Author's Note: Holy Moses! Long time, no see, everybody! I think I've grown a beard! (This is really scary, considering I'm a girl.) I am so sorry. As every student knows, if the finals don't kill you, your mom will when she sees the grades. I'm just kidding. I'm glad to announce- as if anybody cares :P -that I did surprisingly well and ended up with honors. Oh yeah. I almost forgot: NOT MINE.

Sirius and Remus, completely drenched, chests heaving, plopped down on the bench beside Peter in the Great Hall. Peter was currently devouring a leg of chicken with almost indecent gusto. He looked up at his friends curiously.

His wide eyes took in the sodden clothes and hair, grass stains, rapid breathing, and the edginess that accompanied them. He was just beginning to query as to what had just happened and whether it was legal, when Sirius shoved yet another piece of chicken into the unexpecting jaws.

"Where's Jamiekins?" Sirius asked suspiciously. Remus turned, searching for James and braced for trouble.

"Imfno." Peter answered around a mouthful of food. He was spared further interrogation by the arrival of the final Marauder.

James sauntered into the Great Hall, attempting to look carefree. Sirius and Remus were far too shaken about what had just occurred to notice how badly James was failing at his easy manner. Peter was too busy eating to notice anything else. Could you blame him? Those house elves knew what they weredoing!

Anyway, the three tardy Marauders stared into their plates devoid of their usual enthusiasm. This was too much for Peter. Whatever had happened, something told him that this was bad. He hadn't thought that they could still be fighting from this morning.

Sirius, green faced, leapt from his seat as if he had been burned.

"I-er-have to use the facilities." He rushed from the Great Hall.

"Me too." Remus tore after Sirius. Brilliant, Remus. Oh so eloquent an excuse. Nobody's dull enough to believe that. Oh well… He had more pressing matters at the moment.

This was just too perfect. James snatched their goblets and emptied the vials of potion into them.

Let the fun begin.

Remus found Sirius in the men's room on the second floor. It was never used and made the perfect hideaway- besides the Shrieking Shack, of course. Remus took a tentative step toward the hunched figure.

After what just happened, would it be right to put my arm around him? He blushed, realizing how much he really wanted to. Before he could decide what action to take, Sirius spoke.

"Moony…I'm…I'm all right. I'm just used to snogging, well…girls." He sputtered, eyes downcast. Remus' heart plummeted. It didn't mean anything?

"You're a hell of a kisser though." He added, smirking through his flush. The old Sirius was coming back.

Remus didn't know what to say. He nodded, gulping dryly, and tried to return the smile, but all he could manage was a sort of painful grimace.

Sirius stepped forward, straightening andoffering his arm. With a playful grin, he asked "Shall we go?"

"Let's." Remus answered, accepting Sirius arm into his own. He shivered, though they had done this so many times before.

"Really. We'd better hurry before Pete and Jamie get all the food."

"Those poor house elves." Remus sighed jokingly.

So they went, arm in arm.

James couldn't believe his luck. Sirius and Remus weren't even in the room and Pete was still ripping into his meal. James didn't even spare a thoughtto the real reason as to why his friends had retreated so hastily.

He was just about to finally tuck in, when- as he later recalled to a gagging Sirius- "a voice more beautiful than a choir of angels" sounded behind him.

"Potter? Er-Pettigrew?"

"Evans?"

"Riwree?"

"Is this seat taken?" She inquired, gesturing to the general area opposite Peter and James.

"N-no. Actually it's not." James answered quickly and without thinking.

The red head settled herself gracefully as James attempted valiantly not to gawk. Peter snorted into his napkin, but hid it in a coughing fit. It didn't fool anyone, least of all James. He swung around to give Peter a well-deserved smack to the noggin, when his furiously quivering arm knocked over his goblet. Lily was looking anywhere but across from her, for which James was very grateful.

"Scourgify." He whispered promptly. Not wanting to call unwanted attention to his blunder, James seized the goblet nearest him that wasn't in use.

"Cheers." Lily smiled, raising her drink.

"Cheers." James echoed. They drained the contents of the vessels. A brief sense of bliss came over James. What just happened?

Lily was regarding him strangely. James shifted uneasily. Then he heard the words that he never thought that he would hear from Lily Evans, although he fervently wished that he would.

"I love you James Potter."

Angel music had nothing on this.

Another Note from Me: Longest chapter yet! Of course, it also took me longer. It doesn't matter so long as you guys like it! Much love!