AN: I'm so freaking sorry that this took so long for me to write and upload...life causght up to me and wouldn't let me go...also anyone who likes this fic should be very grateful to Miss Moonlight, cause her review kinda woke me up and got me working on this again. till next time...

"Just incase you didn't know, I officially hate Potions." Gina groaned as she fell upon her bed.

Sam looked at her watch (a Christmas present from Lilly), it was 11:44.

"You're back late." Lilly remarked not looking up from her book.

Morgan replied instead of Gina. "Yeah well, we weren't exactly sure where to start in terms of research for this thingy," She gestured towards the rolls of parchment that Gina had scattered on the floor. She shrugged, "So we spent twice as much time just trying to get started."

Sam sighed as she turned over in her bed. She was trying yet again to go to back to sleep. First Charlotte had been bouncing about, then Lilly came storming in and she was forced to endure a long winded rant about Potter. Now Gina and Morgan had returned and the noise level had risen another notch. Sleep was hopeless in this dorm sometimes. She glanced about, "Hey, you guys seen Charlotte?" The prima donna of their dorm was missing and Sam couldn't help feel wary about her absence.

Just then the dorm door flew open to reveal a furious Charlotte. "Speak of the devil." Lilly muttered.

"Literally." Gina and Sam chimed in.

Morgan rolled her eyes at her dorm mates. Honestly they could be so immature at times, well so could she but who was really keeping track anyways? "Hey Char," She smiled at the girl, "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong?" Charlotte hissed and Morgan regretted opening her mouth, "I'll tell you what's wrong. That bloody Pettigrew is what's wrong." She stormed over to her bed and sat heavily upon it, waiting for someone to prompt her to continue. The four girl looked at each other and merely returned to what they had been doing. Upon receiving no encouragement, Charlotte merely blazed on with her rant. "I mean that little squirt had to come in and drag off Siri," The other girls struggled not to laugh at the nickname Charlotte had given Black, since he would throttle her if he knew, "just when it was getting good."

Gina looked at her skeptically, "Excuse me, did you say 'getting good'?"

Charlotte tossed her hair. "So what if I did?"

Sam snorted. "Cause that phrase should never be in the same sentence with Sirius Black in reference to you. I mean the only way you would ever get anywhere with Sirius Black is if you forced yourself on him." Charlotte huffed and stormed off. The four remaining girls stared at her.

"Oh my god, she did force herself on him didn't she?"

The four girls looked at each other with identical looks of horror, though there was humor hidden beneath their gazes. Knowing there was really nothing to be said, since all were of the same mind in this instance, conversation was halted and the girls philosophically decided to attempt to go to sleep (thank god tomorrow was the weekend), each knowing that Charlotte was in deep shit. Really deep shit. Cause you don't mess with a Marauder and come out of it smelling like roses, more often than not you would smell like several foul substances that will not me named here.

James yawned and stretched as he left dreamland and reentered reality. Damn that had been a nice dream, involving the two loves of his life, Quidditch and Lilly. He sighed as he reached for his glasses when his hand came into contact with a substance sharing a remarkable resemblance to hair. Just as he was about to yelp in surprise a pudgy hand clamped down over his mouth, muffling any noise.

"Shhhh!" James heard from beside his bed as he was handed his glasses.

Putting them on he turned to the source of noise and the owner of the hand. Peter was crouched by his bed, apparently waiting for him to wake. Peter jerked his head first towards Remus, who was still in a deep slumber, and then towards the door. James, although it was all to early for him to catch any subtleties that Peter was trying to impart on him, figured that Peter wanted him to be quiet and follow him. Since he was only half awake at best he figured that he should just toss on some clothes and stumble out to the common room. Alrighty, he could handle that much coordination, he hoped.

Peter shifted his weight nervously as he waited for James to get himself semi-up and about, praying that the light sleeping werewolf wouldn't awaken just yet. There were things to be set in motion before Moony should catch wise. He just barely suppress a snicker as he watched James stumble about, knowing that no one would be able to recognize this bumbling lump for the Great James Potter, one of the best Seekers Hogwarts had seen in some time. If only he could take a wizard picture of him like this, what great material he would have, lord knows Sirius would pay for a copy. As his thoughts drifted to Sirius he thought of the current predicament. There was a lot to do and not much time to do it, not to mention it would all have to be done discreetly, since discovery would mean, at the least, major point deduction and at the most expulsion. Seeing that James was ready to face his fellow Gryffindors and adoring fans, Peter held the door open for him so that they could both exit the dorm in relative silence. Casting one last glance at his sleeping friend he let the door swing softly shut.

James stifled a yawn as his friend shoved some food in his direction. "Alright Wormtail, what's so important that you had to wake me up at this ungodly hour." The last portion of his complaint was muffled be the toast he was currently stuffing in his face.

Peter rolled his eyes as a sign of pleading to any higher power that might be watching. "James, it's eight in the morning, half an hour later than the time we usually get up. Any the reason we had to get up early wa-"

"Yeah, but it's the weekend." James' voice hinted at a whine.

"So, you've been known to get up at six for Quidditch practice. Anyhow, back to what I was saying-"

"Peter," alright he was definitely whining now, "That is all the more reason to take advantage of my free weekends and sleep in as late as humanly possible."

Peter decided that no deity was going to take pity on him and deliver him from the whines of a 16 year-old boy and thus he would be forced to do something before he lost all semblance of sanity. Looking around, an idea sprung upon him and he grinned evilly, knowing that James was to engrossed in his food to notice anything else. He leaned across the table to whisper in his friends ear. "Hey Prongs, Lilly's coming this way." He leaned back just in time to avoid be hit with the hand that automatically went up to ruffle his unruly hair as hazel eyes darted about in search of said red-head. Peter could barely contain his glee as he watched his friend abandon all pretenses and start to stand up, search the varied groups of students for any hint of red.

Upon sweeping his gaze throughout the Great Hall numerous times to find nothing, James sat down with a sigh of defeat. Until he noticed his companions obvious mirth. Realizing that he had been played the fool he settled for merely glaring at the pudgy blonde as he sulking-ly went back to his breakfast.

"Now, if you're ready to listen," He waited until James had nodded (still sulking) before he continued talking. "I got you up this early cause you know Remus would stop us if he heard us planning something." Peter watched James intently, his beady eyes scanning his face to gage some sort of reaction. It was almost comical to watch the understanding dawn in James hazel eyes.

"Right then," James began, shoving his plate away to lean closer to his fellow conspirator. "This is what we'll do..."

The two boys spent the better part of the morning engaged in plotting the downfall of one of the most annoying students in the school.

Sirius blinked lazily as he emerged from dreamland. He looked about him in sleepy stupor, before realizing where he was. After all the infirmary was like a second room for him and James, well more James than him. What did confuse him was the lack of pain that he usually felt upon waking, no matter what Madame Pomfrey had up her sleeve there always a bit of throbbing the morning after. He sat up cautiously and noted that there was no onrush of nausea. Alright no alcohol involved, that was positive, at least he thought so. He closed his eyes and rested his head upon his folded arms, which where in turn resting on his knees, in a vain attempt to recall what in Merlin's name had occurred that he would be in the Infirmary. He opened his eyes as his brain registered a course material rubbing against his slightly rough cheek. Lifting his head slightly he saw that his upper arms where both bandaged with a bit of blood soaking through. There where four spots of blood on the outer part of each arm and one spot on the inner. His eyes widened as the events of the preceding night came rushing back to him. Started to get out of bed, looking down to discover the whereabouts of his shoes, when a kind yet firm hand stopped him. He looked up to see the motherly face of Madame Pomfrey looking at him, sadness etched in the premature lines that graced her face. He allowed himself to be push back down upon the bed, his features not even attempting to hide his puzzlement.

"Sirius, dear," she trailed off, as if she didn't know just how to begin.

"I need to see M-Remus." His blue eyes were filled with pleading.

"I'm afraid you can't right –"

"What happened? Is he hurt? Where is he?" Sirius shot up, his face taking on a frantic expression.

Madame Pomfrey held up her hand as a sort of calming apology. "It's not that, it's just Professor Dumbledore thought that it would be best if we were to talk to you before you saw Remus again."

"Why do you need to talk to me, it was just an foolish thing, nothing to be all that worried about."

Pomfrey sighed as she sat down beside her young charge. This was not going to be pleasant for any of the parties involved. "Sirius, Remus has a...condition... that is transferable. This dare or whatever it was that really happened nearly caused Remus to transfer his condition on to you, something that would not only be extremely dangerous for everyone involved but also extremely traumatic. Do you understand, Sirius, the danger you placed yourself in at the expense to you roommate?" She wished she could delve further into it, but was unsure of how much she had permission to tell him. As she was searching for a way to phrase what she wanted to say to him, without making any slip ups, she heard a quite mumble come from the bowed head beside her. "What was that dear?"

"I know."

"I know you know, but I just don't think you understand just how-"

"No Madame Pomfrey, I know. About Remus, about his "condition" all of it. I know."

She was a bit shocked at his admission, though hardly surprised that he had figured it out, after all he was one of the most clever students Hogwarts had seen in a while. "How long have you known?"

"James and me figured it out in our second year. We asked Remus about it, well more like confronted him about it, and he confirmed our theory."

"I see." They both sat in relative silence for a few moments, Sirius allowing Pomfrey to digest exactly what he had said.

Sirius broke it first. "That's why I need to see Remus, to make him understand that it's all ok, that nothing bad happened and everything is fine." Sirius saw the obvious relief in Pomfrey's expression when he finished. Evidently she thought he would have rejected Remus had he known about the whole werewolf thing. He couldn't help but feel a bit affronted at this, didn't she have a better opinion of him than he was the type to ditch a pal once something disagreeable came up? But that was something to ponder at another time, now he needed to talk to Remus before the boy did something stupid, something that Sirius himself wouldn't even do (and that's saying something).

Pomfrey noticed the boy's frequent not-so-subtle glances at the door and sensed his need to escape the ward. After all, he had more important things to do than wait for Dumbledore come and inform him of something he already knew. She stood, a small smile upon her maternal features, and nodded at him before leaving herself to inform Dumbledore of the turn of events. Sirius nearly leaped from where he was sitting and bounded from the ward, plowing into numerous schoolmates without a care nor a glance in their direction in their direction. Considering that it was a rather normal occurrence for a Marauder (or several) to be bounding from place to place at top speeds none of the unfortunate students to have gotten in the way of Mr. Black gave it a second thought. They merely treaded with a bit more caution so that if another student should follow in either accompaniment or in pursuit of the handsome Gryffindor.

Back in the dorm of the four most mischievous students to have ever blessed the halls of Hogwarts, the young werewolf stood staring out at the Quidditch field, where the Hufflepuff team could be seen hard at work. It was a stunningly beautiful day, perfect for just about anything a young boy, on the way to being a man, would desire to do. In fact several students were out and about, enjoying the good weather while it lasted, for soon Autumn would set in her bitter wind that lashed out at those you dared venture out of doors. Yet his thoughts were far from the lighter thoughts of his mates.

Remus was thinking how long he would be able to live on his own and keep the knowledge of his "condition" a secret. Only two other occasions had he seriously thought of running away, the first was after his dorm mates revealed their knowledge to him in their second year, yet before they showed him that they would neither abandon nor ridicule him. The second had been after Sirius pulled his prank on Severus, for Remus had forgotten how dangerous he could be, after he had been lulled into a false sense of security by his friends through their nonchalant attitude towards the whole affair in general. He knew it was really useless for him to think about leaving, he never would as long as he was welcome here. He was too much of a coward, to scared of being alone, to actually take the initiative. Perhaps that's why he had forgiven Sirius far sooner than he let on about the whole Snape episode. And why he allowed himself to be dragged into prank after prank because, in the beginning at least for by now being a prankster was an inseparable part of his nature, of his fear of rejection. That these wonderful friends, whom he often felt he didn't deserve, would leave him. As ludicrous as that notion was, no amount of logic could banish it from his mind. Remus had learned quite early that it is one thing to tell yourself the logic of a situation and another thing entirely to regard a situation with logic rather than emotion.

Well it didn't matter now, he thought morosely, for even on the slim chance that Sirius will have anything to do with him in the future any hopes of something more were completely shot to hell. What was he thinking? "Something more"? Was he nuts? He nearly transferred his curse on to the person who meant the most to him in the world and he was thinking of having a romantic relationship with him. He rested his forehead against the cool glass of his dorm window, thoughts racing through his head and none of them pleasant. He had no idea what to do when he saw Sirius again, what to say that would some how make things ok, or at least a semblance of what they were. His thoughts were scattered at the sound of the door to the room squeaking slightly as it was opened. He closed his tired eyes figuring that it was Peter or James to do Merlin knows what (those two were up to something he knew that) until the scent of the person reached his sensitive nose. It smelled of cinnamon and ginger with an underlying scent of rich chocolate. To finish off the intoxicating scent it was laced with the scent of sex and danger, causing even the wildest of animals to give its owner some amount of grudging respect. He stiffened as he was addressed by the intruder in a voice that would make even the most stoic of old maids swoon to be addressed in such a tone.

Sirius Black gazed at the rigid figure of his friend as he softly called out to him. "Moony?"

mwahahahaha i like to think that i am evil...