A/N: I can't believe it's taken me this long to update…I honestly don't have any excuses except that as usual, I've just been too lazy to write anything. At the moment, however, I've got plenty of time, and I'm feeling inspired. Hopefully ya'll will like what I've come up with. Oh, and the Slytherin in this chapter may not sound much like a Slytherin, but…well…he is. Very much so.

Chapter Three

"Hello Lupin," a deep, smooth voice purred from behind Remus. Not even bothering to look up from his Care of Magical Creatures essay, the werewolf dropped his quill onto the parchment in front of him and brought his hands up to his temples, trying to massage away the headache he could feel coming on. Ever since Dumbledore had announced the charity events the houses would be hosting two days ago, many of the sixth and seventh year Gryffindors had been suffering through being hit on by members of the other houses – as if being propositioned before the auction could have any effect on who won dates with them. Normally, this wouldn't have been much of a problem for Remus, as Sirius' death glares tended to scare most of Remus' would-be suitors off. Unfortunately, Sirius wasn't in the library at the moment, and this particular person was very persistent.

"Hello Lestrange," Remus drawled barely sparing the burly seventh year Slytherin a glance before returning to his homework. "If you don't mind, I'm rather busy at the moment…"

"Oh, I don't mind at all," Lestrange said as he slid into the seat next to Remus, pushing the books Remus had gathered for his research off to the side of the desk and out of the other boy's reach. "Besides, it looks to me like you could use a break, and I'm sure that what I've got to say is much more interesting than homework."

Remus growled in annoyance and stood up, gathering the books and parchment into his arms. He moved to another desk, saying, "Actually, I'm sure that nothing you've got to say could possibly interest me. Now would you please leave me alone? I need to finish this essay before Friday, and I don't have a lot of time."

"Well, if you'd like, I'd be more than happy to help you with it," Lestrange responded as he followed Remus and once again took the other chair, taking care to move it as close to Remus as he possibly could. "That way, we'll be able to have a nice little chat while we work."

Remus sighed, scooting his chair a little to the left to create more room between him and the incredibly dense pile of dragon dung sitting next to him. "Alright," Remus growled. "I'll hear you out. But make it quick. And keep that chair where it is, Lestrange, I don't like it when people who haven't bathed recently invade my personal space."

Rabastan (It was Rudolphus who married Bellatrix, wasn't it?) smiled as he moved his seat closer, ignoring Remus' growl of protest. "Excellent. You see Remus – I hope you don't mind me calling you Remus, it's just so much more personal - I, like many of my housemates have been very intrigued by you for quite a while. Oh, I know Gryffindors and Slytherins don't date each other but with the charity events coming up, I'm sure something could be done to make sure that I win a date with you," he said, his eyes running over Remus' body as he spoke.

Remus shivered in revulsion. "Look," he ground out. "In case you've forgotten, Lestrange, I happen to have a boyfriend – a boyfriend whom I happen to love. Besides, even if I wasn't dating Sirius, I still wouldn't be remotely interested in you. And don't call me Remus."

"You might say that now, Remus, but that's only because you haven't had the pleasure of a night with me," Lestrange murmured as he placed a hand on Remus' right leg. "Trust me," he said, squeezing the sandy-haired boy's leg for emphasis, "one night with me, and you'll forget all about Black."

"Shove off, Lestrange," Remus said in disgust as he jumped up from his seat and out of the older boy's grasp. He tossed his parchment and the books he'd checked out into his bag before storming out of the library. Remus made his way back to Gryffindor Tower, having given up on doing his homework in the library as long as Lestrange was there.

James sat on his four-poster bed, the curtains open, frowning in concentration as he tapped his wand on the parchment in front of him absently. The parchment appeared to be blank, but it was in fact the map he, Sirius, Remus, and Peter had been working on for the past year and a half. It was nearly complete, and they'd managed to make it become both visible and invisible whenever they wanted. Unfortunately, the Marauders had yet to figure out how to set a password on the map so that it would only respond to them. If anyone else ever got their hands on it, they'd have no trouble figuring out exactly what it was and all of their hard work would go to waste as no one in their right mind would give up something this useful. That was why James' bed was covered in Charms books, and why he was beginning to fear they'd never be able to use their work of art.

Just as he was about ready to toss all the books he'd stolen from the library (He'd been banned from checking books out in fourth year after a nasty incident with a Defense Against the Dark Arts book and a transfigured cat with three tails. He didn't like to think about it.), the door to the dormitory burst open. James looked up in surprise as Sirius stormed into the room, his eyes flashing in anger. The dark haired boy practically growled as he ripped off his robes, not even bothering to acknowledge James' presence.

"Um, Sirius?" James asked, hesitantly as he stood up and approached his rampaging friend. "Why are you changing? I know classes are over, but it isn't even time for dinner yet."

"I'm taking a shower so I can wash that ugly bitch's germs off me," Sirius growled as he rummaged in his trunk, searching for a clean set of clothes.

"Which one?" James asked, his voice now filled with amusement. He knew who Sirius was referring to, but still wanted to toy with his friend. "There are at least five 'ugly bitches' in our year alone, so you'll have to be a bit more specific, mate."

"Danielle," Sirius muttered as he stood up, holding a pair of muggle jeans in one hand and a school shirt and robes in the other. "That hag has been following me around all bloody day! She practically molested me in Arithmancy!"

"How'd she manage that?" James, who'd dropped the class after fifth year, questioned furrowing his brows in confusion. "I thought you and Alice were paired up in that class."

Sirius snorted in derision. "Apparently, the little bimbo convinced Vector that because I'm so good at Arithmancy, I should be forced to work with her since she's absolute bollocks at it and needs all the help she can get. Naturally, she started pawing at me as soon as she sat down, saying shit like 'Oh, Siri, I wish you'd give me another chance, I know I'd be able to give you more pleasure than you've ever experienced!'"

The combination of Sirius walking around the dorm in nothing but a pair of red and pink heart covered boxers while gesticulating angrily and propositioning himself in a falsetto voice was too much for James. He burst out in uncontrollable laughter. "Sorry mate," he gasped a moment later, attempting to catch his breath and stop laughing. "But you've got to admit that is pretty funny."

Sirius glared at his friend and said, "Oh yes, I can see how my being continuously hit on by a raving slut who won't take a bloody hint would give you such amusement."

"I can see it now," James said, chuckling as he returned the still blank map to his trunk. "Every time she sees you it'll be, 'Oh, Siri! Please take me, I'm desperate for your gorgeous mansex!'"

"And what would you know about my boyfriend's so-called 'gorgeous mansex', James? And why are you in your boxers, love?" came a sardonic and slightly amused voice from the door.

James and Sirius whipped around to face a smiling Remus, his eyebrows raised in question. James blushed in embarrassment and stuttered, "N-nothing, I just-"

Sirius took mercy on his friend. "I was just explaining to Prongs how much of a slut Danielle's being – nothing new, I know, but it's getting more annoying everyday. He was commiserating with me."

"I see," Remus said with a nod as he moved into the room and dropped his bag onto his bed. "Well in that case, James, I'll overlook you hitting on Sirius this time, but-"

James spluttered at that. "I was not hitting on him! I'm-"

"Still in denial, I know," Remus joked, dodging the pillow James threw at him. "You still haven't explained the boxers, Padfoot."

"I'm getting ready to take a shower, love. Didn't want to accidentally pass Danielle's slut-germs on to you," Sirius responded, kissing Remus lightly on the cheek before going into the en-suite bathroom.

Remus debated telling Sirius about the conversation he'd had with Rabastan Lestrange in the library, until the choice was taken out of his hands at dinner. He'd just settled into place beside Sirius, who absentmindedly wrapped an arm around his waist when Lestrange approached them, his long dark hair that bore a remarkable resemblance to Sirius' pulled back into a severe ponytail. He seemed to be trying to place a charming expression on his aristocratic features, but like most Slytherins, his face seemed to either scowl or look confused. Remus' hope that Lestrange, who was followed as usual by Theodore Nott, and Macnair (someone please tell me what his first name is – I know it'll bug me until I figure it out!), would walk right by them was dashed when Lestrange greeted him with a smooth, "Hello, Remus. Have you thought about what we discussed in the library?"

"Go away Lestrange," James said (Sirius simply glared) before Remus could respond. "We don't want your kind here."

"I believe I asked Remus a question, Potter." Lestrange answered with forced politeness. He sidled over to Remus' other side, where there was an empty spot and slid in next to him, placing a hand on the boy's thigh and ignoring Sirius' angered growl.

"Get your fucking hands off my boyfriend, Lestrange," Sirius snarled as he jumped up from his seat and whipped out his wand. James, Peter, Nott, and Macnair did the same as Remus pushed Rabastan away from him and stood up beside Sirius. He desperately hoped none of the teachers came over – the idea of having to serve a detention with the only Slytherins the Marauders hated as much as they did Severus Snape was not a pleasing one.

"Your answer, Remus?" Lestrange asked lazily, completely disregarding the others. Sirius' nostrils flared and he had to fight to keep from hexing the Slytherin – no one ignored Sirius, especially when he had a feeling they were trying to hit on his boyfriend.

"My answer, Lestrange," Remus said as he glared at the older boy, "is just what it was two hours ago, and just what it will always be. No. I am not now, nor will I ever be, interested in a date with you."

"Well. We'll see about that," Lestrange said with a smirk, his eyes once again scanning Remus' body lasciviously.

A/N: And we have reached the end of yet another chapter. This, of course, is the part where ya'll tell me just how much you love or hate my fic as the case may be.