I can't believe that it's been so long since I wrote anything. To anyone still reading this, I AM SO SORRY! I do have somewhat of an excuse…but I doubt anyone cares…actually I really don't other than I'm just a lazy ass…. So, ON WITH THE BLOODY SHOW AT LAST!

Remus closed his eyes. He didn't want to have this conversation. There were a million things he would prefer to undergo rather than this, including transforming, something he always dreaded as each full moon neared. But he had no chance to evade what he knew to be inevitable, after all the boys were roommates. So he decided that he would get over with as soon as possible, so as not to prolong the pain that he knew that he would soon be feeling. Straitening his shoulders, he stiffly turned to face Sirius, his features as blank as he could make them. The tension in the air was palpable, making the small hairs on the back of his neck stand at attention. He knew what Sirius was going to say just by looking into those usually mischievous and mysterious eyes, which were now unguarded. He didn't want to hear it. He didn't want pity and he sure as hell didn't want to hear any sort of apologies. Fuck, he just didn't want to hear it now, he wanted to be left alone so that he could sulk properly and think of many vindictive things do to Charlotte (not that he would actually end up doing any of them, but think such things always made him feel better). He decided that silence would be the best policy, just let Sirius talk himself in circles, as he was wont to do, rather than attempting to cut him off. When Sirius was intent on something trying to deter him was futile. The Marauders all knew how appropriate Sirius' Animungus form was, even if he protested it. He was like a dog with a bone; he wouldn't give up until he got what he wanted. Remus fixed his gaze on the small scar Sirius had right below the inner corner of his right eye. A nifty trick James has taught him when Sirius was determined on talking when he didn't want to listen, was to focus on this scar and let his voice fade out. Your gaze was just close enough to his eyes to make him think that you were looking at him. James had been doing this trick ever since he met the proud boy, and Sirius was none the wiser for. As long as he did this he wouldn't… he didn't even know what he was so afraid of, he just knew he was scared shitless by the thought of hearing Sirius out.

Sirius was sweating. He could feel the beads of perspiration begin to form on his forehead and mid-back. He unclenched his hands, he couldn't remember when he had clenched them, and resisted wiping them on his pants. Why the hell was he so tense? This was only Remus; it shouldn't be so hard to talk to him. Well, maybe it shouldn't but that didn't change the fact that it was hard to talk to him. His shoulders reflexively tensed when Remus stiffly turned towards him. Remus was as tense as he was, probably more so, and knowing that helped him to relax a fraction (though he told himself that it shouldn't). Remus' tension showed that he cared, that he was as concerned as Sirius. Knowing he wasn't alone in this helped him more than it should have, but that's how it always was. He was fine as long as he knew that he wasn't confined or alone. He stood there for a moment trying to think of how to start this conversation. He looked up at Remus, looking to him for a hint as how to handle this awkward conversation. That's when he noticed the movement of those knowing eyes and frowned. Damn James to hell for teaching him that trick, it annoyed the shit out of him. Usually he was too caught up in what he was saying to notice or care that his audience was less than fully attentive and enthused.

"First off, quit it Moony." Remus looked startled by the opening sentence as well as the frown that his friend had donned. Great job, Sirius, great way to start off by barking at him. Way to go.

"Quit what?" Remus looked slightly puzzled, which partially aggravated him. After all, just how dense did they think he was?

"That whole 'Let's-look-at-Sirius'-scar-to-make-him-think-we're-listening-while-our-mind-is-really-off-in-La-La-Land'." Sirius placed his fists on his hips.

Remus couldn't stop the small smile that broke out on his face (although he did manage to suppress the chuckle) at the combination of the terminology used and the way Sirius was bearing a striking resemblance to a mother scolding her naughty child.

Sirius glowered a bit longer before he sighed and let a small smile escape him. He could just imagine how he had looked to Remus just then. He shook his head ruefully and looked into the now smiling eyes of his friend. "What are we doing Remus? Here we are ready to bolt at any chance we get when normally we could spend hours in each others company without saying a word. What made us like this? What change Moony?"

Remus hung his head and Sirius resisted the urge to grab him and try to comfort him. "I'm sorry…" The words were barely more that a whisper but Sirius heard them as if the had been yelled. Anger boiled up from the pit of Sirius' stomach as he strode across the room to his pitiful looking friend. He'd be damned if he allowed Moony to wallow in guilt that shouldn't even exist, he was going to fix this.

Remus kept his head low as he whispered an apology to Sirius. Not that it was enough, the only thing else he could offer was a vow that he would never be near Sirius again. Not only was that impractical but Remus knew he would die if he could never be near Sirius again. Not die as in physical death, no much worse would be the emotional and spiritual death that would occur. He heard Sirius's long strides towards him and kept his head down. No doubt Sirius was pissed as all hell at him. Sirius stood in front of him, nearly yelling as he begun to tell him off for being sorry. But he didn't listen to his rants, for he knew that Sirius was wrong. It was his fault and he was the one to blame. Why the hell couldn't Sirius blame him like he should, then they could get pass all this.

Remus' thought process ceased entirely as he felt Sirius grab his chin and force him to look at him. He couldn't help being entranced by the fire in his eyes as Sirius glared at him.

"Maybe this is the only way to get you to listen to me." Sirius all but growled at him. Remus eyes momentarily widened at the fierceness of his tone, he couldn't help but be turned on by Sirius aggressiveness.

Sirius searched his eyes momentarily before crushing their mouths together.

Lily couldn't believe that she was doing this. She was actually was searching for James Potter. That stupid loudmouth, where the hell was he? The braggart always seemed to be about whenever she didn't want him anywhere near her (such as when she was attempting to get a date he always seemed about, threatening to hex any boy who would dare go out with her) but if she should ever actually need him he was elusive as a theastral. She sighed and shook her head, muttering about how stupid this was. She didn't even know what she was going to tell him. "So sorry Potter, but my roomie seemed to have forced herself upon your pal. If you need any help hexing her I have a few useful hexes you could use." God she was stupid.

"Oi, Evens!"

Leave Evens, before he starts to talk to you and you make a blooming fool of yourself. Just walk away. Come one, you can do it; you've done it countless times before just walk away as if you can't here him. Lily gave an inward groan as she felt herself turn in the direction of the energetic voice calling her name in the same manner he always called out to her. Damn the bastard for being so irrepressibly cute. Oh Merlin she did NOT just think that…James Potter and cute should NEVER be in the same sentence especially in her own head. James was literally bouncing up to her as she continued to mentally curse her mind.

The bastard was practically gloating as he said, "A little birdie told me that you were looking for me." Merlin, only James could constantly piss her off.

"Yes I was Potter."

"Why?"

"Obviously I wanted to talk to you, you bloody nitwit."

"You finally decided to go out with me?"

"Not in this life time nor the next."

"So than what could you possibly want?" He almost sounded curious.

"Can we talk in private? I kinda don't want to talk where other might here." She shifted feet nervously.

James frowned for a moment, obviously thinking. "I know. Meet me on the third floor, the class room left of the bust of Merlin in fifteen minutes." He began to walk away.

"Wait!" He stopped and turned slightly, waiting for her to continue. "Why do I have to meet you there in fifteen minute of all things, let's go now." She put her hands on her hips. If there was one thing Lily Evens hated it was letting someone else have the last word, in anything. And there was no way in Hell she was ever going to let James Potter tell her what to do without a damn good reason. After all, a girl's got her pride, you know.

James smiled sadly at her. "We've just been seen together Evens, if we disappear together rumors will spread. I know you don't want that. So don't worry." James dropped the act he was always putting on in front of people and showed the intelligent and caring individual that hid beneath the arrogant ass most knew him as. Lily couldn't help but feel a tug at her heart as she looked at him, his face held a look of defeat. She couldn't believe that this was the same boy who seemed to exist only to torment the life out of her. Of course somewhere in the recesses of her mind a little, obviously more sane, part of her was jumping up and down and screaming that this was merely a ploy, or something that was induced by the moment. James would go back to being his priggish self in moments and she was being a fool. But this part of her was very small and the rest of her, the very large rest of her felt sympathy for the boy, for after all to have your heart continuously trample on for years hurt, no matter how thick your skull was. She felt herself leaning towards him, her sane little self screaming and shrieking for all it was worth (which was apparently not very much indeed).

"Uh…Evens?"

She froze; startled out of the semi-hypnotic state James bit of vulnerability had placed her under. James was looking at her with utter bewilderment. He had no idea what had been going on in her head (thank Merlin) for if he had he would have found out just how close she had come to kissing him. A brilliant blush stained her normally fair cheeks, the red only overshadowed by her hair, and she suddenly found the tiles of the floor utterly fascinating. She began stammering, her face burning brighter with each passing second, "R-r-right, the Merlin of bust, left. Fifteen minutes. Gotcha." With that she bolted in the opposite direction.

James watched her go in complete and total bewilderment. What the bloody hell had just happened there. "I'm going to be driven insane by all this." He muttered to himself, getting odd looks from two passing-by students. He glared at them, Hufflepuffs it looked like, and the scurried off without a backwards glance. He started making his way towards the agreed upon meeting place, taking a rather scenic route. He began reviewing everything in his head, after all if he was going to be going insane he should at least have a clear notion as to why. First off there was the Sirius and Remus drama. Then there was the Charlotte problem, which tied into the S-n-R drama. Then there was the fact that Evens had been looking for him, something he attributed to the Charlotte factor of the equation. But then there was Evens queer behavior to which he could accredit nothing. For Merlin's sake, it had looked at one point that she was going to kiss him. What the fuck was that all about? As he rounded a corner he decided to give up deciphering Evens strange behavior of late and focus on the task at hand; how to eliminate Charlotte without getting expelled. After all, if all women were as confusing as Evens it's no wonder Sirius chose blokes.

James glanced across the courtyard and spotted Peter. They looked at one another before Peter nodded slowly and got up from his seat (he had been flirting with a rather pretty Hufflepuff, as one of the benefits to being a Marauder was a high level of popularity with the opposite sex. Even if you looked like Peter) and began to cross the courtyard to join his mate. They were at a bit of a disadvantaged when it came to dealing Charlotte what was due, since they were down two and the two they were down were the best schemers of the lot. James knew that there was no way he could ask either Sirius or Remus for aid in this, Sirius was too busy trying to reconcile with Remus and Remus was to damned nice. He smirked as he realized something.

"Wot you so happy about Prongs?" Peter asked looking up at the evil grin that had suddenly blossomed across James' face.

"We've got Evens."

"Not following here."

"We've got Evens on our side against Charlotte, and I'll bet we've got the rest of her roomies as well."

Peter apparently was taking too long to process this for James satisfaction.

"It means that bitch will never know what hit her. After all, it's well known that girls are a hell of a lot meaner than guys could ever dream of."

Peter looked at James as an identical grin began to make its way across his pudgy face. They continued on their way to meet with their unexpected ally. Anyone who saw the expressions that graced their faced had to work hard to suppress a shudder, even the teachers, for when a Marauder looked like that there was evil afoot.