AN: Here it is! Don't own any characters! Enjoy!
James and Sirius would spend a fortnight as each other, regardless, now telling one of their professors would be the sensible thing to do, but they didn't do that. James decided on a plan that would fool anyone, even Lily.
'James, what if someone notices?' Sirius voiced as they neared the Gryffindor common room, making sure they didn't run into anyone yet.
'They won't' James grinned and held out his hand for Sirius to take, with great reluctance they called a permanent truce between one another, little did they know that the next two weeks would replace their friendship with something much stronger than the friendship they had had.
Sirius awoke in James' bed and was rudely awoken by a pillow in the face, Sirius groaned and rolled over, the two pillow holders looked anxious and tried hitting him again and this time they shouted.
'James, Quidditch practice!! Its Sunday!'
Sirius sat up, holding his head, he ran his fingers through short thick hair, he missed his own thin weightless length of hair terribly, and it was only the first day of being James!
'What?' Sirius said groggily
Remus and Peter exchanged glances and turned to face who they thought was James
'Its Sunday James, Quidditch, and Lily, shes waiting for you at the bottom of the stairs to walk you down,' Remus told who he thought was James, Sirius groaned then he sat right up as thought electricity was coursing through the bed sheets.
'I can't do it,' he said
'I think you should give it a miss today,' Peter chuckled 'I think you're delusional'
'But I can't, Remus, where's James, I mean, where is Sirius?' Sirius urged Remus
'He's actually out of bed,' Remus laughed 'downstairs talking with Lily for a change,'
Sirius dressed quickly and hurried down the stairs to see James talking flirtatiously with Lily, Sirius smiled as he joined them both, and with great effort he put an arm round Lily, the look on his own face, the smile on Sirius' body face, fell and twitched ever so slightly.
'Something wrong, Padfoot?' Sirius asked a miserable James
'No,' James said quickly, 'nothing at all,' and he followed the pair down to the Quidditch pitch, Sirius fell back a little to talk to James urgently.
'James, we have a situation,' Sirius told him, whilst James continued to be jolly all the way down to the field 'I can't fly, I haven't flown since first year!'
'You'll get the hang of it Padfoot,' James smiled, as they neared the changing rooms he smiled even more 'you go play Quidditch and I an go sit with my girlfriend for a change,'
'Prongs!' Sirius called after him and then remembering he had to use his name, 'Padfoot!'