Author's Note/ Disclaimer
Alright, part three. It takes place during the Marauder's seventh year. More slash, so if you don't like, don't read it. I own none of the characters, and the lyrics are from "Why Should the Fire Die" by Nickel Creek. Also, thanks for the lovely reviews, I live for feedback. Enjoy!

1977
It's early yet, don't say goodnight
I know you're tired, you'll be alright
You're shining still, behind the clouds
Saying I won't figure you out
It might be true, but let me try
And try and try for the rest of my life
I'm not scared of being alone
I'm just happier being confused
Beside the fire, as long as it's with you

Remus Lupin always had a difficult time trying to concentrate in classes. This was because Sirius Black was even worse at concentrating, and instead opted to pass his friends vulgar notes or create some other form of distraction.
Remus had just successfully taken about a page of notes from their history lecture when he felt something nudge his elbow. It was a messily folded note, presumably from Sirius. He unfolded it and read it to himself.

"Moony, I'm going to snog you!"

He rolled his eyes at Sirius, sitting in the next row, and sent the note back.

"We're in the middle of class, I doubt they would approve."

Sirius gave him a disturbing grin, but didn't send anything back. So Remus dutifully went back to his notes. He was in the middle of a particularly good sentence about Grenwalda the Great when he suddenly felt something else nudging him.

On the head.

It was his ink bottle, and it was spilling ink everywhere as it continued to bang inself against his left temple. There was ink in his hair, on his notes, on his robes…
James was absolutely helpless with laughter, and was trying very unsuccessfully to disguise it as a nasty coughing fit. Peter was, as usual, blissfully oblivious.

"Professor! Lupin's being attacked by his ink bottle!" Sirius exclaimed, innocently enough.
"Mr. Black, why is it that I can't even get through one lesson without you pulling one of your hijinks?"

The bottle, though now empty, was still knocking itself against Remus's skull.

"It wasn't me Professor! It must be hexed!"

Remus should have been angry. He should have been at least a little bit furious. He'd have to recopy his notes, and he knew now they were going to miss the rest of the lecture. Not to mention the hell he was going to have to go through to get the ink out of his hair and robes.

The professor gave a wearied sigh. "Very well Mr. Black. Would you help Mr. Lupin get his things so he can go clean himself off?"

At those words, the hexed ink bottle clattered to the floor, completely harmless.

"I hate you." Remus managed, sounding pathetic.
Sirius kissed him, pushing him against the wall of the empty classroom, his hands seeking out bare skin.
"Blech. Moony, you taste like ink."
"That's not my fault."

The pads of Remus's fingers were stained with ink, and left smudges on Sirius's face when he pulled him forward, kissing him harder. He could feel Sirius's deft fingers pulling his shirt out of it's neat tucks, making him a bit breathless.

"Mmph…wait!' Sirius pulled back suddenly.
Remus didn't want to wait. "Is this part of the Black courting ritual then? You dump ink all over your preferred mate and then corner them, weak and helpless, before devouring them alive?"

"Basically." Sirius replied grinning "But really, listen. Move in with me, after we leave here."
Remus stared, completely flabbergasted. "What?"
"Move into the flat with me." Sirius repeated, leaning forward and kissing him softer this time.

He felt himself deflate. "But-"
"Moony, I really sort of love you." Sirius blurted out suddenly.

Remus's head jerked up, and he looked Sirius in the eyes. He looked vulnerable and awkward and all things NOT Sirius Black. The taller boy shifted and looked away. Remus's heart was in his throat.
"Yes…alright."
Sirius's face broke into one enormous grin
"And I umm…really sort of love you back."