A/N: Sorry it's been such a long time. School started. Yuck.

Sirius couldn't concentrate. The pigeon in front of him still had not been made to flash different colors. Professor Flitwick had passed twice now, urging him to hurry along. But whenever he tried to fix his concentration on the bird, he felt someone else's eyes on the back of his neck, burning there like they were trying to set him on fire.

For what felt like the fiftieth time, Sirius turned around quickly. He caught Remus's eye for a moment, before Remus broke away and turned with a flush to his own pigeon, which was now merrily blinking from one color to another.

After a thousand tries, Sirius managed to complete the charm, just in time to get a passing grade and dash out of the room as they were dismissed.

But before he could sink out of sight, someone called his name.

"Sirius! Wait!" Remus called. Sirius had never been unhappier to hear his friend's voice. Grinding his teeth, Sirius turned, trying his best not to glare at the red face that awaited his gaze.

"Sirius, do you think that you could help me with that charm? I don't think I did it very well." He said quickly. It was obvious to him that he had just made this as an excuse.

"Really? Because your charm seemed to be perfect, on the pigeon, and on my ears before?" Sirius said challengingly, his stomach squirming with triumph as Remus took a step back.

"Okay… Well, we have Potions now! Will you walk with me?" He asked hopefully. Sirius tried to restrain himself from rolling his eyes, but partially failed, ending up looking like his eyes were convulsing.

"Actually, I have to go to the Tower to get my Potions book, so you can go ahead alone." Sirius said heavily, hoping that Remus would take the hint. They were friends; back to the best friends they were, for about an hour. And then the novelty of Remus's curse on Bellatrix wore off, and Sirius found himself being as trailed by the lycanthrope as James was by Peter.

"Oh, actually I forgot my book too, we can go together, because I really wanted to talk-" Remus began hastily. Sirius looked around desperately for an escape, and then saw one of his ex-girlfriends, leaping away with a quick, fake "sorry" to Remus.

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Sirius felt very slick indeed. It had been a week since he had gotten sick of the new, dribbling Remus, and not once had he let himself be cornered. There had been a few tricky situations, but with Dungbombs, Peeves, and a few unlucky first years he managed to sneak out.

But Sirius had gotten too cocky, and Remus, unlike Wily Coyote, learned from his mistakes.

Sirius stepped out of the showers, drying off and pulling his clothes on. He had just reached for his toothpaste when he heard the door open and close quickly. And then his legs went rigid.

"Remus! Do the counter-jinx right now!" He wailed helplessly, lying on the damp marble floor, his toothbrush lying forlornly by his head.

"Well you see, we don't have Divination because someone enchanted a crystal ball to make Trelawney predict that she should cancel class today, so we have an entire block to spare. And I got you some breakfast, so you don't really need to go to the Great Hall either! So I thought we could talk!" Remus said jovially, his wand in one hand, a laden tray in the other.

"Um, no?" Sirius said hopefully, but he couldn't manage to stand up, only prop himself up against the bathroom wall as Remus filled his lap with food.

It was a long and awkward breakfast. Sirius was about ready to turn Remus's tongue into an ostrich when he ate the last of his bacon and his plate was finally empty.

Remus looked satisfied, like he thought that the breakfast had gone quite well. So well, that he managed to gather enough courage to press his lips clumsily against Sirius's…

Well, Remus was always a clumsy kisser, Sirius thought randomly. A clumsy fiend. The clumsy king. A clumsified monster… But is that a word? It should be…

Sirius suddenly realized that Remus had been kissing him for quite a bit. Spluttering, his used his only mobile limbs to shove the other boy away.

"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?" Sirius asked angrily, using this spare moment to snatch Remus's wand and free himself. He leapt to his feet, heading for the door, but Remus stopped him.

"Can't you just let it go? Alright? We are friends again; it's just a matter of time… And… The full moon… Just two weeks…" It was the werewolf's turn to be helpless.

"No, no, NO!" Sirius howled; the image of Bellatrix and Remus seared against the back of his eyelids. He roughly shoved Remus away from him. "And while you're at it, you can you know, stop considering us friends, unless you are going to stop acting like Peter and Sprout's lovechild!"

Feeling quite amused by his joke, Sirius stalked out of the room. He managed to make it halfway to the North Tower- (he hadn't really believed Remus's story) - but then he met Snape.

"What are you doing out and about, Black? Teaching Lupin more ways to sneak out of the castle? But, he does have Madam Pomphrey for that…" he trailed off. Sirius raised an eyebrow at this clumsy transition. Obviously Snape had been hanging around waiting, knowing that there was a fight, knowing where to stick the needle.

"You just want to know his secret, don't you?" Sirius drawled. He wondered whether he was more fed up with Remus or Snape at this point. And then, the idea came to him. It was so obvious. Fuck up both of their lives.

Before Snape could reply, Sirius quickly said, "Well, if you really do, then you can just go down to the Whomping Willow, and press the knot… Go down the tunnel, and you'll know."

"When?" Snape asked hungrily.

"Oh, two weeks. You know, around the full moon."

A/N: hmm… not as angsty as I would have hoped, but it was a bit rushed. But you know me. Always more time for angst. D