matter...at the moment at least) hug.

"Sirius! NO! No, no, no! Geroff! No, bad! Bad boy!" Remus scolded Sirius with difficulty, being crushed under the tremendous weight, well, tremendous to Remus that is.

James peered his head out of the bathroom door, giving Remus a raspberry, then locking himself back in.

"Very funny, Prongs! Now HELP!" Remus kicked the floor repeatedly, and twisted around in Sirius' arms.

"Remmy-poo!"

"NOOO!"

The door of the dormitory burst open, and a frazzled looking Lily stood in the midst of it.

"Lily?"

"LILY!"

James once again poked his head out the door, his mouth foaming with toothpaste. "Lily-flower?"

Lily stomped up to James furiously, surpassing Remus and Sirius without a second glance.

"Control him." Lily growled, pointing shrilly to the beaming Sirius. With that, she treaded back out, stopping before shutting the door. She nodded toward Remus and Sirius.

"Oh, I suggest that you lock the door next time." Then gave a door a final, angry slam.

James turned his head sinisterly, clenching his teeth, the foam dripping like a rabid dog. He stared directly at Sirius, who gave a cheery thumbs-up in return.

"I think that went well. Don't you?" Sirius asked for Remus' opinion.

"You bloody little prat." James dove right for Sirius, and started to wrestle with him immediately. Remus managed to wriggle out from under them, heaving quite heavily.

"Jamesy, are you mad that I saw your precious Lily-flower that glistens under the silver light of the moon, who's hair cascades down her back like a waterfall of autumn leaves on a crisp fall morning, who's eyes have the resemblance..."

"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU, PADFOOT, YOU SLIMY LITTLE-"

"...And has the laugh of the wind at night that tickles your hair, and gives you those chills that seem to comfort, who smells of roses decorated with sparkling dew from the peak of the morning, that..."

"I AM GOING TO SHRED YOU INTO CENTIMETER THICK STRIPS, AND COOK YOU ON A SMOKER FOR SIXTEEN HOURS STRAIGHT-"

"...lips like a calf's muzzle, in the nude before you?"

Sirius, now in a headlock, finished off promptly, joy still on his face. Remus tiptoed out of the room, flattening himself against the wall, and shutting the door softly with his foot. He was not looking forward to another suffocating hug by Sirius.

"I don't think Sirius stayed under those pillows the whole night..." he whispered to himself.

A yell was heard, and Sirius came slipping out of the door, panting. Remus stumbled backwards, and coward in a corner as Sirius advanced on him.

"Okay, as I was saying, I noticed what a great voice I had, and-" Sirius started to chatter wildly, not even taking a moment to explain what had just happened.

"Sirius?"

"What?"

"Are you...okay? What did you do to James?"

"WELL, of course, I'm fine! And I just gave Jamesy a larger chest, that's all. Let me get on with my idea."

"Idea?"

"Yes. Don't you play that odd, little piano-y thingy?"

"Well, I used to. With my mum being a muggle and all, she had taught me the notes and...wait. Why do you want to know if I can play the piano?"

"We can call ourselves the Snozzberry Muffins. We'll have to take you away from the piano, and put you on the drums...Wormy can have the keyboard, and Prongs and I on the guitars, being the lead singers, of course. No offense to you."

"Wha..what? Are you suggesting we have a band? That I teach you guys all these notes, and we perform for the school or something? Snozzberry Muffins?"

"Well, we would start out with performing for Gryffindor, then maybe have holiday concerts in the Great Hall..."

"But...Snozzberry Muffins?"

"Well, what do you think we would be called? The...the...blueberry muffins, or some nonsense like that?"

"Pad...padfoot..." Remus thwacked Sirius in the back of the head. "You are on sugar. You don't know what you're saying."

Sirius stared in query at Remus, then turned away, and walked back into the dormitory.

Remus exhaled loudly, and followed after him.

"Better fix Prongs'...er...upper-body..." Remus mumbled, closing the door after him.

"Snozzberry muffins, it's perfect! Isn't it?"

"Padfoot, you've already given me...this. I'm not agreeing to a band right now."

"It's a great idea!"

"Lads...um, maybe we should go over this after we fix Prongs?"

"...You can't go wrong with Snozzberry muffins though!"

"Remember the Gryffindor Bakery idea?"

"So what if we accidentally made demonic cinnamon rolls? The muffins were still good."

"Actually, the whole idea was just for Padfoot's muffin cravings..."

"Mmm...but Snozzberry Muffins! You just can't go wrong!"

"PADFOOT!"

0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0

A/n: Sorry, I was having internet problems. -stabs computer-

Well, I got a bit carried away in this chapter. Sorry if the last dialogue part is confusing.

Well, I want opinions! Say in your review whether or not they should name their future band the Snozzberry Muffins, copyright of Willy Wonka, or your own idea!