Disclaimer: Once again: characters don't belong to us. Dream doesn't either. The dream was taken from an eppisode of Gilmore Girls and was written by Amy Sherman-Palladino, we just added our own twist.

How to Make a Mutt

Ch. 5

Sirius snuggled deep into his bed that night, happy and content... and full, the fullness being the operative part. He sighed, digging himself a little nest and looking around. James in the bed to his left, Remus on the bed to the right. This was the life… you know… if it wasn't for all the learning…

Sirius woke up. It was a bright and sunny day. The birds were singing. Why was he up? AH-HA! The culprit! Sirius swung his arm, still heavy with sleep, and backhanded the ringing alarm clock into the wall.

Ah… that's more like it! He thought as he cuddled deeper into his pillow. Another alarm went off.

Sirius shot up, looking around in a haze of confusion and frustration. How did that damn clock come back from the dead?

He swung his arm about in the blind hope of coming in contact with the cursed clock.

Moony popped his head in the door.

"It's useless," he warned.

Sirius moaned and covered his head with his pillow.

"I've got fifteen hidden around the room. You may as well get up." Remus's head disappeared out the door again, and Sirius groaned. He got out of bed, followed his Moony down the stair, and took his seat at the kitchen table.

"And how are we this morning?" Remus asked, bending over to pat Sirius's bulging tummy.

"Sleepy," Sirius grumbled.

"Let it go."

"You let it go."

"No you!"

"No you!"

They smiled and kissed each other's cheeks.

"I made hot pockets, love," Remus said, serving up two steamy plates of hot pockets, one for Sirius and one for himself.

"Thank you," he smiled, scarfing one down. "After all, I'm eating for two!"

"Eating for three!" Remus said, lovingly caressing his check. The twins were due late fall.

"I love you…" Sirius smiled. He held out his hand, admiring the diamond wedding band. He had never been happier.

"I love you, too…" Remus replied. He slowly leaned in and gave him a soft kiss on the…

"AHHHRGGG!" Sirius woke up with a start, flying out of bed like a bat out of hell. He ran about the dorm, screaming incoherent gibberish. The other boys woke up.

"Sirius…?" James groped for his glasses. "What the bloody-?" He made contact and shoved them on his face. He looked around. Moony was up, trying to focus, as were most of the others.

Sirius ran down the staircase and into the bathroom and slammed the door with one final, "IDON'T WANNA BE A MOMMY!"

He began to furiously brush his teeth.

"Padfoot!" James shouted as he pounded on the door. "What happened?"

Sirius slammed his toothbrush down mid-brush and swung open the door just as Peter was coming down the stairs.

"OHMIGOD HE'S RABID!" Peter screamed, ducking behind the couch for protection. James shook his head and pulled Sirius back into the loo.

"What happened?" He clasped his hands on the shaking boy's shoulders. Sirius looked up, sweaty from the fear and running and hoarse form the screaming.

"I-it was terrible!" Sirius cried, clinging to James as his legs gave out beneath him. "It was a nightmare! I-I was married! A-and pregnant! W-with twins! How could I be pregnant? I'm a man, man! Last time I went to the toilet, I was a man! Men can't be pregnant! It's just not right! It's just wrong! It's not possible! It's unpossible!"

"Impossible," James corrected.

"Same thing! I don't care at the moment. I just wanna know: How can I – A MAN – be pregnant?"

James thought for a moment.

"Well, with some surgery, I don't see why-"

Sirius gave him a sharp blow to the back of his head.

"I didn't mean literally! It was hippothetical!"

"Hypothetical."

"Whatever!" Sirius cried. "And worst of it is I was married to-" He quickly covered his mouth before he let slip who it was.

"Who were you married to?" James pressed on.

Sirius shook his head, hands still over his mouth. He had to think fast.

"Come on! Tell me!" James attempted to pull Sirius's hands from his mouth, but Sirius wouldn't budge. "How bad could it be? It's not like you were married to Evens."

HA! A solution! Sirius slowly lowered his hands, a wild smile spread across his face.

"It wasn't Evens, was it?"

Sirius didn't say anything. His smile only grew.

"ASS!" James lunged to kick Sirius, but he ducked out of the way.

"Ok! Ok! It wasn't Evens!" Sirius said finally. James stopped his homicidal attacks.

"Then who was it?" James sat up, waiting to hear who it was.

"Truth-be-told I didn't see his face." The lie slipped out so easily.

"You didn't see his face?" James pauses… thinks… "Wait! Did you just say he?"

"Yes. He… as in it was a bloke!"

James took a moment.

"Well, that does make a little sense. How else would you get pregnant?"

Sirius's mouth dropped open. It's not that Sirius was homophobic or anything… it's just that he himself wasn't gay. But what surprised him was how well James was taking it.

"And besides, it doesn't mean anything, right?" Sirius asked hopefully.

"Of course! I told you you'd get nightmares from all those hot pockets."

AH HA! Revelation!

"There were hot pockets in my dream!" Sirius began to hop up and down. "And they were good! – I'm hungry."

"Breakfast doesn't start for another three hours. It's four o'clock in the morning," came a voice they recognized as Remus's voice. Sirius's heart sank. Did he hear what I said? was the first thing to come to come to his mind. In fact the gloriousness that is food left his mind at the mere sight of Remus. Sirius tried to clear his mind, get his hunger for food back. He had a different hunger now…

"B-but what about food?" he asked, trying to sound normal, like he didn't have a dream about being married – or even in love with Remus.

"Why don't you go down to the kitchens? The house elves haven't seen you in a while. They miss you," James suggested.

"I'm too week to go on my own. It's four in the bloody morning. I'm supposed to be asleep, not to be up for another four hours!" He thinks he's being a little too dramatic, but he doesn't care. Not right now.

"I'll take you," Remus offered. He didn't know why. It just came out. He couldn't help it. "To make… err… sure you don't fall from… err… lack of food."

"Ok… just take me there…" He will get to be alone with Remus. His Moony. This excites him, but he's not sure why.

They slipped under James's invisibility cloak and made their way down the dark, empty corridors to the kitchens.

"I hope there are chicken nuggets!" Sirius whispered excitedly.

"You are a madman." Remus replied. Sirius blushed as he felt the warm breath of his friend on his face. Why was he acting so bonkers? Sirius racked his quickly overheating brain. Each brush of the young boy's arms against his tingled – just like when his foot would fall asleep. He thought of Remus; his shaggy hair, his big, brown eyes, the faint scars on his face and arms and possibly other places, his tired, weary ways. All his wonderful imperfections.

"You alright?" Remus asked Sirius realized he was shaking.

"Hungry," he replied, shoving hair out of his eyes with an unsteady hand. What was happening to him? Sirius – the manliest manly-man ever to grace the presence of womankind!

Bloody pregnancy horomones!

Author's note: Yes this is where Sirius first realizes he might actually like his best friend. Let's see where it leads, shall we?
In other news: during study hall today, I marked and counted out how many chapters we have written (we've been writing it since the begining of the school year) and we have fourteen complete chapters and I have started the fifteenth. I feel so proud!... Now if only I'd get off my lazy ass and get them typed up and posted, right? Geh, am going as fast as school is allowing me! Pix still can't post due to getting a new computer and needing to re-install everything, so that'll take awhile. Will do my best at steady updates!