Author's Note: Nothing good is mine. If you're going to sue, go after J.K. Rowling. I'm sure that'll go over real well…
Had his thoughts not been centered on his own stiffness, Sirius might have noticed his partner's. Remus was reacting similarly, but had managed to keep his wits about him. Trembling, one hand gently brushing a stray lock of silken tresses from Sirius' handsome face, other hand dipping considerably lower, his lips found his companion's. Remus allowed his tongue to journey, meeting Sirius' as his fingers worked furiously. His comrade was now leaning passionately into the embrace. A soft moan escaped Remus as Sirius emitted a low growl.
As you may have already guessed, this is very difficult to pull off with two people sharing a single cloak. The two lost their balance and tumbled onto the wet grounds beyond their tree.
Thankfully, James was much smarter than he appeared. (Maybe it was the glasses?) Whatever it was, he was able to prepare potions adequately-for the most part anyway. A love potion could prove difficult. If it went wrong, his friends could sprout bizarre mutations. Basically, he couldn't lose. It might actually be more fun if something unpredictable occurred.
Gathering the ingredients for the concoction-I won't go into details. Some of these things are nastier than what James had had for breakfast.-he imagined numerous possibilities. All of them were in his favor. So the ultimate revenge began to brew.
Too bad things don't always work the way that they're intended.