...I think, this is gonna be focused mostly around the Marauders as I can't really seem to think about what the others should actually do. Never mind that! Here is your sixth chapter people. XD Thanks so much to those of you who read this fic and review it, it means a lot to me. XD

Sirius was lounging on his bed, eating chocolate frogs, every so often throwing a pillow or two James' way. Eventually he finished off his chocolate frogs and got bored, as he was oft to do. He was even the slightest bit tired. It was amazing, really, the energy Sirius had. He could sleep few hours during the night, and be awake until the wee hours of the next morning. Of course, on the weekends, he slept in until very late.

While Sirius was lounging about on his bed, James was sitting up right on his bed, flipping through an old Quidditch book, eating an Every Flavor Bean every so often, of course he got hit with a pillow once or twice before he ended up finally throwing them back while trying to read and eat his candy at the same time. Even though he had only gotten into the common room moments ago, from doing what he didn't say, he was completely full of energy, do to a cup of coffee he had about twenty minutes ago. Unlike Sirius, when James fell asleep, he really slept, and it was almost impossible to wake him up the next morning.

Sirius suddenly turned into a dog on his bed, showing off. It was what he did. Besides, it was only himself, James, Peter and Remus around anyway. He leapt off his bed, making the floor reverberate as he hit the floor. He was a very large dog, and when stretched out, he took up his entire four-poster bed. Therefore as a dog, he weighed quite a bit. He began to snuffle through Peter's belongings, in search of more chocolate or any other candy. It was handy having a dog's snout sometimes.

When his best friend turned into a dog, James simply laughed and threw a pillow at him before eating two jellybeans at the same time, wrinkling his nose at the strange taste; grass and bubble gum. His eyes quickly scanning the pages of the book, actually reading, James hardly paid attention to anything Sirius was doing at the current moment, be it that he knew full well that he was sniffing out more candy. When James heard a thud from under Sirius bed he rolled his eyes.

Peter certainly enjoyed those evenings; they spent in their dormitory a lot more than midnight strolls around the castle or grounds. Of course, he never failed to set off too when his friends did, but, to be honest, it didn't bring that much enjoyment to him as it seemed to bring to James and Sirius.

Only partly aware of Remus habitual fussing around the room, Peter lay on his stomach on the four-poster bed with his eyes fixed to the open book, its pages' corners marked with various sketches. Rationally enough he always tried not to draw or sketch in front of them. Peter certainly didn't want his sketches hung around the common room.

Casting a quick glance at the large black dog, Peter grinned. "I don't have anything," he muttered when the dog started searching for something, which of course was more candy, through his belongings. He didn't mind such Sirius's behavior and even if he did, the boy would never tell him that. After five years Peter was used to it and didn't even think about things being different. It has become a routine and routine was enjoyable.

Finding nothing (the other boys hid their candy well from Sirius, for this very reason), he crawled under Peter's bed, then back to his own bed. He snuffled around under his own bed, and sneezed when he found an old bag of dung bombs. This caused him to hit his head on the bed springs, making him blink a few times. He groaned and crawled out from under the bed, batting the old bag of dung bombs with his paw. There was no way he was carrying that with his teeth.

He transformed back, and he grinned triumphantly, despite the goose-egg forming on the back of his head. "Ah ha! I knew I had some around here somewhere," he said, grabbing the dung bombs. "And these ones are really old. They'll be perfect for the Slytherins."

"Good job," James said with a grin as he looked up, chewing on a butter flavored bean. "Should use them on those cousins of yours," he snickered, flipping another page in his book, studying the moving picture of a Chaser flying around the posts, dodging what seemed to be a Bludger. He snorted softly when the Chaser in the picture was thrown off his broom due to impact with the Bludger.

Sirius shuddered. His cousins. How he loathed his cousins. Most particularly, Bellatrix. He wasn't sure what it was about her, but she was entirely too creepy. "Yeah, I can see Narcissa's face now," he said with a grin, brushing off the momentary thoughts. He preferred not to picture what Bella would look like if she found out that he'd set off a whole satchel of dung bombs in front of her. He wouldn't be surprised if she cast the Killing Curse on him right then and there.

Then Remus spoke and grabbed Sirius' attention entirely.

"...James, Why are their hearts on this book?"

"What!" Sirius leapt across his bed, towards James' and snatched the book from Remus' hand.

"What?" James choked, immediately looking up. However, it didn't help much. Sirius got to the book first. He groaned, loudly.

"L.E... L.E? Liza Evers? That Ravenclaw girl in seventh year?" Sirius said suspiciously, before it dawned on him. Then he burst into gales of laughter. "Potter! Potter loves Evans!" he said, collapsing onto his bed and clutching his sides from laughter.

Just as he thought. If it was possible, James' face paled and he slumped a bit on his bed. Oh, he wished that he could have just died right there. Why him? Honestly. He should have bought a new Charms book before the term. Oh, he should have. Again, he groaned, throwing yet another pillow at Sirius. "Sod off, will you?" He growled before popping two more jellybeans into his mouth.

"Oh man, Lily Evans. That's rich," Sirius said, before jumping up and snatching James' glasses and put them on his own face, before jumping onto his bed, and turning to Remus'. "Oh, Lily! I have only pretended to hate you since I first laid eyes on you, when the truth is... I... Love... You…" by this time, Sirius was laughing too hard, and with James' glasses on, everything was tilted and blurred, so it wasn't surprising when he slipped and fell off the bed.

It hadn't quite dawned on Peter which one Liza Evers was when Sirius exclaimed through laughter. "Lily?" Peter laughed too, scurrying across the room. Indeed, it was true. A bit confused he looked at James, who seemed to be willing to disappear. All this was too much than he could understand. Out of the four of them Evans seemed to dislike James the most and, honestly, he didn't have the friendliest feelings to her either.

Accompanying Sirius with laughter after the rather good imitation of James, Peter sat down with a flop on the nearest chair. It was far too exciting to come back to his corner, he thought as he broke into another fit of laughter as Sirius fell out of his bed.

"Argh, Padfoot, you ponce!" James groaned, his own vision suddenly blurred due to the oh so kindness of his best friend. He could only glare blindly at the other boy, just barely able to make out his figure without his glasses. Sad, really. He continued to groan, pinching the bridge of his nose, and closing his eyes as they were beginning to hurt without his glasses. "It's not funny!" Oh well, yeah it was. But not to James, not at the moment.

James sniggered when Sirius fell from the bed. "Ponce," he said, slipping off of his bed carefully, snatching back his glasses and quickly putting them back on before he took a seat on his bed once more. "Serves you."

Sirius grinned. "Oooh, does wee ickle Potter have a crush on a Prefect? I never thought I would see the day, and yet, here I am," Sirius said triumphantly, putting his hands on his hips and taking a stance like a super-hero. "Oi, Petey, send this in to the Daily Prophet wouldja? I'm sure it would make headline news. 'James Potter Falls In Love With Arch-Nemesis, Lily Evans.'"

James scowled. That's all he could do. One more reason why it was probably better to at least have some girl friends, and not just have a bunch of guy friends. However, he groaned once Peter had started laughing as well, only able to send the boy a glare out of the corner of his eye. "Does Potter have a crush on a Prefect," James scoffed, looking darkly at Sirius now. "Oh, what do you think? Peter, if you even think of sending that to the Daily Prophet, so help me I'll spell you to the inside of the Slytherin common room myself." He said, just barely able to get those words out without groaning again. Oh, god, he hated this.

Both Remus and Peter were laughing, which was only egging Sirius on. Poor James, really. He didn't deserve this kind of treatment from his best friend, but it was just the way Sirius was, and always would be. He turned into his dog form after James had snatched his glasses back, and jumped onto the his bed and then leapt from his bed to James' bed, which caused quite the incline in the mattress. He was a big dog. He then gave two loud barks, before turning back into himself, and wrapping an arm around James' neck.

James had just about been ready to say something to Remus before the dog form of Sirius leapt from his own bed on to James', causing the boy to almost topple off. He groaned before giving the dog a shove and glaring at him. He had actually turned away from Sirius before an arm wrapped around his neck. "You bugger," James groaned. "Geroff me."

"Sorry, Prongs," Remus laughed from here he stood. His body racked with laughter. He couldn't help but to feel sorry for his friend. Of course, he had nothing against Lily; she was a nice girl - always willing to help someone out when the need arose. But James and Lily? As far as he saw it, the two of them were always at each others throats, and to have James have a crush on her? It's defied the laws of nature!

Of course, Remus only truly felt sorry for James because of what all Sirius was doing. "Do you really feel that way, mate?" he asked, looking up, trying to wipe the sheepish grin from his face.

Sirius looked over at Remus and then back at James, waiting for an answer. He was curious, too, after all. "Yes, Prongs, do tell," he said, letting go of James before lounging backwards on James' bed, folding his legs at the ankles, and putting his arms under his head. "This is one explanation I'd love to hear. So - when did you first realize you were madly infatuated with Lily? I mean - it's no surprise, we suspected all along, but you were oblivious, of course…" Sirius said with a wide grin on his face. His long hair hung in his eyes, but he casually flicked it out of his eyes.

James scowled at the both of them, watching as Sirius lounged on his bed. He arched an eyebrow. What was it? Party on Potters life and bed night? Oh, how he just wanted to simply disappear at that very moment. Well, actually, he could. Though in all aspects, he would still be there. But hey, he could leave the common room undetected. Invisibility Cloaks were always good for something.

"Mid fourth," the boy said blankly, before he realized what he said. Well, wasn't that smart then? James glanced around the room, looking from Remus to Sirius, and finally to Peter before eyeing Sirius again. "Not one bloody word." James said, addressing all three of the boys. "'Else I spell the cloak and map up." He snickered. Both things of which were currently spelled away in a box in the bottom of his trunk for safe keepings. Typical, typical.

"Hey, Remus, take notes. We're going to have to write a book or something about this," he said, before pausing. "And when I say we, I mean you. I can't write worth shite anyway."

"Oh shut up, Pads," James grumbled shoving Sirius off of his bed. Reclaiming the space that had been taken from him, before reaching behind his pillow and tossing a chocolate frog at his bed. "Eat some chocolate, and keep quite over there."

Sirius only continued to laugh. "Mid fourth," he snickered. "Man, the things your learn about your best friend- Oh, look, it's Clone Boy. Whereya been, eh?" He said glancing up at who had just entered the room. He gave a smirk to Harry's confused look, and quickly scrambled back to his own back fetching the chocolate frog that James had thrown there. "Y'know, you just missed something very exciting."

James scowled. "Oh yes," he said with a roll of his eyes as he crossed his arms over his chest. "The highlight of the evening," he added with a grumble.

Harry, however, couldn't seem to gather what was going on. Yes, he had gathered that he had missed something; but he wasn't sure if he wanted to know what he had missed. The first thing that had slipped out of his mouth was a quiet 'er' before he cleared his throat again. "You didn't dress Peter in drag again, did you?" He asked, glancing at Peter out of the corner of his eyes. The smaller boy squeaked and flushed. Sirius once again exploded with laughter, exclaiming something to the extent of how that would wait until Friday.

Sirius waved his hands dismissively at Harry. "No, no, no," he said, his grin widening all the more as he saw James turn over on his side. "James, as it would seem, has a crush."

Harry shrugged. "Yeah, I know," he said bluntly, amused at the look the boy gave him.

"You knew?" Remus said glancing at Harry as he made his way back to his own bed. Harry shrugged.

"I'm related to him. It's in our blood," Harry replied simply before slipping out of the room again.

Sirius, Remus, and Peter at once exploded in a fit of laughter. James threw a pillow at each and everyone of them.

"Bloody buggers you lot are."