A.N. Yay it's a bit longer. We have a Peter apperence, but he is not portrayed as an incompitant jerk because if that was all he was the Marauders would not be friends with him. Once again read, review (with requests), and most importantly, enjoy.

Divination (Also known as the night something happened.)

Damn Divination! Why had he taken the class in the first place? Oh yeah because James had recommended it, said they should take it together. Now he wishes they hadn't, he wishes he had taken Arithmancy with Remus. Then they could be paired up right now, heads bent talking over some bit of parchment, and maybe he could turn his head at the same time Remus did, and maybe their lips could sort of meet, and maybe, just maybe, they might kiss…

…And maybe Slytherins were just misunderstood. He sighs and stares at the teacup. He's supposed to practice reading them but he needs a partner and James just had to get detention.

"What's the matter?"

Sirius drops the cup and looks up, startled. The object of his affections is staring down at him with a worried expression.

"Oh I- It's nothing. I just need somebody to read. Their tea leaves. I need to read somebody's tea leaves. For Divination."

"Oh, well then, I'll be happy to volunteer," Remus smiled sits down in front of Sirius who takes slightly longer then necessary in picking up the teacup. He finds the table quite adequate at hiding his blushing face. By the time he sits back up Remus has a kettle of boiling water and is holding out a couple leaves to drop in the cup.

There is silence for a few moments as the tea brews and Remus drinks it. Each teenager is studiously looking anywhere but at their crush, they haven't been alone together like this for almost two months. Sirius looks at his hands. He'd almost spoken up that night, but at the last minute had chickened out and gone to bed.

"Now what do I do?"

"Hmm?" Sirius glances up.

"I've finished my tea," Remus says, offering his cup towards Sirius.

"Oh you've got to stir it. Three times with your left hand," Sirius says, praying he remembered those instructions correctly.

Remus does so then Sirius takes his cup. "Okay you've got a heart, so that's love. Er- Are you going to fall in love?" Sirius looks up, hoping with all his heart that Remus will, indeed, fall in love and with him.

Remus blushes. "I'm already in love."

Sirius feels his heart shatter and finds he cannot bear to ask who the lucky lady is. A name would be indisputable confirmation that his dreams are ruined, which he doesn't think he could bear. "Oh, okay. There's a kind of sun in the heart, so you're going to be happy in your love soon. Congrats mate." Then he adds so soft that he's sure Remus can't hear it, "I'm happy for you, love. I just wish you had chosen me."

Remus picks up the last bit though, with that werewolf hearing of his. "Really?" he breathes.

Sirius stares at him like a deer in the headlights. "Really what?"

"I mean, do you- do you like me?" he sounds hopeful.

Sirius nods, his eyes never leaving Remus's face. And yet he is still surprised when Remus suddenly lunges across the table and capture his lips with his own. Remus taste like chocolate frogs and suddenly chocolate frogs are Sirius's favorite food. The teacup falls to the floor and shatters into a million pieces. The noise breaks them apart.

"I guess that's not such a good omen for our relationship," Sirius says, smiling, for what does he care for omens when everything he ever desired is in his arms.

"Actually at Jewish weddings they shatter a cup-" Sirius decides to shut him up with a kiss, because right now teacups aren't important.

"Finally!" A voice interrupts their kiss and Peter is standing in the portrait hole looking happy for them.

"What do you mean finally," Remus asks, blushing furiously. Sirius knows his own cheeks are flaming red.

"I mean you two have been sneaking glances at each other for the whole year and if you hadn't done something soon I would have been forced to lock you both in a broom cupboard."

"Oh," Sirius blushes some more. Was it that obvious? "Do you thing James knows?"

"James is too busy starring at Evans. Don't worry, I won't tell him."

"Thanks Peter. Er- you don't mind, do you?"

Peter shrugged, "Long as it doesn't make things uncomfortable I say go for it. I just want you both to be happy."

"You're a great friend Peter."

Years later Sirius will laugh bitterly at those words; all the dementors have left him of this most precious of memories. But later he'll find the memory is not gone, just tucked safely away close to his heart, where no number of dementors can make it fade. And he'll thank whoever's up there for the blessing of this one perfect memory.