Hi there! Ok, I'm v. v. sorry for not updating sooner…but I had very awful writers block…you know what, next time, I think I'll just make a list of excuses and you can pick one.

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Captain Oz: Well, here's the update. And much, much weirdness. And something in the last chapter has to do with the overshadowing. (Evil grin) I think you're going to like/hate this chapter, it did that to me.

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Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me but Sirius. No, siriusly. Ok, I'm sorry, I really wanted to put that in, but siriusly…seriously, nothing belongs to me.

Remus took a moment to register what was going on, and even then, his brain still had trouble believing what was happening.

Sirius was kissing—him! Kissing him! (Or covering his mouth, same difference.)

In the background (you know, behind the fireworks and little violins and things) he could vaguely hear James prowling the room in search of Sirius.

Remus found his hands moving of their own accord. They were tangling in Sirius' hair, and the raven-haired boy was leaning in closer, and closer… They didn't even notice James leaving the room.

Remus let go of the hands he was holding captive under his own, and his breathing grew heavier as did Sirius'. The two were enraptured with each other, and soon everything was blocked out save them.

"Remus?"

The two leapt apart from each other as though they'd been scalded, and Sirius ran hand through his hair, gazing at Remus earnestly.

"Gods…" he whispered.

Remus, too shaken up to do more than breath, started again as the voice interrupted them.

"Remus? Are you in there?"

"Evans." Remus said suddenly. "I mean, Lily. It sounds like her." When Sirius didn't say anything, still shaking his head, Remus carefully opened the trunk, just enough to be able to climb out without letting anyone else see inside. He shut it, and turned around.

"Right, now—IN MERLIN'S NAME!" Remus placed a hand over his heart as it started up quickly, and another over his face.

"Lily?" he said finally, and looked at what had caused him a near heart attack.

Lily Evans was perched on one of the beds in the dorms, Peter's. But she didn't look like a normal girl. Rather, she was small, and green, and only recognizable by her voice and the locks of red hair curling about her face. Lilly Evans—was a frog.

"Lily? Did Sirius do this to you?" Remus said softly, as he saw tears gathering in her (bulbous) eyes.

"I'll kill him! I swear I will!" she sobbed. "But oh, Remus, what am I supposed to do to get out of this form? I don't like Potter! I never ever did!"

Remus sighed and rubbed at his temples. Wonderful kisser that Sirius could be, he did make a little too much trouble. "Lily, I've seen this curs before. In fact, I sort of—taught it to Sirius. There's no other way! So you and James have to spend time together until both of you like each other, or wait until the spell wears off."

Lily instantly perked up. "It wears off? In how long?"

"Seven years." Remus smiled softly. "So it's not an option. But come on, Lily, it can't be that bad. Why is it that you hate Padfoot so much? He can be a bit of a narcissistic prat at times, but he's really a good guy."

Lily looked like she was trying her hardest not to break out into tears. "Remus—you wouldn't understand!"

The brown-haired boy shrugged and kneeled next to the bed. He picked her up and set her lightly down on the trunk at the foot of the bed. "Even if I don't, it'll be best for you to let it be known."

Lily closed her eyes, and Remus took this time to wipe his hand frantically on the sheets. When Lily opened her eyes, he was as calm as ever.

"James isn't all that bad." She admitted. "In fact, he's one of the nicest boys I've ever known, once you get past how he treats Severus and Jackson. I know they're Slytherins, and I really don't mind about Jackson, but Severus—he's just a little misguided, you know?"

"So what's so hard about liking James?" Remus offered.

"But that's the thing!" Lily's voice resonated anguish. "I do like James, even though I told myself I wouldn't! And oh, if he found out—!"

Remus was in shock for maybe all of three minutes before he shook himself and gave the Lily-Frog an awkward pat. "There, there, Lily. James wouldn't do much, besides snog you out of your senses. So come on, I'll take you to him. He's sulking in the kitchens."

"Oh, thank you so much, Remus!" Lily cried.

Remus felt a pang of guilt. He had only offered to take Lily down because he wasn't sure how Sirius was reacting to the kiss. The werewolf growled inwardly. Why did they have to get drunk?

"Remus?" He looked down and saw Lily looking at him curiously, so he offered her a smile, picked her up, and walked out of the room. The trip to the kitchens was mostly uneventful, as no one thought it weird that a student was carrying a frog.

That is, until Jackson came walking around the corner, his head held high and steam practically streaming from his nostrils. Behind him, Rock was trailing along, obviously more interested in something he'd found in his ear than what his boss was doing.

"Lupin." Jackson said, upon seeing them. He eyed the Lily-Frog carefully. "Is this Evans? I heard about what Black did to her. Marvelous trick for such an air headed pillock."

Remus snorted lightly. Sirius was anything but air headed. It was awful in the way that he abused his wit, but he was intelligent nonetheless.

"Nice to see someone's pricked your head to let the air out. Hopefully, some of your ego went with it too." He said quietly.

Jackson's face turned a brilliant shade of red, and now Remus could actually see the steam coming from his nostrils. He supposed it was because of the cold, but had his suspicions that it was a side effect of the earlier spell.

"You shouldn't talk about me like that." Jackson warned, and snapped his fingers. Rock flicked whatever it was he'd just discovered in his nose and that he was comparing to his ear's findings to snarl menacingly. While Lily cowered, Remus didn't even flinch.

"Jackson, you pompous arse, move. I have to go somewhere, and you're really not helping the situation. In a few moments, everyone is going to flood out from the Great Hall and their classes, and I'd rather you'd not be embarrassed so soon after the last incident."

"ROCK!" Jackson roared. The great hulking mammoth let out a mighty bellow and ran forward.

"1…2…3…" Remus counted under his breath. Then: "Four!" He moved aside and Rock went stumbling past him. Remus removed his wand from his robes and shook his head.

"Honestly, Solid, have you forgotten that you're a wizard? They're called wands, mate, you might want to use yours."

Rock nodded dumbly, before Jackson shot him a look. Rock whipped out his wand and once more charged, although this time he was readying himself for a curse—which never happened, because at that moment, Remus cried something out.

"Eridai Mestinculus!" Rock stopped suddenly, as his hands began to shrink. His feet followed them shortly after, and soon, his whole body had shrunken. But then his nose became pointier; his two front teeth grew larger, and he let out a frightened squeak.

Rock Solid was a mouse!

Around the same time, the doors to the Great Hall must have burst open, because a horde of students were clapping. Neither Remus nor Jackson had noticed their entrance, and while Remus let a soft smile creep over his face, Jackson sneered.

"Jellaim Incradatta!" Remus quickly leapt out of the way, but a student behind him wasn't so luck. Everyone watched as the poor child (he looked like s third year) stiffened, then twitched. His whole body suddenly stretched, and turned a bright, translucent pink. He looked like he was made of Jell-O.

Remus stifled a laugh. Now as not the time. It struck him as odd that he was so cheerful at the moment, but he shrugged it off as an after-effect of the kiss.

"Eraltum Etedum!" Jackson managed to launch a Protego charm, sending the spell towards (who else?) Peter Pettigrew. The boy's limbs seemed to cave in, and he collapsed in a puddle on the floor. "Damn." Remus swore quietly.

But Jackson was already launching more and more curses, as Remus scrambled to his feet and tried his best to escape and hang onto Lily at the same time. He always aimed directly for Jackson, but at every spell, something happened to send the curse awry.

"WHY WON'T YOU DIE!" He roared finally, upset to the point where many people shied away from him. No one would have had a problem believing anyone if they'd said at that moment that Remus was a werewolf.

Jackson had momentarily lost all power of speech, and Remus took the opportunity to cast a Tarantellegra curse on him. As Jackson danced on, Remus stupefied him and sighed.

"My God, some people never learn." The halls erupted into maddening applause, and as Remus pushed his way through the crowd, many people congratulated him on his superb hexes and for putting "That prat Jackson" down. Remus smiled good-naturedly and tried to head off to the kitchens, but he was already tickling the fruit bowl before he was alone.

""Geez, Remus, that was bloody brilliant!" Lily was beaming up at him, as best as she could in her frog form. Remus smiled back as they stepped through.

"No problem, Lily, but it wasn't all that big of a deal. He needed something to go through his thick skull."

"Rem?" James was sitting at a small table the house-elves must have conjured up, and his eyes were slightly glazed over. There was a plate of uneaten food in front of him, as well as a goblet of pumpkin juice.

"Hey there, Prongs." Remus greeted him. "I have someone here you might want to see, ok?"

James looked down to where Remus was looking, and his eyes instantly cleared. "Evans." He began fingering his hair nervously, as Remus walked over and placed the frog in his hands.

"She has a few things to tell you, mate." He winked at the both of them and backed slowly out of the room, feeling as though he didn't think he could stomach watching his best friend sucking face with a frog.

Remus was hard-pressed to sneak back into the common room, as it seemed everyone had heard about his escapade. He was a hero in their eyes, especially since some Ravenclaw had gotten wind of Jackson's condition from the nurse. She said he wasn't getting out anytime soon, not with the force of the curse, and even when he did he'd be muddled for a while.

After many more slaps on the back and words of congratulations, Remus trudged up the stairs to his dormitory and collapsed on the bed upon entering. He offered only a glance at the door and a flick of his wand before it was repaired, but then he shut his eyes and proceeded to fall asleep.

That is, until something tickled his nose. He blew on it, but the tickling became more insistent. Annoyed, Remus opened his eyes and glared in his I'm-A-Werewolf-So-Don't-Think-I-Can't-Kill-You way.

Sirius stared back at him, and blinked. "Remus, we need to talk."

The brown-haired boy mentally berated himself. He'd almost forgotten about the kiss! He pushed himself up and sat cross-legged on the bed.

"Yeah? What's up, Padfoot?"

Sirius Black never liked to show his emotions. But here, the confusion was evident on his face as he sat down and looked into his lap.

"Rem," he said abruptly. "I don't want to lead you wrong, so I'm telling you now. That kiss meant nothing to me, it was just—a heat of the moment thing, you know?"

Remus let out a little bewildered laugh, but when he saw how stoic Sirius looked, he masked his true feelings and nodded solemnly. "Of course. I didn't think anything of it, anyway. I'm sleepy now, g'night Padders."

Without another word, he lay down, flipped over, and closed his eyes. He waited until after Sirius had left to let himself cry.