A/N: REALLYREALLY sorry about the lack of updating; school just started and I'm getting freshman-it is (swelling of the homework). I just posted this to let you know that I'm alive, and as all the excitement dies down then I'll be able to give you more.

DISCLAIMER: -yells at J.K. Rowling- You have a girlfriend, you have a ring, I have NAHTHING! Where is Leah's whore?

….I mean, book?

…..Ah, well, er, yeah. HPnotmine. And for that matter, I don't own Fez and his lovely quotes either.

TA-TUM! I give you Chapter 5: Rain, Wood, and Baby Powder.

"Yeah, the little bugger hexed us! So now we're pink for who knows how long," Sirius shrugged to his fellow Gryffindors, amazingly pushing the words around several huge bites of potato. The story seemed to go over surprisingly well with everyone; the Marauders were surprised but pleased. They didn't want to talk about it too long, though, so predictably James had turned the conversation over to Quidditch.

Suddenly, the Headmaster stood up, and silence smothered the Great Hall. His eyes twinkled (damn his sparklyness! Sirius thought to himself) as he articulated: "Will Remus Lupin, James Potter, Peter Pettigrew, and Sirius Black kindly join me in my office?"

A conspiratorial "ooooooooooooooh!" would have echoed through the room, but not even the Slytherins wanted to challenge Prof. McGonagall's stifling glare. The four boys shrugged at each other, all thinking, "we've gotten out of worse before," and filed out of the Great Hall behind Albus Dumbledore.

After a long and curious trek, they arrived at the gargoyles perched at the entrance to the Headmaster's office. The esteemed man turned around to face the boys and said, "Mr. Potter and Mr. Black, would you please wait out here; I need to talk to Mr. Pettigrew and Mr. Lupin separately." Remus blanched a bit, but everyone complied and soon James and Sirius were standing in the deserted hall.

As always, they launched into a debate about the Quidditch teams at Hogwarts, but Sirius noticed that James was looking at him really strangely. His eyes had kind of glazed over, and he didn't seem to care what Jeremiah Junemare's weak points were. Finally, the black-haired boy gave up and asked, exasperated, "Prongs, you haven't been listening to anything I said! And you're looking at me way weird! What's wrong with you?"

James stared intently into Sirius's eyes, and slowly and deliberately said, "I just realized something, Sirius."

Now he was really starting to worry. "What is it, mate?"

Sirius had to give his friend credit. His voice didn't falter the slightest bit when he whispered, "I love you, Padfoot."

The bespectacled Gryffindor leaned into Sirius, their faces so close that he could feel James's hot breath skim the surface of his skin. It smells just like I always thought it would, Sirius noted. Like rain and baby powder and wood… Just then, he wondered if it would taste how it smelled. So, without thinking, without even noticing that he was in his own body, he opened his mouth and reached into Potter's with his tongue, running it over the smooth surface of his friend's teeth. James brought his hand up to Sirius's ebony hair, and moaned softly into his lips, "Sirius…"

Sirius shot up in his bed, panting hard (from fear, he assured himself, from fear) and, to his distress, saw that something else had 'shot up' and was now quite hard. ShitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitSHIT!