A/N: Hello, everyone! Terribly sorry I haven't updated anything in so long, but I've been somewhat distracted…not to mention the fact that I just didn't feel like writing anything. Anyway, I'm feeling inspired right now (and considering the fact that I'm supposed to be doing homework, that's not really a good thing), so here's my latest attempt at Remus/Sirius slash. If you don't like it, too bad. If you, for some insane reason think that Remus and Tonks should be together, I have to say that you have lost your mind and I will be glad to prey for your sanity.

Oh, and I'm not JKR (if I were, Sirius would still be around, and Remus wouldn't be caught dead holding Tonks' hand.). So no, I don't own anything.

Chapter One

The Big Announcement

Sirius groaned in frustration as he was abruptly pulled from his truly wonderful dream by a thoroughly over-excited idiot who happened to be his best friend. "Prongs, how the fucking hell can you be so- so bloody cheerful at this unholy hour? And why did you have to sit on me, you stupid git?"

James, however, wasn't deterred by his friend's less-than-enthusiastic attitude. Rather, he continued his usual morning routine, bounding around the sunlight-brightened dormitory with a level of energy that the other Marauders swore was unnatural. "Sirius, this is not an 'unholy' hour, it's nearly eight – breakfast will be over in twenty minutes. And as for sitting on you, well, how else was I supposed to wake you up? You sleep like a bloody rock mate."

"Remus never has any trouble getting me up," Sirius pointed out, as he pulled on his robes, having decided that it wouldn't do to piss McGonagall off by showing up late for Transfiguration for the third week in a row. Thinking of Remus reminded him of the dream he'd been robbed of, and he realized that he still had a certain problem that needed to be fixed. Unfortunately, there wasn't enough time for a shower, so Sirius would just have to hope that his robes covered him properly. He'd just get Remus to help him take care of it after class…

James once again interrupted Sirius' thoughts of his decidedly sexy boyfriend, saying, "Yeah, well, I'm not about to do whatever it is Moony does to get you 'up'."

"Are you sure, Jamie?" Sirius said in a falsely high voice, batting his eyes mockingly. "I'm sure Remus wouldn't mind you joining in, since Evans won't give you the time of day."

"Oh shut up, you git," James mumbled with a blush, grabbing a pillow off his bed and tossing it at Sirius, before heading towards the door. Sirius laughed, dodging the pillow and following his friend out the door.

Minutes later, Sirius was seated in the Great Hall next to Remus and across from James and Peter. He kissed Remus on the cheek in greeting (causing Remus to blush in an absolutely delightful way, and James and Peter to both pretend to be sick) before filling his plate with food. Sirius had only just started on his breakfast when Professor Dumbledore stood up, calling for everyone's attention. The Hall gradually quieted, as everyone at the four house tables turned to listen to what the Headmaster had to say.

Dumbledore smiled when he had his students' attention. "Good morning, everyone. It has been brought to my attention that in these difficult times, there are many people who have in need, witches and wizards who are much worse off than we are here. The staff and I have decided that it is high time our students do something to help. Therefore, I am announcing the beginning of Hogwarts' first ever Charity Week."

Sirius raised his eyebrows, looking at his friends in confusion. Charity Week? He wondered what Dumbledore had planned.

"Each house will be given a wizarding charity that they will be required to raise money for," Dumbledore explained. "Throughout this week, the sixth and seventh years from each house will conduct at least one event either here or in Hogsmeade that will raise money for your assigned charity. One week from today, the galleons you have raised will be counted and presented to representatives from the charities we have chosen. Also, the house that collects the most money will win fifty points. Your Heads of House will explain further. I trust that everyone will work hard to help these worthy groups." With a nod of approval, Dumbledore sat down, and everyone began talking at once.

"Well this is new," Remus commented. "I wonder which group we've got to raise money for."

"I guess McGonagall will tell us," Sirius stated as the four of them left the hall, making their way to her class.

"Quiet, everyone," McGonagall said, as soon as she'd shut the door to her classroom. "Mr. Potter, do stop staring at Miss Evans, and keep both hands where I can see them, Mr. Black."

Sirius removed his right hand fromwhere it had been making its way upRemus'leg and placed it on the desk, smiling innocently at Professor McGonagall as she reached the front of the room. She ignored him.

"Now, as the Headmaster informed you this morning, the sixth and seventh years of each house will be hosting a Charity Week, beginning today and ending next Monday," McGonagall said, glancing around at her students. "I expect you to meet with the seventh years tonight and decide on what sort of event you wish to host. Keep in mind that the event must be open to the entire school, not merely your own housemates. Are there any questions?"

"Which charity will we be donating to?" asked Lily Evans, her hand waving in the air.

Professor McGonagall tilted her head at the girl. "The funds you raise will go to the Lycan Society," she said, offering Remus a brief smile before turning to answer more questions. Remus smiled back in response.

"The Lycan Society? What do they do?" This was Lily's friend Alice, her long brown hair falling out of her hairclip as she spoke.

"They are a non-profit organization formed to help werewolves," McGonagall answered. She paused when this caused a good bit of surprised muttering from her students. "Their short-term goal is to get werewolves equal rights and representation within the Ministry. However, they are also the main force behind the research of possible cures."

Danielle White, Sirius' ex-girlfriend (Sirius was bisexual), raised her hand. "With all do respect, Professor, why do we have to give money to that group? Werewolves are nothing but bloodthirsty monsters! Why should we help them?"

McGonagall turned to Danielle, an indignant expression on her face. "Miss White, let me make this clear. Whatever your ridiculous feelings about werewolves, you will do your part to raise money for this charity. Oh, and because of your disrespectful and derogatory comments, you have not only lost twenty points, but will be serving a detention with Mr. Filch tonight. I ask that you keep any prejudices out of my classroom."

A/N: Is it terrible? I promise the next chapter will be better – and possibly longer. Reviews will make me happy, which will result in sooner updates….