I OWN SIRIUS HE IS MINE! apparently J.K. Rowling (would she please get a proper first name other than J? She sound like a MIB character) doesn't want him i have taken him and stuffed him in my dresser (i nolonger have a closet...it died) mwahahahahahaha!

That night peace reigned over the Gryffindor Tower as the children slept and dreamed the happy dreams that we are blessed with in our naive youth. A girl dreamed of kissing the boy she liked, while said boy dreamed of winning the World Cup. And in the dorm room of the fifth year boys a feeling of content bliss reigned over all. The stag alternatively dreamed of flying and of a certain red-haired, green-eyed girl. Next to him, in another bed, the rat dreamed of chocolate frogs, his not-so-secret weakness and of beating his friends in something. While a werewolf dreamed of his best friend, the dog dreamed of freedom. In another dorm, said redhead dreamed of hazel eyes sparkling with mischief, eyes that she could not place yet seemed disturbingly familiar. To her left a young rebel dreamed of her mother, dead these ten years, while two others dreamed of nothing but a land where we can only go in our dreams of youth. For as we age we forget the way and can never return, except for those who stay young at heart forever. Last, and unfortunately not least, a delusional brunette dreamed of a boy that would never be her if he had anything to say about it. Said girl awoke that morning with a renewed sense of vigor and a gleam in her eye that the rebel, turning to her redheaded best friend, knew meant trouble for all who were sorted into the noble House of Gryffindor.

The dormitory of the fifth year was engulfed in darkness a sleepy Sirius glad to note. Judging from the amount of noise in the common room breakfast was just being served. He sighed as he snuggled himself into a warmer more comfortable position. He heard a moan from a cross the room signaling the slow awakening of his best friend. Soft snores from somewhere on that side informed him of Peters continuous slumber. He listened, but failed to hear the deep breathes of the werewolf. "Whatever." He muttered, for at this point in the process of awakening, Sirius could care less if Snape came bounding in singing in only his underpants, as disturbing as a visual that was. Sighing with contentment Sirius began to drop back off into dreamland. Until he was rudely awaken by blinding sunlight in his face.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

"SHIT!"

"HOLY FUCK!"

A squeak was the only audible thing that came from Peter as the three boys, in their efforts to avoid the onslaught of sunlight, fell rather ungracefully onto the floor. Remus, standing over by the now open curtains, tried unsuccessfully to hold back his laughter at his friends reactions. The best was James, who was as blind as a bat, searching frantically for his wand or glasses, which ever he came across first, so that he could identify the offender and hex him to oblivion. Simultaneously they all got their bearings and looked towards Remus. Suddenly somewhere in the reassesses of his mind Remus heard a little voice go "Danger Remus Lupin, danger". That was all he could think before he was gang-tackled by his roommates. Unfortunately for him, he was ticklish and his roommates knew this very well. And thus the morning was wasted, forcing them to grab a piece of toast (two in Sirius' case) and run to their next class, which had to be Transfiguration.

Reaching the classroom with literally seconds to spare, Sirius and James (being the attention hogging boy that they were) plopped down loudly, while Remus and Peter tried to attract as little notice as possible. Professor McGonagall gave an audible sigh, for she, like everyone else in that class, was used to such entrances. Remus at least had the decency to look a bit abashed, while James and Sirius looked unconcerned and Peter was staring at them, to take his cues from them. The lesson began and proceeded like they always did. James and Sirius able to complete whatever the spell was on the first or second try, Lilly and Remus and perhaps another kid on the second or third, Sam on her fourth (for some reason it always worked out this way) and Peter just before the class was over, if then. Charlotte couldn't be predicted, but in this class she did astoundingly bad, even for her, so Professor McGonagall was trying to decided whom to pair her up with. Sirius paled considerably as McGonagall began to look between him and Charlotte numerous times, causing his friends and Sam (and Lilly inwardly) to try and discretely smother their snickering. Suddenly, just as McGonagall seemed to have reached a decision and was about to declare it. a hand shot up.

"Yes Mr. Pettigrew?"

"Professor, may I go and work with Sirius? I can't seem to get the hang of this Vanishing Spell and he's already figured it out and vanished his rodent."

McGonagall tilted her head in thought. After a few moments of silent appraisal, she nodded slightly adding, "If I see you two doing anything other than work, however, I will not hesitate to separate you both and take off points." The two boys nodded emphatically as Sirius shot Peter a look of gratitude. Peter simply shrugged it off with a wry grin, after all that's what they all did, they looked out for one another. James and Remus smiled at Peter's forward thinking, that was of course until McGonagall continued, "Miss Smithii, you may work with Mr. Potter for the remainder of the class. Mr. Potter please take your book and sit in the empty seat next to Miss Smithii." Both teens frowned at this arrangement, but one thing you learned one the first day of your first year was that you never argued with McGonagall, well not if you valued your life, which both James and Charlotte seemingly did. Grumbling James rose to accommodate the new arrangement amidst snickers. Passing Lilly, who was trying to look absorbed in her sleeping mole ("Lil' they are not that interesting" Sam muttered out of the side of her mouth) he straitened up a bit and puffed out his chest a little bit. Not that it was out of the ordinary. Remus rolled his eyes as he returned his attention to his book and mischievous little rat, trying very hard not to stare at the black haired boy who was trying to refrain from beating Peter over the head with his wand because of his incompetence to grasp the spell. Remus knew the only reason Sirius was refraining from this was because he didn't want to have to ask his parents to buy him a new wand. He smiled inwardly as Sirius began to not-so-subtly count to ten so that he would refrain from throttling Peter. It was just another ordinary day for the four boys.

Remus had found his dreams plagued with dreams of Sirius and that kiss they shared, more than they had been before. Before he would merely have a normal dream and Sirius would somehow insert himself into the dream, kiss him, and leave. Last night, however, he dreamed solely of Sirius and his dream had reached such a point that he had awoken himself. Thus why he was up so early, for when he awoke he had a "problem" that needed to be addressed. He sighed to himself, turning a page, when he received a harsh rap on the head. He yelped in pain and looked up into the offenders eyes while rubbing his sore head. Big mistake. He mentally smacked himself for looking Sirius full in the face after have those thoughts about him. Whatever his faults, and there were quite a few, he could be quite astute at reading peoples faces. Blue eyes sparkled with mischief as they looked down upon the offended werewolf. Sirius' face broke out into a smirk.

"Hey Moony, guess what we've got next?" At this point the look in his eyes were getting kind of scary. Remus had seen that look before and felt a surge of pity towards who ever was to be on the receiving end of whatever the blue-eyed imp was concocting in that twistin, evil little mind of his. "I suppose whatever we had yesterday." Remus said shouldering his bag.

"Oi! Prefect, Padfoot!" Both boys turned towards the voice, Remus scowling slightly. James merely smiled a too innocent smile, obviously he was in the know of whatever evilness Sirius was planning, "C'mon, we'll be late!" Without waiting for a reply, James and his shadow, better known to most as Peter, left the room as James tried to catch up with Lilly. They could here a faint "Oi, Evens! Wait up!" receding down the hall.

The two looked at one another. "He never gives up, does he?" Sirius asked, affection plainly showing for the boy that was like a brother to him.

Remus shrugged as they joined the masses heading for their respective classes. "I doubt it. James is quite like a bull dog, once he has his teeth into something he wont let go. Amazingly stubborn that one is." He inclined his head in the direction their friend had gone off in pursuit of his fair lass.

"I guess we all are, in our own way. Peter less so." Sirius remarked casually. Remus grinned at him, for he was glad to see Sirius giving Peter his due.

"You wanted to tell me something?"

"Oi, I forgot. Guess what class we have next?"

"Not in the mood to play you games Sirius, if you want I'll break out my schedule."

"Your no fun, Moony." He grinned devilishly, "Well I shouldn't say that, now should I? For last night you were quite-"

Sirius was cut off by Remus' hand clasping firmly over his mouth. A dangerous glint was in his eye as he pulled him into a empty hallway that apparently led to now where. "Don't you dare bring that up!" He whispered fiercely.

Sirius smiled apologetically, "Sorry Moony, old mate. Didn't know you would be so touchy. Wouldn't have done it if I did."

Remus shook his head, "It's...it's not that, just that I don't want all over the school."

Sirius emitted his bark-like laugh and gave Remus an incredulous look. "Moony, you don't think that by tonight everyone will know? I mean it wasn't as if it was we Marauders and Charlotte all alone by ourselves." Sirius gave a brief shiver at that thought, causing Remus to laugh a bit. "After all, my love life seems to be one of the hot topic of discussion you know, guess it's cause I'm so irresistible." Sirius sent him a winning smile.

"No, that because it changes more frequently than Jane Patterson changes socks you prat." Jane Patterson was the resident neat freak and was known to change her sock up to five times a day. "Scary girl that one is." he muttered. Sirius merely shrugged as he pulled aside a tapestry. Remus followed knowing that this passage would take them to their next class. They walked in silence until they reached the end of the passageway and Sirius felt the need to break it.

"Remus?"

Remus was a bit taken aback by the use of his real name, Sirius had rarely used it since finding out about his curse. "Yes?" He tried and failed to keep the apprehension from his voice.

"Were you serious, about what you said." Sirius seemed to be struggling to get the words out.

Remus was unnerved. Never had he seen Sirius look as uncertain as he did now. In all his years of knowing him, Sirius was forever emitting an aura of confidence, now it seemed to have dissipated. He closed his eyes as he replied, "Was I serious?" (although as soon as the words were out of his mouth he was mentally slapping himself for the lame pun). Stepped closer to him, feeling he was going to regret what he was about to do. Sirius looked at him, his eyes searching his face for a hint to what he was thinking. Remus muttered "Aw, hell." before he grabbed Sirius by his robes and pulled, crushing his mouth against the surprised boy's.

Sirius' eyes widen at the fierce kiss. He quickly adjusted to this new situation, allowing Remus to be in complete control. That was what he told himself anyhow. For he knew there was no way that he would be able to wrestle control away from Remus when he was like this. Meaning when he was obeying his more feral instincts.

The kiss was broken as quickly as it had been started. Both boys panted as they heard the sounds of their year-mates making their way to the classroom. "Remus..." Sirius began, but the other boy just shook his head.

"Later"

Sirius was about to argue when they suddenly heard "Oi, Evens! I said wait up! Jeez woman, you deaf?". The boys looked at each other and laughed to themselves. They waited until the noise of students had abated before stepping out of their short cut.

"That reminds me Padfoot. Why did you care so much about our class that we have in about, oh five minutes?" Remus asked, turning towards his friend.

A positively evil smirk planted itself on his handsome face as he said plainly, fingering his wand, "Him."

Remus turned only to see that behind him was none other than Severus Snape.