"Savour it, boys. This is the last time we'll be walking into the Great Hall at the start of a new school year."
James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew stood in the doorway of the Great Hall. It was the start of their seventh year, their last one at Hogwarts.
"The last time for all of us but one." Sirius wrapped an arm around Remus' waist, giving him a kiss on his cheek.
Remus chuckled a little as they all headed over to the Gryffindor table. "Padfoot, I've already told you so many times: no matter how much I want to be a professor here, I'll never be able to. I likely won't get any job. No one wants to hire anyone with a furry little problem."
"Well, I think you'll change that, Moony. I mean, who wouldn't want to work with someone so smart, kind, funny and undeniably cute and handsome." Sirius pecked Remus' lips as the four Marauders sat down.
"Get a room…" James muttered.
"We already have one, Prongs. The problem is, we share it with you two."
"James is right, though," Peter spoke up. "You're both really sappy."
Remus shrugged, resting his head on Sirius' shoulder. "We can't help it. After six weeks away from each other, we need to make up for our time apart."
James rolled his eyes. "Whatever. The Sorting Ceremony's starting."
The Marauders paused their discussion to watch as the new students were put into different houses. Dumbledore proceeded to do a speech on the rules the four Gryffindors knew off by heart, and had all broken. Then, finally, the feast appeared before them on their plates. However, just as they were about to load their plates and dig in, their cutlery abruptly flung itselves off the table, clattering to the ground.
James growled. "I bet it was Snivellus…"
The four of them bent over, going to pick up their cutlery. However, doing so caused them not to notice the potion vial being levitated over their table, and the liquid inside being poured into one of the four goblets of pumpkin juice. By the time the Marauders sat up, the vial had floated away and landed back in Regulus' hands.
"You going to tell me what that was?" Barty Crouch Jr whispered from where he sat beside him.
"Don't know. My parents told me to slip it to him without saying what it is." Regulus turned back to look at the Gryffindor table.
The Marauders just continued to eat and drink, the one with the spiked goblet not noticing a thing. Nothing appeared to be happening… It seemed the potion was a dud, which relieved Regulus a lot.
He kept an eye on them throughout the feast, and then Dumbledore's closing announcement. All the Marauders seemed fine. When the students were all dismissed to bed, Regulus kept his eyes on the four Gryffindors until they split, with the Slytherins heading down to the dungeon, the Gryffindors heading up the staircases.
When they reached the tower, the Marauders headed straight up to their dormitory. James, Remus and Peter collapsed onto their respective beds. Sirius led down next to Remus, the two immediately shifting and spooning.
"Have I mentioned I missed you, Moony?" Sirius asked before pecking a kiss on Remus' neck.
"You have, but I'm up for hearing it as many times as you want to say it."
"Well, then, I missed you so so much over summer… Prongs can vouch for me."
"It's true, he would not shut up," James spoke up from where he was changing into his pyjamas. "Now, I'm going to try and get some sleep. Unlike Peter, I cannot sleep through an earthquake. So, do me a favour and shut up."
Sirius and Remus cuddled silently as James and Peter fell fast asleep. Once they were sure the other two were out cold, they continued whispering sweet nothings to each other. As they did, they hardly acknowledged the fact they were pulling off each others robes, pulling off their t-shirts, and slipping their jeans off each other. Before they knew it, they were cuddled together in only their boxers.
Sirius traced his fingers over the scars on Remus' chest. "So… we haven't seen each other in ages… But we're both seventeen, we've been together four months now, and I really really like you more than anyone else I've ever dated…"
"Are you asking what I think you're asking?" Remus smirked. "Because… I was thinking the same thing."
Sirius grinned. Moments later, a silencing charm was up around the bed and the curtains of the four poster were drawn closed.