I must say, this is definitely one of my favorite pieces of work Marauder-wise, yes it is. And if you're still reading this, let it be known that I adore you.

And so on.

So, let the Marauderificality commence.

It was early morning. Well, not necessarily "early morning." In fact, it was nearly ten. But it was quite early indeed for Remus Lupin, sleeping soundly in his four poster bed with the blankets pulled up over his head to block out the sunlight that was streaming in through the window. He was alone in the room, his friends having gone off to breakfast.

Except for one.

Peter, who happened to know that Remus enjoyed sleeping in on Saturdays, had chosen to take advantage of this opportunity to do what he'd been wanting to do ever since he had found out where Remus kept his stash of chocolate the week before. He crept silently into the room, edging the door open to the room. Excellent. Remus was still fast asleep. Peter moved slowly but surely toward Remus's closet, pulling out his wand as he went. He also knew that Remus kept his treasured stash under lock and key.

"Alohomora!" he whispered. The lock to the closet gave a loud click, and Peter looked behind him quickly to check if Remus had woken up. He hadn't.

He eased the door opened and winced when it creaked loudly, but his friend still did not stir. He stepped into the closet, closed the door silently behind him, and whispered "Lumos!" He looked down, and his eyes fell upon a canvas bag in the corner illuminated by the light from his wand. His watery little eyes bulged excitedly as he tipped the bag over and a large amount of assorted chocolates cascaded out. Once he had locked the door behind him, he sat down on the floor, greedily snatched up some of the chocolate, and smiled to himself with pride before digging in.

Little did he know that James had just entered the room. He looked over and saw Remus still snoozing away and smiled slightly to himself. At least one of his friends wasn't behaving like a raving lunatic. Sirius had eaten the entire contents of the sugar bowl this morning at breakfast and was on one of his craziest sugar highs yet. When James had left him in the common room he was bounding around the room, upsetting furniture and frightening the younger students away. They would be heading down for the trip to Hogsmeade in about thirty minutes, so he cast his eyes around for something in the room to occupy his time. Settling on polishing his broomstick, he removed the broomstick from his closet, his polish from his dresser, and a rag from under the bed and set to work. He had barely begun when he heard familiar footsteps pounding up the spiral staircase towards their room. Knowing what – or rather, who – was going to happen, he quickly made to slide his broomstick under the bed, but it was too late.

"HEEEEEEEEERE'S PADFOOT!" Sirius yelled gleefully as he flung the door open and it ricocheted off of the wall with a bang. Inside the closet, Peter gave a startled jump, dropping his wand and nearly choking on his mouth full of chocolate. "Hiya Jamsie! Where's – oh!" he exclaimed as he saw Remus's tired form curled up beneath his bedspread. "Is Moony taking a little nap?"

Without warning, he leapt onto Remus's bed, bouncing around and yelling. "WAKEY-WAKEY!"

James braced himself, awaiting the worst; it was never a good idea to wake up Remus. Sure enough, a strangled sort of yell emitted from the bundle of blankets, and the next moment the bedding was being thrown off of the bed and strewn across the floor and they were both tumbling off of the bed. Remus, clad in nothing but a pair of plaid boxers was pinning Sirius to the floor.

"Why, Remy," Sirius said, grinning broadly despite the fact that a half-awake and half-dressed werewolf had just tackled him and was looking at him as if he would very much like to tear him limb from limb, "your chest is quite smooth. Tell me, do you wax?"

Before Sirius could inquire any further on the state of Remus's chest hair, or lack-there-of, Remus had seized a nearby pillow that had fallen off the bed during the tussle and began trying to smother Sirius with it. James had gotten up and was about break up the scuffle when Sirius twisted out from under Remus and ran off across the room, laughing triumphantly. He jumped up on his own bed and bounced over to James's, hopping up and down on the mattress.

"Who the hell gave Sirius sugar?" Remus demanded angrily, getting to his feet.

"Only all the girls in Hufflepuff!" Sirius said, bouncing up and down as he spoke.

"Not that kind of sugar!"

"I tried to stop him, but he wouldn't listen!" James said. "He's a madman, I tell you! A MADMAN!"

Meanwhile, in Remus's closet, Peter was crawling around, feeling blindly around for his wand. It must have rolled under something, because he could no longer see the light emitting from it.

"Get down," Remus told Sirius, "before you-"

Just then, Sirius spun around in the air, one of his legs knocking over James's broom and a nearby pitcher of water, which hit the floor and shattered.

"-break something."

"MY BROOM!" James shouted, running over to protect it from further abuse. Unfortunately, he slipped in the puddle of water from the pitcher and the corner of the bed collided painfully with his groin area. "ARRRRRGH!" James doubled over, his hands on the front of his pants.

Shortly after that, many things occurred in very quick succession: Remus stepped forward toward James, but he lost his footing on one of his sheets that was lying across the floor and landed on his back. Peter finally found his wand and unlocked the closet door, which he happened to be leaning on, and soon found himself sprawled on the floor. Sirius gave a remarkably high jump and the back of his shirt caught on one of the bedposts. The door was flung open once more.

"It's almost time for – what the hell!"

Lily and Keegan were standing at the door, looking quite astonished. This was reasonable, as the sight before them was not what most would consider ordinary: Peter with chocolate all over his face laying half on the floor and half in Remus's closet, Remus in his boxers lying on the floor, Sirius dangling by his shirt by a bedpost, and James clutching his crotch.

"Is this some kind of bizarre orgy? Because if so, I'm not interested," Lily said with a disturbed expression.

"Hellooo ladies!" Sirius called, waving his arms around and causing shirt to rip. He fell out of it and landed on the floor in a heap.

"Lily!" James said, straightening up abruptly. "What are you doing here?"

"Well, we came to tell you it's almost time to head to Hogsmeade, but obviously you're too busy… er… what exactly are you doing?"

"Oh, erm," James began awkwardly, "funny story, that, actually. You see… uh, Sirius was on a sugar high, and he woke up Remus…" he spoke the rest in one breath, as though he wanted to clear up this situation as quickly as possible. "And then the smothering and the jumping and Peter came out of the closet and – oh, bollocks, wait, that sounded – "

Remus, Sirius, and James sniggered while Peter turned scarlet.

"I KNEW IT!" Keegan yelled, hopping on the spot victoriously. "Ha, pay up!"

Lily grimaced, pulled a galleon out of her pocket, and placed it in Keegan's outstretched hand. "You win."

"You were betting that I was gay?" Peter questioned furiously.

"Ah, so you don't deny it then!" Sirius shouted.

"I AM NOT GAY!" Peter screamed indignantly.

"Oh, sure, then what were you doing in Remus's closet?" Sirius smirked. "Sniffing his drawers? I always suspected you had a thing for him!"

"Aww, Wormtail has a little crush, how cute!" James cut in.

"I DO NOT!" Peter yelled. "I'll have you know I was eating his chocolate!"

"Oh, is that what they call it these days?" James said.

"YOU WERE EATING MY CHOCOLATE?"

And for the second time that morning someone was being tackled by Remus.

The next chapter shall be a continuation of this one, I believe. Yes, yes it shall.

And now I must away.

Fare thee well,

Kaci (aka ChocoTaco)