So here it is; the final installment! Thanks to all you wonderful readers (and reviewers) who stuck around to read it. To give you all the short short version as why I did not finish this fic sooner it was because…I didn't finish. Plain and simple. But if it's any consolation, I am very sorry.

BTW: I'd say least 65 percent of this was written before Half-Blood Prince came out. So anything not complying with what was divulged in book 6 is in this fic not because I'm ignorant or blind but because I'm lazy and didn't want to change what I have already written. Obviously, this also applies to Goblet of Fire the movie.

And to my illustrious reviewers…you guys make me blush. Thank you for all your up lifting comments. It is most appreciated.

Oh and one more thing…men suck! They never think about their actions. They are just so…grrr! And he has the nerve to tell me that women are just as bad. If he wasn't so damn likable—I swear, I should have decked him! Alright, I'll shut up now.

KawaiiMegami86: I know the song you're talking about, though I've never listened to it. I wanted to use songs that were written around (or before) the time the Marauders were around. You never know when someone will jump down your throat for not being historically accurate (though there are plenty of holes in this story). Thanks for reminding me though—I totally forgot about that song.

Nic: To answer you question, I'd say that, in the beginning, neither Remus nor Sirius really understand what's going on, though I think Sirius is closer to figuring it out than Remus. However, one thing they do understand is that they are totally hot for each other; physically as well as emotionally (b/c I love me some fluff). They are seventeen year old boys (disregard the fact that I said Sirius was sixteen in Ch. 2 due to a mathematical error—don't know how I managed a B average in calculus) and are just realizing you can't choose who you have feelings for. In my fic, I wrote Sirius as a handsome (drop dead gorgeous really) guy who knows it, charismatic (when he wants to be), hot tempered, and I guess a bit selfish too. He's used to girls throwing themselves at him and also used to everything being handed to him on a silver platter. He's also beginning to understand that his feelings for Remus aren't as platonic as he'd like them to be.

With Remus, I took what J.K. Rowling said about him and ran with it. She has been quoted in saying that Remus' biggest flaw is that he wants to be liked (or something to that effect). So here's Heather and she really does like him and Remus is just so happy that someone likes him that he mistakes that for liking her in return. In other words, Remus likes her as a person but not romantically. With Sirius, on the other hand, he really does like him but doesn't want to hurt Heather. Remus also thinks that he's going through a phase and believes Sirius is as well. These are the two reasons why he keeps pulling away from Sirius.

In conclusion, I guess you can say that "yes" they are bisexual but there are other things that I took into account. Remus is suffering from emotional issues that probably came about from a traumatic experience (i.e. bitten by a werewolf, how werewolves are viewed in their society, etc.) while Sirius was emotionally abused at home. So when things start falling into place, as it does in this chapter, Remus will see it was foolish to think that being with someone who likes you (but you don't return those feeling) will make everything go away and that what is between him and Sirius is just hormones.

I hope that cleared it up for you and anyone else whom might have questions. I didn't really know how to incorporate all this info into this fic without making it sound boring.

"Please," begged Sirius.

James just rolled his eyes and continued to stare out the window. It was pouring out there and he could barely make out the Owlery, which was the adjacent tower.

"Oh c'mon, when was the last time I asked you for anything?"

"Is this really necessary?"

"Of course it is!" Sirius insisted. "Why else would I ask?"

James scoffed. "Maybe because you, my friend, are retarded."

"Am not! Just do it."

James turned around. "Why on earth do you want me to transfigure the coffee table into a piano?"

"I told you already, I want to practice," said an annoyed Sirius. How many times was he going to have to repeat himself?

James gave his friend a suspicious look. "Practice, huh?" Looking back at the mahogany table, he slowly took out his wand. "Okay, fine." Some Latin words and fancy wand movements later, there stood a mini grand piano in place of the table. Well, it was more like a mini mini grand piano actually.

"What…the hell…is that?"

"It's your stupid piano. What were you expecting, a fuckin' guitar?"

"No," said Sirius as he looked at the piano with a disappointed face. "It's just so…small."

"I transfigured it from a coffee table, of course it's going to be small," said an irritated James, "you ungrateful prat."

Sirius sat down in front of the piano¹. "I'm not ungrateful—look at this thing! It's only got four octaves," complained Sirius. "And you're supposed to be that best at this."

"Well if you think you can do a better job, then do it." Sometimes James didn't know how he put up with Black.

"I don't think I can do a better job. That's why I asked you!"

"Well then, you really only have two options. Take it or leave it."

"Fine! You don't have to get all sore about it," mumbled Sirius as he tested the keys.

"Well, at least it's tuned."

James just rolled his eyes and shook his head.

As time passed by, people entered and left the Common Room, but Sirius remained there practicing while James took a seat on the sofa next to the piano and read his quidditch magazine. This is how Peter found them.

"Hey guys!" greeted Peter as he trotted over to his friends.

"Hey Pete," the two boys said in unison.

Peter looked down at Sirius, confusedly, but didn't ask any questions. Instead, he opted to sit himself on the parlour chair, right behind Sirius.

It remained quiet for a while, save for Sirius' piano playing and James turning the pages in his magazine. "So Sirius," Peter said quite nervously, "I heard about you and Liz…sorry about that."

Sirius wasn't taken back by Pettigrew's statement at all and continued to play. "Ah, it's alright…no big loss."

"What?" This came as a shock to Peter. "What do ya mean "no big loss"? Are you mental? I've heard about the things she can do."

"Yeah well, right now she's probably down in the dungeons giving Snivellus head, just to piss me off. I don't know about you, but that makes her completely undesirable in my eyes." This caught James' attention as Peter just gaped at Sirius.

"S-s-she's—what?"

"You heard me, Prongs. I'd be pretty disgusted myself…if I gave a shit."

"Well that was a waste," sighed Peter. "I've heard that she's got legs that rap around like Devil's Snare and not to mention the things that she can do with that mouth of hers."

"Nah…had better," said Sirius without even thinking.

"Better than Liz? But she supposedly gives the best blows in all of Hogwarts!" Peter couldn't believe what he was hearing. "So, who is she? Do I know her?"

Hitting a wrong note, Sirius cringed. He bowed down his head a bit, his hair obscuring his reddened face. "Yeah…you could say that." Feeling Wormtail's eyes on him, Sirius became agitated. "Enough of this—can't you see I'm trying to practice? Your constant questions are making me fuck up."

Taken back by Black's outburst, Peter looked over at Potter as if to say, "What crawled up his arse and died?"

"Hey, don't look at me. He's been like that all day."

Before giving Sirius the chance to jump down his throat again, Peter decided to change to a safer topic. "Hey, where's Remus anyway?" he asked as he surveyed the room.

"He at a Prefects' meeting," replied James as he plopped his foot on top of the piano.

Peter gave him a weird look. "Shouldn't you be there too?"

James snorted. "Pfft, no. That's the beauty of being Head Boy. I get to mosey about in this here Common Room or wherever I may please, while the Prefects go to their ikkle meetings and patrols—suckers. So, not only do I do nothing but I get the title of Head Boy, and let me tell you, it looks outstanding on my résumé."

Not really interested in hearing James boast about how he's got it made, Peter quickly changed the topic once again. "Hey Padfoot, what's with the toy piano?"

"Well this is Mr. God's gift to Transfiguration, over here, vision of what a grand piano looks like."

"We're not doing this again. If you don't like it…tough shit. Why didn't you ask for something smaller…like a violin?" James was getting pretty irritated with Sirius' criticisms.

"Well when I was younger, I had the choice between the two. It was either violin with an old fogy, whose nose hairs were like ten centimeters long and couldn't walk, or piano with one fit crumpet. Honestly, her knockers were like this big." Sirius stopped playing in order to demonstrate his piano teacher's assets.

"Oh now we're talking," exclaimed an excited Peter. He was after all, a breast man.

"Nice an' perky, were they?"

"I know you are not talking about what I think you're talking about," came an irritated voice from the direction of the girls' dormitories.

"Er…we weren't talking about tits if that's what you're thinking, Lily," replied Pettigrew, hurriedly.

"Smooth, Peter. Real smooth," said James.

"Oh and you're one to talk, Potter? Just in case you forgot, it was your fat mouth that almost got the Gryffindor Team thrown out for the entire Quidditch season. Smooth indeed," Lily said quite venomously.

"Ah, Lily…the apple of my eye. You always say the kindest things about me," said James as he laid his arm on the back of the sofa.

Lily gave him a look but sat next to him against her better judgment. Evidently, she was still upset about the brawl her boyfriend had with the Slytherin Quidditch captain yesterday. In all fairness, James did start it.

"Look, I said I was sorry like a trillion times. What else can I say?"

Lily just rolled her eyes and sighed exasperatedly.

"All right fine," James sighed, "I was going to wait and give this to you tonight but I just can't stand you being cross with me." After tossing his magazine onto the piano in front of him, James reached into his trouser pocket and produced a small jewelry box.

"Oh no you don't Potter. Don't you dare think that you can just buy your way out of this. I already have five of those rings you got from muggle toy machines. That's not going to work again."

But Lily's statement did not deter James. "Don't pass judgment before you have even seen the evidence, Evans." Potter then opened the box. A big grin enlightened his face, indicating that he was indeed proud of himself.

However, Lily did not seem too impressed.

"It's a rock, James," said Lily, quirking her eyebrow.

"Yes, it really—WHAT?" cried a flustered James as his two friends were howling with laughter at his expense.

"Hope you didn't break the bank with that one, Jim," said Sirius in between laughing fits.

"Yeah," agreed Peter. "How ever will you be able to afford that cottage in Godric's Hollow when you blow all your galleons on rocks?"

'Your asses are so mine,' James thought bitterly as he changed his gift back to its original state. Inside the box was now a brilliant gold necklace with an emerald encrusted heart pendant.

Lily was in awe. "Oh…James…"

The entire room was quiet until, "Go-o-oldfinger. He's the man—OUCH! That hurt you twat!"

James glared down at Black. "Serves you right; you just killed the moment single handedly."

Sirius returned the glare as he rubbed the spot on his head where James' shoe had hit him. "Well what do you expect me to do when she coos like that? Don't tell me you didn't think "James Bond" when she said your name."

James was just about to throw his other shoe when Lily cut in. "Pay him no heed," she said as she placed her hand on James' chin and turn his face toward her. "It's beautiful, Potter. I love it." Lily then pulled him into a passionate kiss.

"Oh…get a room," mumbled Sirius, narrowly missing Potter's other shoe.

xXx

Feeling as though he traveled from Edinburgh to Timbuktu without Apparating or any means of transportation, Remus trudged his way up the stone steps leading to his room. When he got there the only other occupant in the room was James, who looked a bit surprised to see him.

Remus quickly homed in on the closest bed and flopped down on it; not caring that it wasn't his.

"Man, you look like shit."

"Thank you…a suitable description I'll bet," Remus murmured dryly.

"Right—so how was the meeting?" By the looks of his friend, James already had a vague idea about how the gathering went.

Remus gave him a sharp look. "They're all imbeciles I tell you. Every single last one of them." Remus then proceeded to make his voice all shrilly and said, "I'm sick of white towels—I want lavender ones. The toilet paper is too rough—I don't want to get a rash. The Slytherin Head Boy and Girl got the new improved whitening toothpaste—we should get that too." Not entirely done with mocking his fellow Hogwarts Prefects, Remus went on to say, "Oh and my favorite, I think the mermaid is a skirt chaser. She was watching me take off my clothes I tell you. Piffle. No one, gay or straight, would ever want to watch Edith Grouse take off her clothes without desperately needing to gouge out their eyes afterwards."

James was a little taken back by the werewolf's outburst; however, James had to admit that what his friend said was rather true. The thought of a naked Edith gave him the chills. "Oh…was that all?" James said with a snort.

"It wouldn't have been that bad if that pathetic excuse for an "urgent" meeting had not lasted for over three hours. To think that those idiots believe that they are going to make in the world. If they think that redecorating the washroom is a tribulation—might as well just feed them to the lions right now and be done with it." Remus wasn't normally a bitter person, but the man was on a roll. "They were acting like a bunch of ninnies, the whole lot of them."

"Well I don't think—" James never got to finish that thought for he was cut off by Remus.

"What's that on my pillow?" Remus twisted his head to the side to get a better look…well, as good a look he could manage while lying on his back.

"Some letter that your ruddy bird delivered," answered James, quite distastefully.

"Really? But it's pouring out there."

"Yeah, I know. After Padfoot opened the window, she dropped off your letter then zoomed towards me like one of those muggle Lear jet things. Got me all wet she did. Then the blasted thing attacked my trouser zip. You can believe whatever you want Rem, but that bird knows what its doing! Don't laugh!"

Remus held in his laugh as stumbled to his bed. Picking up the envelope, Remus inspected it. It was a gaudy pink colour and his name was written in a very elegant script—handwriting he wasn't at all familiar with. Upon opening the envelope, he found that the letter inside was an even more nauseating colour of pink. 'Ughh…and what is that horrid smell…vanilla musk…ughh.' As Remus tried desperately to ignore the stomach upsetting fragrance, he decided to read the note since he had gotten this far.

Dearest Remus,

I could go on and on about how much I have been admiring you from afar but I'd prefer to tell you in person. Meet me at 10:30 on the seventh floor opposite the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy, whom is trying to teach tolls the finer arts of ballet. Don't be late.

-Your secret admirer

Under the anonymous signature there was a bright red lipstick kiss mark. 'Not very original but yet very straight forward,' thought Remus. Too bad after he and Heather went south, he felt like he had enough of women to last him a lifetime.

"So what's it say?"

"Nothing of the importance," answered Remus as he sat down and tossed the letter on the bed.

"Not important? But Sirius said it looked like some skirt wrote it. Not important indeed—are you holding out on us?"

"Hardly," Remus scoffed. "You said Padfoot was here? Where did he go?"

"Him? Oh he left sometime after that flying rat of yours stopped by. He's pr'ably looking for some lass to bury himself in. You know how he gets…'specially since he's single again. In fact, he would have left a lot earlier if he had not been laughing his head off as I was in the process of being raped." James threw in the last line to try and get more sympathy.

However, Remus did not hear it.

Remus had zoned out when he heard Potter's assessment as to where his other companion might be at the moment. Frowning at the letter, Remus hastily picked it up and looked over at James. "You know what Prongs? I was holding out on you…this is from a bird—I'm off. Black is not the only one who can find a lady friend at this time of night, ch'know?"

Walking over to his bureau, Remus sprayed on a bit of cologne (silently praying that it would over power his mystery date's perfume), looked himself over in the mirror ("Go get 'em tiger," was the mirror's response), and ran a hand through his hair. Then he was out the door without another word.

"Okay, you can come out now. He's gone."

"Finally," gasped Lily as she clawed her way out of he boyfriend's closet. "When was the last time the house elves had the chance to clean that thing? It smells like wet dog in there and I was standing in a pile of your dirty clothes." Lily made a face of disgust as she bent down to peel off a sock that had statically clung to the bottom of her robe.

James smiled and shook his head as he wrapped his hands around her waist. "So what are you trying to say? Not only do I have a "fat mouth" but I am a slob as well?"

Lily beamed. "Precisely."

"I knew that I loved you for a reason," whispered James right before he kissed her.

xXx

It took Remus about twenty minutes after he left his room to get to the correct corridor. Though he is a Hogwarts Prefect and knows the layout of the castle like the back of his hand that still didn't prevent the stairwells from changing around at their own free will.

Once he had located the wall-hanging (one of the trolls split her leotard while doing a pirouette), Remus looked around and found no one there. He took out his grandfather's old pocket watch to check the time. It was only 10:45. Surely if this girl liked him as much as she claimed she could have waited fifteen minutes longer. Perhaps he had the wrong drapery after all.

Taking out the letter, he read it once again. No, he was in the right place but as he read further, something odd had happened. Under the lipstick mark there was more writing. His secret admirer must have used the new "Disappearing-Reappearing Ink". He had hoped that he would be getting some for his upcoming birthday for it was rather costly. The message read:

Do not fret for I am not there.
If you wish to see me, then wish it so.
You see that wall that is bare?
Now walk by it…three times in a row.

'What is this nonsense? Some kind of prank? Three times in a row? This girl really must have a few screws loose. I have just about enough sense not to go through with this.' However, the thought of Sirius with another decided to make an appearance and, once more, clouded Remus' judgment. 'I'm going to regret this in the morning, I'm sure of it.'

After following the rhyme to a tee, Remus was a bit shocked as a door magically appeared before him. How had he and his friends missed this while constructing the Marauder's Map?

Attentively, Remus reached out and turned the door knob. Instantly, candle light poured out from the room as well as the sound of music.

Swiftly closing the door behind him, Remus slowly took in the atmosphere. The wallpaper was a deep bordeaux hue and hanging from the ceiling was a beautiful (yet simple) antique chandelier. There was two glasses and a bottle of, what appeared to be, champagne cooling in an ornate bucket sitting on a polished wooden side table. In one corner of the room, there was a king sized four poster bed. It was positioned diagonally and that made the room look very inviting. To the right of the bed was a string quartet accompanied by a flute and a French horn. All said instruments were charmed to play by themselves. Then finally Remus' eyes landed on the final object in the room, a black Steinway grand piano. Not to mention the pianist as well.

"Bloody hell! 'Bout time you showed up. I've been playing this damn tune for ages." Pushing himself up and away from the piano, Sirius silently massaged his fingers, giving Remus a chance to digest what was happening.

Black was wearing a black three piece suit and thick black jacquard cloak over it. It was strangely familiar. Thought fascinated by how delectable Sirius looked, Remus became entranced by the others hand movements.

"Er…Remus?" Remus snapped out of it and looked back at a rather nervous looking Sirius. "You're not saying anything."

Like seeing the ever most confident Black sweat a bit, Remus let a moment of silence linger on before he spoke. "Well as lovely as your attire is, I wish you would have adorn something other than your signature colour."

"Really now?" Sirius' confidence was beginning to make its appearance as he smirked at his friend. "Any suggestions?"

"Yes actually," said Remus as he cocked his head. "Personally, I think your birthday suit would have been quite appropriate."

"All in due time, my Moony."

Sauntering his way up to the werewolf, Sirius extended his hand. "Care for a dance?"

"Well, it's not a dinner and a flick, but it will have to do, I suppose."

"Hey, you should consider yourself lucky," said Sirius as he placed one hand around Remus' waist and took the other's hand in his. "Most don't even get a drink outta me, what with me being cut out of my inheritance and all," he continued as led Remus in a waltz.

"You better not be expecting me to pay for the both of us all the time." Lupin frowned, "I won't be suckered into paying for everything because you smile at me dashingly."

"You make it sound like using my looks and charm to get a free meal is a bad thing."

"May be because it is," muttered Remus.

"What was that?"

"Oh, nothing," Remus replied quickly. "How long have you known about this place anyway?"

Sirius stopped their dance in mid step and quickly averted his eyes. "Well," he began then hesitated. It was obvious to Remus that Sirius was about to say something that he might not particularly like. "You see…when you were in the Hospital Wing after Snive…er…Snape found out about you—"

Remus stiffened in his arms.

"—I was really coming down hard on myself—not that I didn't deserve it. Well, the house elves found me and I told them that I couldn't go back to our room. So they brought me here—only the place was full of alcohol. So naturally I made use of the place and invited the house elves to stay. You know that I hate drinking alone—it makes me feel so…alone. Well then one bottle led to another and another and let me tell you, the house elves have the loosest lips when they're drunk.

"You wouldn't believe what they told me. Robby was seeing Minnie but then she left him for his brother Fonzy, who in turn cheated on Minnie with Pinky, Minnie's best friend. Oh and you know the new house elf? Well it turns out that she's already been around the kitchens quite a few times. Rumor has it that she had an orgy with Lincoln, Blinkon, and Knob."

"Lincoln, Blinkon, and Kn—?" Remus made a face. "Now I know you're making this all up—those three are from a nursery rhyme."

"Alright…that wasn't their real names but what do you expect, I was sloshed. Plus they all have wonky names anyway. But the fact remains, those stories are true. It's a right soup opera down there, I tell you."

"I believe the term is soap opera, Sirius."

"Right but you haven't heard the half of it. Remember when Wormtail swore on his mother's grave that McGonagall and Dumbledore were hot for one another? Well it turns out when one of the house elves were going to clean up the soot in the fireplace in Dumbledore's office, he was greeted with a very unpleasant site. The Headmaster had McGonagall spread eagled on his desk, giving her the banging of a lifetime."

"Ughh…Padfoot. That's disgusting. I shan't ever recover from these horrific mental images."

"And you say I'm overly dramatic. At least I can act." Sirius then gave Remus a knowing look. "You know what? I think that turned you on."

"Yes, the thought of an old wizard's arse—which probably has more wrinkles than your dick after swimming the White Cliffs of Dover—really makes me randy. You discovered my most coveted secret."

"Well now that my mission was a success, don't let the door hit you on the way out, aye?" quipped Sirius.

"Don't go mucking this up by reverting back to your old ways now," said Remus as he pulled Black closer. "Come here you."

When their lips met in a kiss, it felt like coming home for the first time in eons. This was definitely where they were supposed to be—in each other's arms and sucking face. Not buggering girls that didn't know sarcasm if it bit them on their arse or were unable to decipher their ABC's from their 123's (one of Sirius' biggest mistakes ever). Not hiding behind ambiguous banter or "wrestling". And certainly not pissing each other off just for the sake of seeing how cute the other looked when aggravated. No, this was it; the turning point in their lives. And by God, they weren't going to let anyone or anything fuck it up…for at least the next hour or so.

With nothing to restrain him, Remus started to push Sirius, making him back up till the side of the bed hit the back of his legs. As Black fell backwards onto the bed, Remus chased after him with his lips. As one of his hands rested on the bed, the other cupped Sirius face. The slight stubble along the jaw and cheek reminded Remus of just who he was kissing and he let out a hungry moan into the other's mouth. Sirius answered Remus with a moan of his own as he unbuttoned the werewolf's shirt.

The two then sat up to shed their clothing quicker. However, when Sirius reached up to untie his cloak, Remus stopped fiddling with Black's vest and grabbed a hold of his hand. "No…leave it on," Remus whispered hotly.

With a knowing smile, Sirius did as he was told and helped Remus with the vest and shirt. Once they were ridden of their clothes Sirius pushed Remus onto his back, his cloak draping over them as if to shield them from the outside world. Loving the way the werewolf looked beneath him, Sirius decided to tell him so. However, it came out more of a jumbled up, "mmm…oh fuck…yes," for Remus couldn't wait for the friction that his body had been denied of for long enough.

When Sirius regained some control over his body, he lacked onto Remus' left nipple. The rough smoothness of tongue, the sharp edges of teeth, and that glorious friction sent sparks through the other's synapses as he awkwardly clung to Black's body. It felt like his skin was set aflame and the only way to get back at Sirius was to grasp at his back and rap his legs around his hips. Surely if Remus held on tight enough all those lovely tingles and shocks traveling throughout his being would seep into Sirius' skin. Yes, they must!

And seep they did. Hot, sweaty skin; his body on edge; those delicious sounds emanating from deep within Remus' throat; it was enough to make any hot-blooded male crazed with desire. And Sirius was no exception. This was going to end quickly for Black, but he was too far gone to care. All he could think was Moony, Moony, MOONY!

"Oh…can't stop…don't wanna…oh fuck, Remus!" cried Sirius as his back arched and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. After his orgasm rushed out of his body, Sirius collapsed onto Remus. His breathes were laboured and his body felt as though it had turned to jelly. Sirius could not recall the last time he had felt this satisfied. As he laid his head on Remus' chest, Sirius heard his rapid heartbeat and began to smile. After all, it was he that made it race.

"Oh…wow," said Remus.

"You could say that again, babe."

"That was—"

"Fantastic, earth shattering, mind-boggling, phenomenal," interrupted Sirius. "Pick your adjective—it was all of them rolled into one word. And the only way to define that word would be to look it up in the Oxford Dictionary, and right next to that word would be a picture of us going at it."

"…fast."

"Yes, precisely—what?"

Remus took this opportunity to flip them over, so that he was now straddling Sirius. "In case you haven't noticed," Remus thrusted his erection into Sirius hip, "we're not finished yet."

"No, we're not," said Sirius as he traced his finger along Remus member.

A shiver ran up and down Lupin's spine as his hips involuntarily thrusted forward. "Oh…and the word you were looking for is an adverb. Adverbs describe verbs, not adjectives."

Not entirely shocked that Remus would be the type of person to correct someone else's grammar during sex, Sirius flipped the werewolf onto his back and inserted himself in between the other's thighs. "Adverb…I'll show you adverb."

And he did, four more times.

xXx

The next day…

"Where the hell are they?" Peter asked himself, obviously frustrated. "I can't find them anywhere."

"What are you looking for mate?" asked James. Peter didn't answer him as he slammed the closet door. He then stalked over to the other side of the room and began rummaging through another closet.

Just then Black entered the dorm munching on an apple. "Hey…what are you doing in my closet?"

"He went through all of our stuff too," said Remus as he scribbled the conclusion to his Charms essay.

James then stepped in. "Yeah, but wouldn't tell us why though. Just keeps muttering to himself like some nutter. I don't think that making him try that mystery potion that Slughorn gave us was a very bright idea after all."

"Could have been worse though; could have given him Moony's," joked Sirius. Remus just frowned at him.

"AH HA! There they are. What the devil are they doing in your things, Padfoot?"

"What are you on about? What's in my closet?" asked Black.

Peter gave him a look. "My dress robes; what are they doing in here?" Peter then pulled out a black suit and vaguely familiar black cloak.

"Er…ah…well—"

"Maybe the house elves got confused and thought they were his," said James. "That is his colour after all."

Pettigrew took that under consideration. "But the jacket's got my initials sewn on it, see. Don't laugh."

James couldn't help himself and began to snicker. Apparently, something about the initials "PP" sewn in gold thread was funny.

"Oh, and they didn't even press it," cried an annoyed Peter. "Look and these pants, they're all wrinkled as if they were just thrown on the floor and left there overnight."

Sirius made a little gulping sound as Remus just stared at the trousers.

"I don't have time to fix this," complained Peter. "Amanda bought this for me and I'm supposed to pick her up in ten minutes."

Remus then looked at Sirius expectantly. He then mouthed something along the lines of, "what the fuck were you thinking!"

"Don't worry 'Tail. Come on, let's go find Lily. I'm sure she can fix that right up." James knew from past experiences that his girlfriend was excellent with her wand. His also but that was another story.

"I hope she knows a real powerful cleaning charm too; these glossy stains all over the cloak look really tough to get out," said Peter as he followed James out the door. "That's the last time I let those elves get there mitts on my robes."

As soon as they were gone Remus began speaking his mind and he wasn't too happy. To Sirius, his very "special" friend was being a bit unreasonable; it wasn't his idea to keep the cloak on. Personally, he would have been quite happy without the damn thing chaffing at his backside, thank you very much. But once Remus cooled off, Sirius found a way to make it up to him.

His half eaten apple tossed onto the floor, forgotten.

The End

Well, that's it. I will be editing the first two chapters, but I wouldn't hold my breath for it. I was also thinking of posting an X-rated version of this fic on the LJ community, remusxsirius. If you have never been I suggest you check it out. There are some real gems there.
1. Think Schroeder from Peanuts.