Hello Lovelies! Here's the next installment of my too-long One-Shot. I hope you like it! It's a bit longer than the previous one, so that's a bit better. The next one to come is quite long, and shall be posted as soon as I finish it up. I hope you like this. . . !

Sirius And Remus - Seven To One

Six - Six Drinks

It was Sirius' record. Six full bottles of firewhiskey consumed in one sitting, and he could still remember everything he'd done.

Gryffindor had previously won a particularly difficult Quidditch match against Ravenclaw in the Marauder's fifth year. Gryffindor had been slaughtered by the Ravenclaw Chasers through out the whole match, until their Seeker, Quinn Ryder, made a spectacular comeback, catching the Snitch before the opposite Seeker even realized it had been spotted.

In celebration, James and Sirius had been sent through the secret passages of the castle to Hogsmeade, to steal drinks for the party they'd decided to throw. They returned nearly an hour later, laden with nearly one eighty bottles of firewhiskey, shrunk to fit in their pockets.

"How do you guys always manage to nick that much alcohol without getting caught?" one of the older students asked, as the two boys walked through the portrait hole, emptying their pockets on the various tables through out the Common Room. The bottles returned to their normal size upon leaving the warmth of the boys' pants.

James smiled as a piece of silvery material that had been displaced when the firewhiskey was removed from his pockets, was tucked away. "We have our ways," he replied mysteriously, before reaching for a few bottles, giving two to Sirius, and keeping one for himself.

Sirius chuckled lightly as he moved away from the crowd getting their share of alcohol. Remus was seated in a chair away from the gathering, waiting for Sirius to join him, as Sirius always did.

"Here, Moony," Sirius said as he handed his second bottle of alcohol to Remus. He uncapped his own and promptly drained a quarter of the bottle, making a slight smacking noise as his lips were separated from the bottle.

The werewolf, being the proper one, sipped his firewhiskey slowly, savoring the taste a certain friend of his had him addicted to for nearly two and a half years. The only problem with this addiction: Sirius could hold his alcohol, while Remus. . . . Well, he was a different story.

A bottle and a half later, all dignity forgotten, Remus was begging Sirius for a dance. Lily Evans had brought her muggle record player down from her dormitory, and could now be found slurring her words as she tried to sing to the songs that played.

Waving a half empty bottle through the air, Remus yelled, "Come on, Sirius!" And with that, he jumped upon the center table, one arm outstretched in Sirius' direction, the other raising the alcohol to his lips. Sirius, who had already drank four bottles of firewhiskey, wasn't even going to try to protest.

Dancing was just one more thing Sirius could do well. Dancing was one of the few times Sirius felt truly alive, truly happy. And to be able to dance with Remus? What could possibly be better?

Draining the contents of his fifth bottle, Sirius tossed the bottle behind him, with a tinkling crash as it shattered on the floor. Without a backwards glance, Sirius bound upon the table next to his love, placing his hands upon those lovely werewolf hips, as Remus' arms snaked themselves around Sirius' slender neck.

A smirking James Potter was soon at the record player, switching the song for a slower one, before taking a seat next to a thoroughly pissed Lily Evans. Maybe this night would be lucky for more than just one love-sick Marauder.

With the change of tempo, Sirius and Remus stared deep into each other's eyes, erasing the presence of everyone else from their minds. Slowly, as though floating on clouds, the two began slowly rotating, their bodies moving closer together, until they were pressed against each other, arms entangling the other.

And all too soon, the song was over, the room was back, along with all the people who occupied it, all their eyes transfixed on the two boys in front of them. Suddenly aware of his peers, Sirius stepped from the table, dragging Remus with him. Seizing a sixth bottle of alcohol, the dark haired boy brought Remus to a vacated corner of the Common Room, as the rest of the Gryffindors went back to their drinking.

"Remus. . . ." Sirius began, pausing to take a swig from his bottle, "I. . . I think I love you." But it was too late. Remus was slumped unconscious on Sirius' shoulder; he hadn't heard a word of what was said, though it may well have been the most important thing anyone would ever say to him.

Sirius sighed wistfully, before downing the rest of his final bottle. A wave of undeniable tiredness overtook the love-sick Marauder, who soon found himself slumbering dreamlessly on his unknowing lover.

And when morning came, and all of Gryffindor awoke to stiff limbs, awkward positions, and hangovers, Sirius Black could remember all of the previous night's events; even after six full bottles of firewhiskey.

Well, there it is. The next part of my idea. I hope you understood it, and liked it! More will be out soon, I swear! PLEASE review! It makes me so happy! Honestly, it does!

Prongsie :)